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

Chapter 198 A World of Swords and Blades

Facing extremely hot steam.

Wei Lidie, who was standing at the forefront, immediately retreated. The evil monks and evil old women on the left and right sides, with shovels and sticks, rushed towards Ding An with all their might amidst angry shouts and screams.

More than a dozen of his men rushed forward as well.

The roar was deafening and the sound was deafening.

Ding An took a long breath, circulating his inner energy throughout his meridians, pushing the Wedding Dress Divine Skill to its limit, and his body was enveloped in a layer of energy that resembled clouds and mist, constantly disrupting the changes in the air.

The Wedding Dress Divine Skill is the secret divine skill of the "Iron Blood Banner Sect," which makes them invincible under heaven. It is profound and extremely difficult to cultivate, but once mastered, one will be invincible.

Since Ding'an shattered Shaolin Temple with a single blow in the last world, the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, after being awakened by a powerful enemy, finally achieved its full potential, like a divine weapon being tempered and refined.

That year, he traveled from Dongting Lake to Jiangnan, enjoying the scenery and observing the vastness of the world. He eventually mastered both the hard and soft aspects of swordsmanship.

The blade is strong, but the fire and water are not enough.

A flexible blade, where water and fire are in harmony.

These two sword techniques complement each other and alternate endlessly, fully capturing the essence of the "roundness" principle of the I Ching.

They were besieged by a group of evil monks and old women.

Ding An took the initiative, wielding his short sword with lightning speed, the steam rising from it, his movements so powerful that everyone quickly dodged.

Seizing the opportunity when everyone was dodging, Ding An unleashed three strikes in a flash.

Everyone raised their weapons to defend themselves, and the sound of metal clashing echoed through the teahouse.

The tea server hiding in the kitchen peeked out and saw that the entire hall was now engulfed in flames.

"Wildfire!"

Ding An suddenly let out a long howl, his arms swirling like the wind, unleashing his sword techniques of both strength and gentleness. After exchanging several more blows, he suddenly slashed and parried with his short sword, striking several people's weapons.

"Chucky!"

Suddenly, a burst of energy surged forth, and his men, who were more than ten paces away, fell backward, dropped their weapons, and screamed in agony, covering their faces.

"White-haired" Liu Yaozhi turned her head to look, only to see that their faces were all red, each burned with the character "fire" on their foreheads. It was like the "tattooing punishment" of the Song Dynasty, causing them unbearable pain and endless wails.

Hua Jieyu's expression changed drastically: "What a vicious swordsmanship!"

Liu Yaozhi's expression was also cold and stern: "This person is not easy to deal with."

Just then, Ding'an suddenly shouted again!
The two turned to look.

But then they saw that the one-armed youth was surrounded by water vapor, like clouds and mist swirling among the mountains. His swordsmanship transformed into countless forms, swiftly writing several characters in the air, while he chanted:
"Before the upper and lower realms were formed, how could we investigate them?"

A wondrous sight suddenly appeared, with droplets, lines, and waves shooting out from the mist.

Upon seeing this, Wei Lidie immediately let out a shrill scream.

The evil monk roared like a thunderclap, leaping off the ground and shoveling headfirst into the scalding water droplets, water lines, and waves.

The wicked old woman's white hair stood straight and firm. With a single sweeping motion, she aimed for Ding An's waist. Dust and debris nearby rose with her staff, swirling towards him like a cloud of smoke.

An expert can tell a lot just by looking at their work.

These two were so skilled in martial arts that if they were placed in the world of martial arts masters like Juedai and Lu Xiaofeng, they would definitely be unparalleled masters who could sweep across the land.

Even the elderly woman with white hair and a beautiful face was deeply moved, knowing that if she were to be dealt with in another place, she would only have the option of evading the situation, and there would be no other way.

Ding'an grinned, then suddenly started spinning around on his left foot.

Immediately, what were originally just incomplete water flow strokes gradually solidified into characters in the air as he spun them.

Water is the softest thing in the world, but under the influence of Ding'an's "Residual Flame Knife Technique," it becomes like a hidden weapon that changes shape constantly, alternating between real and illusory, and arranged in a well-organized manner.

In an instant, the water would shoot out like sharp blades, making a clanging sound as it struck the weapons of the evil monk and the wicked old woman.

With each sound, the two felt their weapons heat up. Finally, steam rushed in, and with a "crack," the shovel and the staff broke in two.

"Ouch!"

"Oh!"

The evil monk and the evil old woman were steamed with white vapor, their bodies spinning and falling away, with each turn causing blood to rain down from their bodies.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang!"

At the same time, Wei Lidie's heavy halberd took more than ten hits from the water. With each hit, Wei Lidie, whose hard skills had been greatly improved, was forced to retreat violently. He felt as if his heavy halberd had crashed into a large net, with many obstacles and he was getting slower and slower.

If the speed slows down, a flaw will be revealed.

Ding An let out a long howl, and his short knife, carrying a flash of fire, slipped in through the gaps in the movement, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, moving with the rhythm of the moment.

In a few exchanges, Wei Lidie was left with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and the blood and firelight on his body suddenly shone brightly.

The meat is fragrant.

"Help me, help me!"

Despite using all his skills, Wei Lidie could not reverse the inevitable defeat. After more than ten cuts, he couldn't help but deeply regret that he had practiced hard martial arts and had to suffer such torture.

"Help me! Seniors, please save me!"

Seeing that the evil monk and the evil old woman had already fallen to the ground, Wei Lidie finally turned pale and screamed pitifully.

However, the "white-haired beauty" had no time to attend to Wei Lidie, a henchman of the Demon Master's Palace.

Because they saw that "Little Demon Master" Fang Yeyu was in danger, they gave up helping Wei Lidie.

Liu Yaozhi pulled out a four-foot-four-inch-long white jade flute from her sleeve, and Hua Jieyu twisted her waist, the bright red ribbon in her hand coiling around the branch like a serpent, its movements unpredictable.

The two men shouted and led their remaining men to rush towards Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang slightly turned his eyes, a smile appearing on his face. He suddenly flipped his wrist, and his longsword drew a sharp, cold light, spreading out in an arc, instantly intercepting all the people rushing towards him!

A clanging sound, the instant the forces collided.

Liu Yaozhi and Hua Jieyu trembled slightly. Although their faces were still contorted, their eyes showed fear and terror, and their fingers were trembling slightly.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "If you don't eat, won't you become starving ghosts on the road to the underworld?"

In the blink of an eye, the Sword God unleashed several more sword strikes.

The sword light seemed to slice through a patch of sunlight.

Ren Jianshen's movements were incredibly fast. Wherever his sword pointed, Fang Yeyu's halberd was deflected and sent flying, turning into a streak of black light that pierced straight into the roof beam.

The demon lord's men shouted and brandished their weapons, thrusting forward in a flurry of attacks.

Ren Shaoyang moved swiftly and elusively, like a ghost. With a flick of his wrist, his longsword flashed like smoke and mist, creating a burst of blue light.

"Swoosh!" The spearhead that was thrusting at him was sliced ​​off, and the man wielding the spear was cut off at the waist.

"Swish!" The man wielding the broadsword felt a chill in his left chest as his heart fell out, blood gushing out, and he slammed his head to the ground.

"Clang clang clang~!" A series of rapid clanging sounds rang out, and the serrated edge of a man's iron mace was swept away, the sword light swept past, and all five fingers fell to the ground.

Just as the man was about to open his mouth and scream in agony, a flash of blue light appeared before his eyes, and his head fell off instantly.

Fang Yeyu saw that Ren Shaoyang's sword strike had made "White Hair and Red Face" stiff, and all his men had become targets. With the sword swinging, severed limbs flew everywhere.

The ruthlessness of their methods and the uncanny skill of their swordsmanship were unprecedented and unheard of.

Fang Yeyu looked up at the halberd nailed to the roof beam, and a feeling of grief and indignation rose in his heart.

The opponent was not as he thought, but merely a step above him.

He's playing with himself!
He saw himself as a lamb to the slaughter!
What a vicious "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier"! You are truly ruthless!
Fang Yeyu roared, swinging his single halberd into a circle of light, the sound like thunder, as he swept it towards Ren Shaoyang.

At this moment, the little demon master really put in his strength, and the halberd light was like a revolving lantern, the light turning like a wheel, changing endlessly.

The two, one with white hair and the other with red face, also suddenly woke up. Seeing Fang Yeyu charging forward with all his might, they were worried that something might go wrong with their young master. Even though they were afraid of the white-robed man in front of them, they gritted their teeth and followed.

The white jade flute in Liu Yaozhi's hand rose and fell, overflowing with white light. Although it was light and delicate, when infused with internal energy, it was like a flying catkin or a phantom, elusive and difficult to determine.

Hua Jieyu, however, was different. When her red ribbon flew out, her tight red dress immediately opened, revealing her soft breasts wrapped in a small garment, as well as her smooth, white thighs. It could be said that in every movement and stillness, there was boundless spring-like allure.

Those with weak willpower, tempted by her physical beauty, will immediately fall into an abyss of no return.

Now, the three of them charged in again, their powerful energy like cold lightning, accompanied by howling winds and the cries of ghosts and wolves.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes shone brightly, and he laughed heartily, "My skills are meager, how dare I show them off?" He twisted his body, slid his foot, and quietly dodged away.

The halberd, the white jade flute, and the red belt clashed together, sparking a burst of sparks and radiating energy.

When the tiny spark of fire appeared, Ren Shaoyang remained motionless, letting the strong wind brush past him. When he looked at the three of them, his eyes were clear and unobstructed, like a deep pool.

(End of this chapter)