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

Chapter 217 Three Swords Present Heroes

A gun flashed.

The twelve-foot-long red spear suddenly bounced a few times from Li Ruohai's left waist.

It covered all the major acupoints on Ren Shaoyang's body.

This shot was executed in one smooth motion, more natural than flowing water, and even the phrase "perfectly natural" is insufficient to describe it. The sound of it cutting through the air was like the chirping of birds, filling the space within a radius of ten feet.

As the saying goes, "A spear strikes like a dragon," Li Ruohai's spear technique first excels at seizing the initiative, and then unleashes a torrent of attacks, like a tidal wave crashing down on his opponent.

With this kind of fighting style, even a master of martial arts of the same level as him would probably be forced into a disadvantageous position by his sudden spear strike.

Ren Shaoyang, however, didn't take it to heart. He deflected the gun with his backhand, retaliated with a palm strike, and laughed loudly, "Brother Li, you have quite the spirit, but in my eyes, the world you see is far too small." As he spoke, he swung his iron rod at him with a series of swift movements.

Li Ruohai exchanged a real gunfight with him, but despite gaining the upper hand, he failed to budge Ren Shaoyang in the slightest.

Shocked, he took two more steps, his twelve-foot-long red spear swelled, and hundreds of spear shadows, like a raging fire, burned towards Ren Shaoyang. He roared, "How big is the world in your eyes?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, slashing and thrusting with the iron rod in his hand, attacking and parrying Li Ruohai's spear shadows in the blink of an eye, neither giving an inch.

He responded in a clear voice: "Heaven cannot obscure my will, earth cannot confuse my mind; I am neither born nor die, I am dispensable."

As they were talking, the two bumped into each other again with a "clang" and stood side by side.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the heart's desires are limitless!"

Li Ruohai slung his twelve-foot-long red spear over his shoulder and laughed loudly, "Brother Ren, what a spirit you have! But I wonder how good your swordsmanship is?"

"Ha!" Ren Shaoyang held the iron rod in one hand, casually twisted it, and with a clang, the iron rod suddenly flattened, then gleamed coldly and transformed into a five-foot-long sword.

"What a fine weapon!" Li Ruohai's expression changed abruptly, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Ren originally said that your weapon could be any length, softness, or hardness at will, but I didn't believe it. Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, it's truly breathtaking!"

Ren Shaoyang lightly pinched the blade with two fingers and slowly slid them upwards, saying casually, "Brother Li, next I will invite you to critique my self-created 'Kunlun Three Elements Sword'."

Li Ruohai's expression turned serious. He placed the gun at his waist and shouted, "Likewise, I, Li, will keep my gun with me and await your brilliance!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Please be careful!" He drew two fingers to the tip of the sword, and the sword suddenly flashed.

"Hey~!"

A flash of blue light exploded, and the sword light suddenly moved like lightning!
"Drink!" Li Ruohai also mustered his true energy, and his twelve-foot-long red spear suddenly shot out from his waist, its red tassel flying like a big red flower exploding!

"Clang clang clang clang~!"

Sword light and spear shadows, red and blue hues crisscrossing beneath the snowy sky, one sword light flowing freely and unrestrained, the other spear shadow domineering and magnificent.

At this moment, only light and shadow could be seen, not the people themselves; the two were both hidden in the shimmering, flying snow.

The sounds of impact were dense, like rain pattering on banana leaves, yet perfectly in sync. Spanning the eight modes of musical scale and traversing the eight directions, high notes concealed low notes, while strange peaks rose within the low notes, and a single sound contained several different sounds.

Even though Zong Yue was ten zhang away, the sound of weapons clashing, like bells and drums, still made his blood boil and his mind turbulent.

His gaze toward the arena grew increasingly unfocused.

In a daze, the guns and swords vanished.

At this moment, it seems as if a stunningly beautiful woman, holding a red flower, rises slowly from the ground and performs a graceful whirling dance in the snow.

This woman was clad in a five-colored feather robe, spinning and turning endlessly all day long, causing the sky to darken, the earth to become chaotic, and the sun and moon to lose their color.

Zong Yue became increasingly mesmerized as he looked at the sight, his face growing paler and paler until he finally coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, still muttering, "Beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful!"

On the other side, Ren Shaoyang and Li Ruohai had no time to care about Zong Yue's life or death.

The two were also in high spirits at the moment, and each time they clashed, they would retreat a few steps and stand still.

Ren Shaoyang gave a thumbs up and laughed, "Everyone says that Brother Li's spear technique is powerful, but no one expected that his speed is also amazing, actually able to keep up with my 'Escape Sword'."

"Escape to the Netherworld?" Li Ruohai laughed. "What a name! Formless and invisible, with a chilling aura. Truly a fine sword technique."

"Of course, it's excellent swordsmanship," Ren Shaoyang said proudly. Suddenly, he looked up at the cloud-covered sky and said calmly, "A timely snowfall promises a bumper harvest."

As soon as he finished speaking, snow began to fall, turning Ren Shaoyang's blue robe white. Li Ruohai, who was already dressed in white, was further protected by the snow, which was dispersed by an invisible force and did not stick to him.

"Not a fly can land, not even a feather can be added."

Ren Shaoyang possessed an untainted mind, while Li Ruohai possessed an untainted body; both were equally accomplished. Martial arts, Taoist practices, even Zen and rules, in the end, all lead to the same path.

Li Ruohai lowered his stance slightly, placed his spear behind his back, and shouted, "The Escape from the Netherworld has been seen, what's the next move?"

Ren Shaoyang held the tip of the sword, bent it into an exaggerated arc, and then swept it out.

As the sword made a sharp clang, his voice rang out.

"Liushang!"

As soon as he spoke, Li Ruohai felt a wisp of sword energy surge out from the tip of the sword, its light and shadow hazy, like thousands of fireflies, flying outwards in scattered points.

Li Ruohai shouted, "What an exquisite move!" The red spear swelled, its sound whistling, and its shadow flickered, actually meeting every sword tip!
This also shows that Li Ruohai's unparalleled marksmanship has reached an extraordinary level.

In terms of speed, it rivals Ren Shaoyang's unparalleled speed with his "Escape Sword." In terms of skill, it can go toe-to-toe with the masterful "Flowing Wine Sword."

Just as Pang Ban said, if the three villains hadn't suddenly appeared, "Evil Spirit" Li Ruohai would have been the strongest expert besides him and Lang Fanyun!
Ren Shaoyang stood in the middle, one hand behind his back, his long sword trembling. The sword light flicked and stroked, rising and falling like lightning. The opponent's momentum suddenly stopped, as if a wild horse had been forcibly reined in.

"Brother Li, behold the changes in Yin and Yang energy of the 'Flowing Wine Sword'!"

Ren Shaoyang stopped probing and suddenly moved, transforming into a ball of blue light and floating into the air.

The longsword in his hand unleashed a series of sword strikes, including clouding, twisting, thrusting, and pointing. In an instant, the sword light and sword energy resembled countless tiny vortexes, intertwining and merging together, growing larger and higher, accompanied by the clanging of the sword, rolling in the air.

Li Ruohai's eyes widened, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He knew that the sword strike opposite him was rising rapidly, and if it was not stopped in time, it would be endless and inexhaustible until it crushed him.

His competitive spirit surged, and he gritted his teeth, unleashing his full power, sweeping his spear horizontally and launching a direct attack.

The two exchanged over twenty blows with lightning speed. Li Ruohai suddenly felt the longsword opposite him swirling and changing, small vortexes becoming medium vortexes, medium vortexes becoming large vortexes, and large vortexes nested within each other, yet each going its own way, like spokes circling around a wheel, like stars in a cycle.

"Boom!"

The vortex, centered on Ren Shaoyang, is divided yet not scattered, gathered yet not chaotic.

Li Ruohai was caught up in the chaos, his mind reeling and feeling utterly overwhelmed. But as a renowned spear master, he realized he was at a disadvantage and suddenly roared.

The spear in his hand suddenly exploded, creating thousands of spear shadows. The strong wind howled, as if a thousand troops were charging at once, making people's souls tremble and their spirits tremble. Anyone with even a little less courage would immediately retreat.

"Alright! Now watch the third sword strike."

But then the sword shadow suddenly vanished, and Ren Shaoyang abruptly raised his sword to the sky, shouting, "Collapse Mountain!"

As the longsword fell, Li Ruohai suddenly felt a sword aura like a celestial waterfall rushing towards him, majestic, vast, and indescribable, with the force of a falling sky.

Li Ruohai knew that this sword was a sword of momentum. Even if he was not cut, as long as he retreated, his Dao heart would definitely be shattered, which would be even more miserable than being torn apart by a sword.

As the greatest martial arts fanatic in the world, Li Ruohai has always been relentless in his pursuit of power, and is invincible.

That's true, if we cancel the order.

Is this still the same Li Ruohai with his awe-inspiring presence?
He shouted, "Good! Let's see each other's limits with this one strike!" His spear unleashed countless afterimages, reaching the highest heavens and the deepest hells. The spear's momentum changed suddenly, sometimes sweeping and maneuvering, sometimes spinning rapidly, as if it wanted to pulverize everything in heaven and earth.

As the sword and spear clashed, the wind suddenly shifted dramatically, sometimes straight, sometimes curved, and then abruptly stilled.

"deep!"

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also felt like the blink of an eye.

A deafening roar erupted from nowhere, as if the sea god, riding a sea beast, rose from the whirlpool, holding a giant conch shell, blowing a horn to the sky, surrounded by the roars of fish and dragons, the howls of spirits, and the rising and falling waves!

Suddenly, the accumulated snow flew backward and rushed forward, colliding with the falling snowflakes in the sky to form an invisible balloon that exploded and rolled endlessly, flashing with sharpness in an instant.

The sphere disintegrated and scattered, transforming into an invisible ring of air that sent surrounding trees splintering into countless pieces, snapping and cracking.

The two men stood upright, one holding a gun horizontally, the other a sword.

The dark earth beneath our feet was exposed, but it was slowly covered by snow again.

Such an earth-shattering battle could only have happened to Zong Yue, who was defeated.

At this moment, only the statue of Lord Yue stood silently watching.

(End of this chapter)