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

Chapter 201 Invincible Demon Master
As Pang Ban watched a glint of cold star suddenly appear, the chilling sword tip incredibly agile, he couldn't help but exclaim "Eh!" Instantly, he changed his fist stance, his right hand's five fingers slightly spread, his palm hollow, and gently and softly lifted towards Ren Shaoyang's right elbow.

His fist technique was originally like thunder and lightning, the most powerful fist in the world, but now it suddenly turned soft, yet it was full of energy. The void in all directions instantly seemed to solidify into a cage, leaving the white-robed man with nowhere to hide.

Hooray!
A bright white bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky!
It seemed to be in sync with Pang Ban's fist.

This person's martial arts skills are so high that they have reached the level of harmony between man and nature.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang felt that heaven, earth, and man were all against him, and the situation was extremely dangerous, like being in a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire.

Even the entire space, the whole world, seemed to be rejecting him and loathing him!

Time comes and the world has the same force, and it is not free to transport heroes.

"Damn it, Brother Pang, you've become an immortal!"

Ren Shaoyang activated the "Heart-Sacrificing Style," his whole body trembled, and he broke free from Pang Ban's mental restraints. He turned around and wiped his left hand in front of Pang Ban's eyes.

Pang Ban only felt a faint, cold light emanating from the white-robed man's left hand, which vanished in a flash.

Before he could even think, he punched the opening in front of him, blocking all the gaps completely.

when!
The Dragon-Capturing Technique suddenly appeared in Ren Shaoyang's left hand, clashing with Pang Ban's attack.

Ren Shaoyang felt a sharp pain in his wrist from the shock, and the sword blade disappeared into his sleeve like a flying shuttle. He then bent his arm and kicked out at the opponent's lower abdomen.

Pang Ban was taken aback when he saw that he could still retract his arm. He then hooked his right hand with the five fingers bent and the knuckle of his middle finger slightly protruding, and struck towards the gap between the knees of the approaching leg.

But then, with another "whoosh," it went off again.

The azure blade suddenly shot out from the heel of the white robe, sweeping towards Pang Ban's chest and abdomen.

Pang Ban frowned and said in a deep voice, "What a cunning weapon!" He immediately flicked his fingers across the surface, making a series of tinkling sounds.

Ren Shaoyang felt his whole body tremble. Pang Ban's strength was like a sharp blade piercing through paper, penetrating straight into his body. The "Great Vajra Divine Power" was actually on the verge of collapse.

But Ren Jianshen was a master who had fought his way to the top. He immediately waved his hand and watched as his fists and feet flew out, his sword blade appearing in all shapes and sizes, flickering and changing unpredictably.

The Divine Sword Capturing Dragon was like a real dragon, moving erratically across his body as he made his moves.

His punches are like swords, his palm strikes are like swords.

Elbows, sleeves, legs, knees, even a twist of the hip, a sway of the buttocks, or a headbutt.

All of them were gleaming swords, their movements sharp and ever-changing.

The two figures moved through the courtyard like streaks of light, disappearing in the blink of an eye. They were only visible as light, their voices heard but their shadows unseen.

Pang Ban clenched his fists, his ten fingers pointing in a fist, and in a flash, they swung like the wind, striking each other with a clash.

Ta-da!

Both of them possessed immense strength, their punches sending shockwaves through the air and raindrops bursting apart.

Ren Shaoyang managed to block Pang Ban's fist.

Yet he also felt a powerful external force surging through his entire body, as if his bones were about to dissipate, and golden light filled his eyes.

Tatata!
He stumbled back three steps, his back slamming violently into a large tree.

Crack! The tree collapsed instantly as if it had exploded, and leaves flew everywhere.

"Wow!"

Ren Shaoyang's long-accumulated internal injuries finally erupted, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose in an instant!
These few moves were swift as a rabbit leaping and a falcon swooping, faster than lightning.

The little beggar cried out, "Crippled man!" His voice was full of fear.

Pang Ban swayed a few times, his face turning pale and red, his expression shifting between light and dark.

Just then, a flash of fire appeared, and Ding An moved swiftly, truly like a shooting star, exhaling and shouting, "Take this!"

Flames rose up everywhere, and flames surged forth. A streak of fire swirled and rushed straight toward him.

Pang Ban's face was flushed red by the firelight. He frowned, and his left hand reached out. In the firelight, his index finger looked like a red-hot iron.

"chi"

Through the firelight, his fingertips touched the blade lightly without any hindrance.

"Ding!"

The two men jolted in response. Pang Ban let out a muffled groan, while Ding An, his face flushed red, staggered back three steps as if drunk, and fell backward to the ground with a thud.

Before Pang Ban could recover, he heard a soft cracking sound and a cold light flashed again.

Seeing that Ren Shaoyang's complexion was normal and that he had recovered very quickly, Pang Ban's expression darkened, and he threw a punch with his backhand.

Suddenly, soft sounds came from all directions. Ren Shaoyang waved his sleeve, and countless sword blades appeared out of thin air, like a giant sea urchin appearing in mid-air, wildly thrusting towards them.

Pang Ban's face turned bluish in the light of the sword. Upon seeing this, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly made a grasping motion with both hands before striking out like an explosion.

The clanging and clashing of weapons and fists filled the air.

Pang Ban's fists and feet were incredibly fast, but Ren Shaoyang was even faster. Countless sword blades swirled out from all directions, creating a sound as rapid as a dense rain, impossible to block and impossible to stop.

Each time Pang Ban's punches became faster, Ren Shaoyang sensed it and unleashed thousands upon thousands of swords to clash with him. Just then...

The little beggar suddenly shouted, "Uncle Pang, take a look at my knife too!"

With a loud clang, the sky and earth turned crimson!

The red candle flame is drawn from its sheath!
A soft, blood-red glow draped the night in a crimson veil.

This caused Pang Ban's chest to tighten suddenly, as if a trace of impurity had suddenly appeared in his pure internal energy, causing his next punch to abruptly pause in rhythm.

This pause made Pang Ban frown slightly, realizing that even with his "Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique," he was not without flaws.

Thinking of this, his face turned extremely gloomy.

At the same time, he glanced subtly at the little beggar wielding the demonic sword who was attacking, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

"Hongxiu, are you going to commit patricide so soon?"

Hongxiu chuckled: "We haven't acknowledged him yet!"

Just then, Ding'an shouted, "Pang Ban, I'm here too!" The firelight flickered and shifted, and suddenly he flew forward rapidly.

This strike, described as "a sharp blade, yet to be in harmony with fire and water," transcends the limitations of traditional swordsmanship. It combines the hooking and slashing of a broadsword, the twisting and turning of a sharp sword, and the thrusting and stabbing of a spear into one, while also implicitly incorporating techniques of entangling, twisting, tearing, and grasping.

Faced with the three-man attack, Pang Ban's expression suddenly turned ferocious! He turned slightly, threw a punch, and the little beggar was jolted backward.

Before he could turn around, the Ding'an fire knife had already arrived.

Pang Ban didn't turn around. Instead, he bent his arm and lashed out with his elbow. The fire exploded with a loud bang, like thunder. Ding An, covered in soot, fell backward to the ground, a gash on his forehead from which blood gushed.

Ren Shaoyang's sword light struck, his extraordinary spirit and heroic soul moving like a flying dragon as he unleashed his full power.

Pang Ban's expression turned solemn. He suddenly leaped up and flew backward several feet in an instant. The two exchanged two moves in mid-air in a flash. Their figures separated and reunited, and their fists and swords flew like lightning, almost impossible to watch closely.

Every gesture they made pointed to a flaw in their aura.

Suddenly, with a "thud," Ren Shaoyang was punched in the chest, his bones felt like they were going to melt.

"deep!"

At the same time, Ren Jianshen countered with a "Heavenly Sword Collapses the Mountain" strike.

The starry sky was a deep blue, the moon was bright, and a beam of sword light shone down heavily on Pang Ban's chest.

Both of them tumbled out.

Hooray!
The lightning flashed again, and Ren Shaoyang's heart suddenly stirred. He was suddenly struck in the back by a heavy punch, and his whole body flew through the air and fell forward.

With a flash, Pang Ban was already in the air, his clothes torn, a long sword wound running from his left chest to his shoulder, and bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.

Pang Ban roared, "Die!" and was about to throw a punch.

But to everyone's surprise, Ren Shaoyang waved his left hand, and a flash of blue light appeared. He became like a white light, resembling a swimming dragon. He grabbed Xiao Jiaohua and Ding An and flashed through the courtyard, disappearing into the distance like a speck of dust.

Pang Ban stood there, like a statue.

I stood silently, staring in the direction they had disappeared.

Suddenly, he staggered a few steps, reached out and braced himself against a pillar of the pavilion, causing the pavilion to shake and dust to fall in a flurry.

Pang Ban coughed and sighed, "I used to think that besides Lang Fanyun and me, only Li Ruohai was worthy of fighting me."

He slowly sat down on the steps and said with a sigh, "I didn't expect these three to appear again! When they attacked together, their energy complemented each other, and I was actually injured as well."

Pang Ban's entire body trembled slightly, visible to the naked eye.

He hadn't been injured for a very long time, and now he was experiencing pain again.

It gave him a long-lost sense of novelty.

At the same time, he felt an unparalleled and overwhelming killing intent towards Ren Shaoyang and Li Ding'an. Since their appearance, everything had spiraled out of his control.

Not only was Ren Shaoyang's divine sword amazing, but Ding An's flowing blade was also as powerful as fire, exceeding his expectations.

The "Emperor's Aura Observation Technique" caught him completely off guard.

Ren Shaoyang used the Peerless Divine Sword to execute this technique with extremely precise timing. He even saw through the only flaw in his "Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique" and continued to strike it.

This young man in white robes, whether it was his swordsmanship, his strange weapon, or his earth-shattering strength, every technique he used made Pang Ban's eyes light up and he was amazed.

With so many powerful skills gathered in one person, even Pang Ban found it troublesome, thus elevating his threat level to the same level as Li Ruohai.

"This man's swordsmanship still has room for improvement; clearly, he has more trump cards up his sleeve." Pang Ban's eyes flashed with unprecedented curiosity, then his gaze sharpened. "How dare he!"

"Hahahaha!"

Pang Ban abruptly stood up, strode away, and laughed loudly: "Another such opponent has appeared in the world, how delightful!"

As he left, the pavilion suddenly swayed like a drunkard, and then with a loud crash, the beams and pillars collapsed and the roof tiles shattered.

(End of this chapter)