Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 177 is not swordsmanship, it's staff fighting!

In the blink of an eye, everyone was stunned and frightened by the sight of such a vicious hidden weapon being shot out.

Ding'an hadn't expected this either, so he didn't have time to provide assistance.

The cold light was silent, about to touch the two of them in an instant.

Just then, a soft "hum" was heard, coming from afar and growing louder as it flew back in an arc.

In an instant, a beam of black light condensed and spun out in a semi-circle around the two of them, dazzling everyone's eyes.

"Ding"!
The black light enveloped him and then vanished, landing in Hongxiu's hand and transforming back into that dark, black throwing knife.

It was the flying knife that blocked the divine sword "Capture the Dragon" in the underground palace of Emei!

At the same time, a large clump of tiny, hair-like flying needles shattered into dust, sparkling like snowflakes falling into the soil.

Hongxiu looked at Ding'an and smiled slightly, a hint of pleasure on her face.

Ding An laughed heartily: "What a fine throwing knife!"

Suddenly, a sharp, ominous wind swept in from behind him.

Ding An's expression suddenly changed.

Those present saw a group of men in black rush forward, and one of them even thrust a spear at Ding'an. They held their breath at this thrilling scene, eager to see how it would end.

"Humph!"

Ding An's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, radiating domineering arrogance, and he roared, "What a bunch of filthy bastards!"

A murderous aura suddenly rose from him, and he instantly changed.

His honest and straightforward nature suddenly vanished, and he became cold and unrestrained!
Even the ordinary black robe he wore became dazzling.

Ding An's imposing figure blocked the little beggar's path. He waved his left hand, roared, and shouted, "Remnant Flame!"

In the utter silence, a sudden clanging and metallic sound rang out as an iron chain carrying a short knife shot out.

Ding An took a step and twisted his waist, creating a streak of fire that tore through the air, directly intercepting and killing the men in black.

With a loud boom and a clang, the sound of metal clashing reverberated as the fiery energy erupted and echoed across Shaoshi Mountain.

Suddenly, everyone felt a wave of intense heat wash over them, as if a boulder had been thrown into still water, sweeping outwards in all directions, and they all couldn't help but retreat.

Then Ding'an shouted, "Again! Again! Faster!"

With a clang, a flash of fire appeared, and the red-flaming blade shattered the curved swords in the hands of several men, tearing their bodies in two and killing them horribly.

Suddenly, a figure flashed by, and dozens of men in black rushed forward. A flash of fire was seen, followed by a loud roar.

The ground was actually cleaved into a trench five feet deep, and the flesh inside was charred and mangled.

Then the world-renowned "Broken Blade" shone brightly, roaring like thunder: "Die for me!" His hair and beard stood on end, exuding a majestic aura.

In an instant, the blades seemed both slow and fast, both light and heavy, with the "fast and slow blades" combined with the "light and heavy blades" in succession, the blade light like a wheel, and the raging flames spreading all around.

But screams and shouts filled the air as the black-clad men who rushed in were all torn apart and set on fire, and the scene was in complete chaos.

If Ding'an's "Residual Flame Blade Technique" is unparalleled in its domineering power, scorching the heavens and the earth...

On Ren Shaoyang's side, when he used the "Escape Sword," a completely different scene unfolded, with the sky frozen and the earth closed, and frost covering the autumn sky.

As the Earthly Sword in "Kunlun Three Elements Sword", it combines the three styles of extreme cold "Sword Cold", formlessness "Sword Shadow" and extreme speed "Sword Leopard" into one.

It was so fast that it left an afterimage, or even so fast that no afterimage remained, making it impossible to see the true assassination sword.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~!"

A series of whooshing sounds rang out, and with a flash of sword light, several more sect leaders fell to the ground.

Just then, the Great Compassionate Zen Master shouted, "You wicked creature, cease your arrogance!" With a flick of his finger, the prayer beads suddenly scattered, like falling flowers, shooting out in a torrent.

The sound of "whooshing" was heard incessantly. The speed at which the Buddhist beads shot out was far greater than that of a bow and arrow, and it was accompanied by a powerful force to subdue demons.

This skill is actually the "Stabilizing the Pearl and Subduing Demons Divine Skill" from the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts!
"Old monk, you've finally come out!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, and his fingers moved at will. The several-foot-long sword blade thrust repeatedly, and the tip of the sword seemed to have eyes, knocking all the prayer beads off.

His swordsmanship was light and elusive, seemingly effortless, without the slightest hint of weakness.

Seeing his unparalleled swordsmanship, seemingly impervious to wind and rain, everyone stopped in their tracks in astonishment.

Just then, someone shouted, "Old Demon Ren, behold my 'Phoenix Soaring in Pairs'!" Immediately, Huo Tianqing appeared like a cloud of blue, his toes barely touching the ground before leaping several feet away, floating over like he was riding the waves.

A sharp whistle cut through the wind, and a divine eagle descended from the sky, its ten fingers bent into claws, aimed straight at the top of the head.

"Alright!" Ren Shaoyang said with a faint smile. Then, his figure swayed slightly, and a white shadow moved in the blink of an eye. With just two steps, he dodged the two claws.

Although it was extremely dangerous, it also showcased Ren Jianshen's amazing agility in snatching chestnuts from the fire with the slightest touch.

Ren Shaoyang curled his lip slightly: "Divine skills are tarnished, not worth a laugh." With a flick of his wrist, a flash of sword light appeared.

Huo Tianqing's pupils suddenly flashed with countless sword shadows like the light of the sky. He hurriedly turned his head to dodge. If he hadn't reacted so quickly, his throat would probably have been ripped open.

Despite this, I felt a sharp pain in my ear, and when I touched it, I found that one of my ears had been ripped off!

One-Eared has reappeared!
"Ah~! My ear!" Huo Tianqing screamed loudly, clutching the bloody hole.

A strong wind whistled past his ears as the Great Compassionate Zen Master pressed down with his palm. The surging, unparalleled energy enveloped an area of ​​about ten feet, directly drawing Ren Shaoyang into his palm.

"Amitabha! The demons are ferocious, fellow disciples, please help me!"

As the Great Compassionate Zen Master joined the battle, one after another, old monks in gray robes leaped into the fray, raising their palms in unison.

They pushed Huo Tianqing out of the battle circle, unleashing a barrage of iron palm strikes that created a tremendous gust of wind and an astonishing display of power!

These old monks are the essence of Shaolin, possessing profound internal skills and immense inner strength, unmatched by few in the world.

Now, astonishing palm strikes are raining down from heaven and earth, all aimed at killing Ren Shaoyang right here!

"Heavenly Sword Collapses Mountains!"

Ren Shaoyang burst into laughter, thunder rumbled, and dark clouds churned, but then he suddenly raised his sword and soared into the air!
The light of the "Divine Sword Capturing Dragon" illuminated the entire Shaoshi Mountain, and with a whoosh, it swung down suddenly!

Hooray!
Suddenly, a strange change occurred in the sky. The dark clouds churned a few times, and a thick bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating Shaoshi Mountain, where Ren Shaoyang's figure holding a sword appeared.

The dragon-capturing technique, imbued with the might of heaven and earth, descended upon the many old monks as if as divine punishment. A sudden gust of sword wind swept in, and a righteous aura descended from the sky.

Suddenly, the sound of metal clashing against metal was heard continuously, and sparks flew everywhere.

The three old monks felt as if the sword was about to collapse like Mount Buzhou. They were immediately sent flying backward, splitting in two in mid-air, and crashing into the courtyard wall several dozen feet away, causing the wall to collapse with a roar!

"Junior Brother Ku Jing!"

"Brother Suffering!"

"Junior Brother Ku Li!"

When the Great Compassionate Zen Master and the others saw this scene, their eyes widened in fury. They roared and shouted, each displaying their unique skills and revealing all the Buddhist power they had cultivated over decades, attacking without holding back.

At the same time, Huo Tianqing and the others had also recovered their strength and rushed over with shouts.

Everyone present understood that the person before them possessed unparalleled swordsmanship, both ancient and modern, and was also capable of "capturing dragons with a divine sword."

In this world, no one has ever defeated him in a single fight using martial arts!
However, subduing demons is not a one-man battle, but a complete annihilation of the opponent's life force. The Great Compassionate Zen Master and the others knew that this was an extremely arduous struggle, far more difficult than they had initially imagined. If they could not unite as one, they feared not only their own demise but also the complete annihilation of the righteous path in the world!
Therefore, we must win this battle; we cannot afford to lose!

"Very well! Now I'll show you what the real 'Heavenly Sword' is!"

Seeing them go all out, Ren Shaoyang also let loose and once again pointed his sword to the sky!

Hooray!
Lightning flashed, the wind howled, the clouds churned, and a gloomy, misty atmosphere enveloped the mountaintop.

Then Ren Jianshen moved like a whirlwind, closing in with each step and each sword strike!
The sword moved like a celestial river flowing backwards, its sound like thunder and lightning.

Ximen Chuixue stared wide-eyed, baring his teeth, and muttered, "This, this is no swordsmanship at all."

Lu Xiaofeng watched as the monks were cleaved and sent flying, exploding into mangled flesh mid-air, and couldn't help but click his tongue, saying, "It doesn't look like it to me either."

Hua Manlou listened for a long time, his expression strange: "This... seems to be staff fighting?"

"Staff technique?" Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue said in unison.

Hua Manlou nodded, somewhat uncertainly: "It still seems to have the shadow of Buddhist staff techniques."

"Hahaha! Brother Hua, you're right!"

Thunder rumbled, dark clouds churned, and flashes of white lightning appeared intermittently, yet Ren Shaoyang's loud laughter still echoed.

He continued to slash with his sword, his wild and unrestrained power contained within the Divine Sword Dragon Capture, as if a vast ocean were contained within a single grain of millet.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master and his companions retreated dozens of steps, exerting all their strength to deflect his sword strike.

Ren Shaoyang abruptly stopped, raised his sword to the sky, made a sword incantation with one hand, and smiled, saying, "Brother Hua, my Heavenly Sword Technique combines the 'Thirteen Swords of Kunlun' and 'Striking the Ten Directions of the World' into one. It can cut through everything in the vast world. There is nothing in heaven and earth that cannot be destroyed!"

The crowd in the square watched as Ren Shaoyang not only displayed unparalleled swordsmanship but also moved with astonishing speed, transforming into a bird in the sky and a dragon in the water. For a time, his figure could be seen everywhere, both in the sky and on the ground.

He then relentlessly pursued the Great Compassion Zen Master and his group of experts with his sword, striking them repeatedly until they were forced to retreat in defeat.

Even at this point, he still had the leisure to ask and answer questions with Hua Manlou, which surprised everyone so much that their eyebrows flew up, feeling that this person was incredibly strong.

It is truly as if the demon-slaying deity descended from heaven to rule over the human realm.

Zhen Yangzi, who was hiding far behind the crowd, shuddered upon hearing Ren Shaoyang's words and shouted to his disciples behind him, "Did you hear that? Did you hear that?"

The Kunlun disciples were all stunned, and asked dumbfoundedly, "Master, what did you hear?"

"You idiot! Take out the secret disc and record it!" Zhenyangzi said with exasperation. "The Thirteen Swords of Kunlun is the mother sword of the Heavenly Sword. It can be used by the Sword God to split mountains and cleave peaks, and to roam freely across the vast sky!"

"Isn't it worth recording? Isn't it worth writing about in detail?"

"Oh, oh, oh~!" The disciples' eyes lit up, and they all took out their secret discs to record the sentence.

A round-faced disciple cautiously approached and asked, "Master, look, even Zen Master Dabei is fighting desperately. Is it not a good idea for us to hide in the back? Won't we be punished for our evil deeds?"

"I'll kill your grandma's legs!" Zhen Yangzi choked on his breath, almost choking with anger. "Who is Ren Jianshen? Who is the Blood-Clad Man? And who is the Blade Emperor?"

He held up two fingers and said seriously, "No one understands them better than me, no one! We are standing here at Shaolin now only because we are caught up in the trend of the times and have no choice but to do so."

The round-faced disciple asked, "Then, what should we do, Master?"

Zhenyangzi, looking around furtively, noticed that everyone was focused on the two fierce battles in the arena. He immediately waved his hand and said, "Let's go! Let's go now! If we don't run now, when will we?"

Having said that, he led a dozen or so Kunlun disciples, their heads hunched and backs bent, and quickly ran towards the northern forest.

Just before entering the mountain, Zhenyangzi glanced sideways.

Suddenly, the white-robed sword light changed, no longer lacking the vastness of the Heavenly Sword, and transformed into the "Flowing Wine Sword".

Several flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a sudden scream.

Exclamations erupted from the distant square, rising and falling in waves as people retreated.

In the end what happened?
Who is screaming in agony?
It turns out it was Huo Tianqing from outside the battle!
He was actually cut in two by that sword light!
Ren Shaoyang laughed: "The Heavenly Bird Sect is extinct!" He thrust out his sword, and amidst the flashing sword light, he unleashed forty-nine sword strikes in quick succession, with the force of a waterfall and the speed of a torrential rain, instantly knocking down a large number of the besieging crowd.

Zhenyangzi broke out in a cold sweat and immediately told his disciples to run away.

After running for more than ten miles, the Kunlun group was about to leave Shaoshi Mountain when the earth-shattering sword cries they heard became faint.

Zhenyangzi wiped his sweat and muttered, "Heavens! We should close the mountain gates as soon as we get back. The world is a dangerous place, and we could really drown if we're not careful."

"Master, Master, everything should be alright now, right?" The round-faced boy was also panting heavily, looking terrified.

"Run! Keep running!" Zhenyangzi pointed in the direction of Kunlun. "We won't go back to Kunlun. We absolutely cannot say that everything is alright!"

"Oh~!"

All the disciples were panting heavily, and their morale was low.

Seeing this, Zhenyangzi stamped his feet anxiously: "Oh dear, let's run! Who knows what kind of demon will come next!"

Upon hearing this, everyone shuddered and perked up, continuing to run.

Suddenly, a soft "clang" sound came.

The whole world seemed to turn red!
Zhenyangzi was startled and immediately stopped in his tracks.

The disciples following behind him, unaware of his presence, bumped into him from behind, rolling on the ground like gourds, their cries of pain echoing throughout.

But when they got up and looked closely into the distance, they were all so shocked that their mouths twitched and their eyes squinted.

A few dozen feet away, beside a crooked ancient pine tree, a grayish-white mist hung in the air, and within it, one could vaguely make out what appeared to be a human figure standing.

A faint human figure, seemingly fainter than the fog, more illusory than the fog, and more elusive than the fog.

It's hard to imagine that this is a person, but he's so unlike a human being, as if he were a ghost or a spirit, just not human.

But unfortunately, he really is a human being.

This person, who was neither human nor ghost, heard the voices of the Kunlun Sect members and glanced back at them.

No one can describe what those eyes are like.

Although his eyes were on his face, they seemed to be dissolved in the mist. Although his eyes had light, that light seemed to blend into the mist as well.

Zhenyangzi had seen these eyes before, and anyone in the far west would never forget them.

Jade Rakshasa!
He was devastated and wanted to turn around and run back.

Because they might die on Shaoshi Mountain, but now that they've encountered Yu Luosha, they're definitely going to die!

Just as he was heartbroken and despondent, he raised his eyes again.

Zhenyangzi was completely transformed, and his hope for life was rekindled.

Because he saw a splash of red.

A splash of blood, a shade of red like the setting sun.

A petite girl in blood-stained clothes was sitting on the crooked ancient pine tree, holding a knife and crossing her legs.

Her calves, sticking out, revealed a glimpse of snow-white skin, and the bells tied with red threads were also visible.

As the toes twitched, a jingling sound rang out.

(End of this chapter)