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

Chapter 190: Heroes Are As Many As Across The River

At the beginning of the hour of Chou (1-3 AM).

There are still two hours until dawn.

The raging fire illuminated the nearshore area of ​​Nujiao Island as bright as day. From the dock all the way to the main peak, "Nujiao Ridge," the ground was littered with corpses, scattered weapons, and spilled blood.

On "Angry Dragon Ridge", more than 300 long, winding stone steps stretch upwards, littered with corpses and remains of both sides.

Gang leader Shangguan Ying knelt on the ground, holding two pieces of a spear in his hand, his face full of anger.

Zhai Yushi lay on the ground, still clutching his long sword, but he was too injured to get up due to more than ten wounds.

Liang Qiumo knelt down on the ground, and his halberd fell more than two zhang away.

Qi Changzheng was knocked unconscious and his long sword flew out of his hand and disappeared without a trace.

Opposite them stood a large group of burly men wearing red turbans, the infamous "Red Turban Bandits" of Southwest China.

But then they saw that the leader was tall and burly, with a fierce aura, followed by twelve thugs carrying all sorts of different weapons.

It was none other than the infamous bandit tyrant of the western frontier, "Thief King" Chi Zunxin.

Logically speaking.

Chi Zunxin stormed straight to the heart of the enemy, sweeping all the way to the headquarters of the Angry Dragon Gang, defeating the gang's four young masters and silencing them all.

He should have been feeling triumphant, but at this moment, Chi Zunxin's face was full of seriousness.

He couldn't help but be serious.

Because there was someone standing opposite him.

A tall, robust, and athletic man.

He wore a plain robe that clung tightly to his body, outlining his wild yet athletic physique. With each step, every muscle in his body trembled slightly, exuding a wild yet refined sense of power.

As this person gently tapped the scabbard with his fingers, a strange aura slowly enveloped the entire world.

It seemed as if heaven and earth, Junshan Mountain, Dongting Lake, and Nujiao Island had all transformed into a divine sword as wispy as rain, which suddenly unleashed its power and swept over to intercept and kill!

"Waves overturn clouds!"

Chi Zunxin's expression changed again, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

Lang Fanyun chuckled and said, "Brother Chi, why bother? Instead of lording it over people back home, you've come here and caused the loss of thousands of people."

Chi Zunxin sneered: "Lang Fanyun, do you think you can drive me out of here all by yourself?"

Lang Fanyun stretched and said lazily, "I don't need to drive away Brother Juechi. I just need to stab you to the ground, and everything will be solved."

Chi Zunxin chuckled and said, "Very well! Let me, Chi Zunxin, experience your superior skill." He then gave a signal to his men behind him who were carrying weapons.
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On a towering tree on Nujiao Ridge, four heads suddenly popped out.

The three men and the tiger watched the duel in the distance with furtive glances.

"Crippled man, that ugly fellow is Lang Fanyun?" Ding An asked incredulously.

“Yeah, right.” Ren Shaoyang said, picking up a piece of pork jerky and eating it. “What’s wrong? Don’t you believe me?”

Ding An looked at Lang Fanyun in the distance with a strange expression. He then turned to look at Shao Yang, scratched his head and said, "You two are both great swordsmen, but you look quite different."

Ren Shaoyang brushed aside the tiger-headed man who was leaning in, shrugged, and said, "Thinking that all swordsmen are handsome is just the conjecture of a commoner! It's good enough that Lang Fanyun isn't bald."

“That’s true.” Ding’an nodded and said, “That Wu Ming, who is the best in the world at martial arts, is bald too!”

Hongxiu looked at Lang Fanyun standing awkwardly, agile and fierce like a cheetah, and couldn't help but exclaim, "The cripple is right, this 'Overturning Rain Sword' is really powerful. It uses human power to bring together the three elements of heaven and earth to create a single strike. Who in the world can withstand such a sword technique?"

Ding'an craned his neck to look.

Then Chi Zunxin held a huge iron shield, as tall as a person, in his left hand, completely covering his body from the neck down, while in his right hand he held a huge iron spear that was two zhang long.

This man carried a spear and a shield, and with his towering seven-foot frame, a long black robe, and a full beard, he appeared imposing.

Chi Zunxin laughed heartily: "How exhilarating! How exhilarating! For thirty years I have been invincible, with no one to rival me! Brother Lang, please!"

Ding An was somewhat stunned by his imposing manner and turned to Shao Yang: "Crippled man, can you beat these two?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "That man with the shield and spear was taken down in a little over a hundred moves."

"Where is Lang Fanyun?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and said, "Once I perfect the 'Sword Silk Crossing the Void' system, I am confident that I can defeat him."

"Huh?" Ding'an was somewhat surprised. "You can't even beat the cripple now?"

"Yes," Ren Shaoyang readily admitted, "There are countless heroes in the world, and there are always people stronger than me."

Just then, a sword rang out, and Lang Fanyun drew his sword!

A sword light as dazzling as a rainbow suddenly burst open, transforming into a rain of light that showered down on Chi Zunxin, who was holding a shield.

A series of sounds rang out, like a sudden rainstorm hitting a wind chime.

Every ray of light collided head-on with the tips of countless spear shadows.

In an instant, the entire Angry Dragon Ridge was illuminated by a huge and dazzling flash of light, which not only engulfed Chi Zunxin but also forced everyone to scream in alarm and retreat, covering their faces.

In the distance, the three people and one tiger in the tree were also silent.

The treetops were tinged with dazzling light as the sword flashed by, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The three men and the tiger had complex and unreadable expressions in their eyes, and their bewildered faces changed accordingly.

"Crippled man." Ding An exhaled, then suddenly said, "You're right, there's always someone better in the world!"

Ren Shaoyang was also momentarily lost in thought.

After a long pause, he suddenly chuckled, his voice soft and ethereal, revealing his white teeth: "A severed hand."

"To!"

Ding'an patted his belly.

"Little beggar!"

"Yes!" Red-sleeved kitten saluted.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "There are many talented people in the world, so don't be complacent. Remember, we are still children climbing mountains and searching for our way."

“Okay!” Hongxiu and Ding’an said in unison.

"However," Ren Shaoyang changed the subject, "one's own insignificance is not an excuse to give up on greatness; only cowards look for excuses. So what if we lose? So what if we're knocked to the ground?"

"Yes!" Hongxiu shouted, raising her little fist. "Even if we get beaten and run away screaming, we'll still get up and keep climbing to find immortality. That's what's truly satisfying!"

"Awoo!" Fat Tiger roared as well.

"Ouch!" Ding An grabbed Hu She. "Fat Tiger, if you bring anyone else here."

Suddenly, all around became completely silent, without even a breeze.

The entire space seemed to fall silent.

Ding An suddenly sensed something was wrong. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding wildly. Looking ahead, he saw the shadows of the trees swaying, and the bright moon reflected in Dongting Lake, turning it silvery, as if frost had fallen on the leaves, swaying gently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

He then looked at Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu.

But the two people who were usually calm and collected now had serious expressions and were staring intently at the side.

Ding'an and Da Miao looked over and saw that someone had appeared on a tree branch to the side.

He was dressed in a plain robe, holding a wine pot, and sipping wine under the moonlight.

This man was tall and imposing, with a rugged and heroic appearance. His face was ugly, and his yellow eyes seemed half-awake and half-drunk, yet he still possessed a dashing and unrestrained charm.

Ding'an gasped. Who else could it be but Lang Fanyun?
How could he find the three of us from such a distance and get up the tree without anyone noticing?
Lang Fanyun looked at them, raising his eyebrows: "The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier?"

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu exchanged a glance, then cupped their hands and said, "Greetings, 'Overturning Rain Sword' Lang Daxia!"

Ding'an quickly followed suit, bowing and saying, "Me too!"

Seeing this, Big Meow tilted its head, puzzled, and arched its paws like a cat.

Lang Fanyun couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying repeatedly, "Brother Feng said that the three of you have extremely high martial arts skills, but you don't follow the usual path. Your words are strange, which is both infuriating and laughable."

He looked at the three people and the fat tiger again, and couldn't help but chuckle, "You're absolutely right!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and stepped in front of the two: "Brother Lang, have you released that Chi Zunxin?"

Lang Fanyun casually said, "He's gone."

"Turning the tide when all hope is lost, and saving the day from collapse." Ren Shaoyang smiled with his hands behind his back. "After this battle, no one will question Brother Lang's reputation as the world's number one swordsman."

Lang Fanyun poured the wine from the flask into his mouth and said calmly, "Compared to empty fame, I'd rather see your sword."

"Now?"

Lang Fanyun nodded, smiling broadly: "Now."

Ren Shaoyang looked at Lang Fanyun, whose forehead was injured and whose chest was stained with blood, shook his head, and said regretfully, "You've suffered too much."

"Hey~!" Lang Fanyun waved his hand. "I'm in a good mood today, and I can also see the swordsman that Brother Feng praises so highly. Isn't that wonderful?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Since Brother Lang has said so, it would be impolite for me to be modest any further."

"That's more like it!" Lang Fanyun downed the wine in one gulp, tossed it aside, and proclaimed loudly, "Now I'm free from the old shackles, formless, without shape, and without self!"

He was somewhat unrestrained and carefree, his yellow eyes seemingly half-awake and half-drunk, when suddenly a flash of cold light appeared in them.

"Brother Ren, be careful!"

"Qiang!"

The Rain-Covering Sword seemed to have a spirit of its own, leaping out from behind and landing in my hand.

This sword is five feet long, with a narrow blade, but its sharp edge gleams, clearly indicating it is a fine sword. Similarly, the hand wielding the sword is snow-white and slender, which seems quite out of place with the rugged appearance.

A sharp shriek suddenly rang out.

But then the sword tip suddenly expanded before Ren Shaoyang's eyes, exploding into countless tiny specks of light.

Like a sudden storm, they bloomed like flowers.

Ren Shaoyang's clothes fluttered wildly from the violent sword energy, and his ponytail was pulled straight back like a banner.

Ren Jianshen laughed loudly: "What a magnificent and unstoppable rain-covering sword!" Before he finished speaking, he swept his foot out horizontally, his toes sweeping across a row of sword rain, bringing with them a series of golden sounds.

This was unexpected, and not only were the little beggar and Ding'an stunned.

Even Lang Fanyun was taken aback, not expecting the white-robed man to respond in such a way.

With a "whoosh," the Dragon-Capturing Sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath.

Ren Shaoyang moved like a dragon, striking with sword tip to sword tip, his movements precise and unpredictable, accompanied by perfectly synchronized sounds, as if a surprise attack had emerged from a grand formation, giving rise to many indescribable variations.

Under the bright moon, on the Angry Dragon Ridge, a wondrous sight of nature unfolded.

An ugly man soared into the air, scattering thousands of rays of light from his hands.

A figure in white robes transformed into wisps of smoke, striking with sword against sword with precision.

Ta-da!

The two wielded swift swords against swift swords, leaping high and crouching low. The two sword lights, one white and one blue, clashed and sparked like shooting stars across the sky.

With a long, resonant cry, the sound lingered.

The two of them were still in mid-air, circling twice like birds, before gracefully landing back on the tree branch.

Seeing the elegant and unrestrained figure in white robes opposite him, Lang Fanyun couldn't help but shout in admiration, "What excellent swordsmanship! May I ask your name?"

Ren Shaoyang stood tall and imposing, his longsword pointing diagonally: "The Flowing Wine Sword!"

"Very well! I'd like to see Brother Ren's Flowing Wine Sword!"

Under the moonlight, the two went to meet him again.

(End of this chapter)