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

Chapter 231 Your Old Flame is Coming
Back then, the Hermit of Heavenly Garments had a formidable enemy named Xiahou Forty-One.

This man was extremely despicable and shameless, yet his swordsmanship was formidable, and he had roamed the land for many years. Later, the Hermit of Heavenly Robes captured him, but was misled by his words, naively believing that people could reform themselves, and thus let him go.

He's just that naive.

Later, Xiahou Forty-One severed the Ren and Du meridians of the Heavenly Robe Hermit and also insulted his wife, the Weaver Girl.

If Yuan Shisanxian hadn't come over and killed this man with a single blow, the Tianyi Hermit and his wife would probably have been tortured to death.

The move that Yuan Shisanxian used to kill Xiahou Sishiyi was this—the beginning, development, transition, and conclusion.

Back then, Xiahou Sishi unleashed a flurry of sword strikes, only to have Yuan Shisan unleash the internal energy he had channeled into his staff, causing the force to rebound and kill him.

But now it has happened again.

Before his eyes.

As Ren Shaoyang swept his left leg, Yuan Shisan raised his staff to block to the left. Suddenly, a "clang" was heard, and a golden sound rang out from the right side, twice as fast as the left leg.

However, the blade of the sword was blocked by an inexplicable force.

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed "Eh!" and laughed, "Good move!"

"Of course it's a good move!" Yuan Shisanxian sneered as he swung his staff backhand. "What can you use to block the culmination of my decades of cultivation?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and quickly extended three fingers.

"Boom!"

Originally, the sword was aimed directly at the opponent, but the blade seemed to wrap around the opponent like a ribbon and pierce their back.

Yuan Shisan used his wooden staff to parry left and right, but gradually felt clumsy. He realized that his opponent was unpredictable when he moved, and his sword was unpredictable and cunning.

Such a combination of direct confrontation with fists and feet, and attacking from the side to break through the enemy's defenses, aims to combine orthodox and deceptive tactics, to strike unexpectedly, and to make the most of the "feint to the east while attacking the west" technique.

Just like the "Ambidextrous Fighting Technique" of the Old Mischievous Boy Zhou Botong.

However, Ren Shaoyang controlled the dragon capture with the "Heart-Sacrifice Style," which was no longer limited by the human body. The sword blade seemed to move left and right, and it could cover the sky and the earth. Its power far exceeded that of the Ambidextrous Fighting Style.

Even after mastering the "beginning, development, transition, and conclusion" of the Yuan Thirteen Limits, he could not escape it. He felt swords whistling all around him, like an invisible net, and in the blink of an eye, he was sinking deeper and deeper.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he quickly unleashed another deadly move.

The waxing and waning of the moon.

In an instant, internal energy surged like a waterfall, flowing through the wooden staff. A wondrous sight appeared: the staff, like a dragon, shifted and swirled, sometimes separating, sometimes turning, sometimes joining, sometimes dispersing, unpredictable and impossible to defend against, its wonders boundless.

Ren Shao waved his hand and watched him go, deflecting his attacks while laughing, "Brother Yuan possesses several divine skills and unique techniques, making him impossible to kill, kill, or die. But I wonder if he can withstand a strike from my 'sword light'?"

Yuan Shisanxian sneered: "Don't pretend to be brothers. You killed Prime Minister Cai and are still trying to save Xu Xiaoyi. You're my mortal enemy! What's with the pretense?"

As he spoke, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Indeed, the martial world still lacks some decorum." Then he glared at him.

"Ding!"

The air seemed to ripple like water, and a metallic sound rang out.

Yuan Shisanxian's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he shouted, "You actually have the ability to see with both eyes?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "There's also the 'Concealing Shadow and Hiding Form' supernatural power." As he spoke, his figure flashed and suddenly disappeared.

Yuan Shisanxian remained calm and composed, coldly sneering, "A mere trick, trying to play hide-and-seek with me?"

Suddenly, he plucked a hair, wiped it with his hand, and a blue light rippled out. He exclaimed, "Can you see the 'Qi Sword'?"

With a backhand swing, the sword, like a blue dragon, shot into the surrounding darkness.

It was dark at this moment. Laolin Temple was located on the mountaintop, overlooking Hangu Pass. The mountain was high and shady, with towering cliffs on both sides. The moonlight shone obliquely, casting large shadows.

Ren Shaoyang's "Concealing Shadows and Hiding Forms" skill was first created in the rescue of Ah Xue instance. After years of practice, coupled with his in-depth understanding of mountains and rivers and wind veins after studying the "I Ching".

Now, even against a master like Yuan Shisanxian, it is barely usable.

As sword energy burst forth in all directions, Ren Shaoyang, unrestrained by any particular place, galloped through the shadows, blending into the rocks, taking the same form as the flowers, grass, and trees, and merging into the mountain shadows as he approached.

Even when near water, they would use the Zhu family's special skill—easily soluble in water!
When Yuan Shisan's sword missed its mark, he had a misconception that the other party was not a real person, but an illusory shadow. No matter how he tried to sense it, the other party always seemed to escape with the flow of the situation, like the moon reflected in water, always slipping through his fingers, impossible to hold back and impossible to grasp.

This skill in concealment, or rather, this movement technique, greatly astonished Yuan Shisanxian, yet he could not stop.

Although Ren Shaoyang appeared and disappeared intermittently, he was still around him. Several sword energies, seemingly present yet absent, were constantly emanating from him, waiting for the slightest opening before striking with a sword.

After failing to break through Yuan Shisanxian's defenses for a long time, he suddenly shouted and stomped his foot. His figure swayed, and he seemed to be covered by a layer of watery radiance from head to toe.

Immediately afterward, to the astonishment of Zen Master Lin and the others, he shook his shoulders and multiplied into three, as if three identical versions of himself had burst forth from his body, flashing and swaying as they rushed into the shadows!
Ren Shaoyang's face twitched, feeling a murderous intent approaching. This method was almost bordering on supernatural magic. He immediately raised his hand and flicked his sleeve, pressing down while brushing, like plucking a string on a zither. His internal energy shifted between yin and yang, becoming erratic, alternating between hot and cold.

With two soft "poof" sounds, the phantom was enveloped in the palm wind and dissipated, but he also revealed his figure.

Then a bizarre scene unfolded. Yuan Shisanxian flashed and swayed, crossing a distance of seven or eight zhang, and instantly merged with the last phantom, transforming from the illusory into the real.

The moment their hands met, the entire Old Lin Temple seemed to shake.

Yuan Shisanxian burst into laughter: "When it comes to being unpredictable, I can do it too!" Suddenly, he turned around, and his illusory figure reappeared.

A wondrous scene unfolds once more: Yuan Shisanxian's true form engages in a fistfight with Ren Shaoyang, while his illusory form faces off against a sword blade.

When the blade is about to strike, it transforms from solid to ethereal; when the blade flies away, it transforms from ethereal to solid, striking from the ethereal side in an instant.

To the onlookers, Ren Shaoyang's fists, feet, and sword flashed simultaneously, his energy soaring through the air.

Yuan Shisanxian strolled leisurely, his figure constantly flashing around him.

Master Lin was dazzled by what he saw and couldn't help but feel admiration. He exclaimed, "Old Xu, Yuan Shisanxian is indeed formidable. No wonder you said that if he wanted to kill me, I wouldn't last three moves."

The Hermit in Heavenly Robes held the Weaver Girl's hand in one hand, ignoring her anger, and whispered, "Master Ren is even more terrifying, using his spirit to fight enemies, and his sword and man becoming one. Such skill has already entered a realm beyond human comprehension."

Who will win?

Tianyi Jushi paused, then sighed: "Yuanxian hasn't used 'Heartbreak Arrow' yet."

"Oh dear! I completely forgot about that!" Old Master Lin gasped.

Two illusory figures, one golden and one white, clashed and fought in the arena. Wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and sword light swirled around them. Wood and stone that were hit immediately shattered into pieces.

Before long, the mountain wind grew stronger, howling like a bugle call.

The two fought faster and faster until they became blurry figures, and each move became indistinct.

"fall!"

Yuan Shisanxian roared like thunder, once again unleashing his "One Shout Divine Skill".

But Ren Shaoyang did not fall; instead, his eyes shone brightly, as if an ancient sword had been drawn from its sheath.

Their eyes met, and Yuan Shisanxian's gaze dimmed, like a torch that had burned out.

But only for a moment, his eyes regained their clarity.

boom!
The sleeves of his robe flowed like a breeze, lightly passing through Yuan Shisanxian's palm strike and brushing against his chest. Then, a punch with the force of ten thousand jun slammed into his forehead.

At the same time, Yuan Shisanxian flicked his wrist, and a strand of black hair jumped out. The sword energy struck Ren Shaoyang's chest, and blood spurted out with a hiss.

"boom!"

Dust billowed, the old Lin Temple shook violently, and in the mountains and fields, beasts lay dormant while flocks of birds took flight in fright.

Yuan Shisanxian's feet suddenly sank into the ground, his golden body on his chest and forehead shattered, and he coughed up blood.

Ren Shaoyang was not faring much better. The sharpness of that sword strike had also pierced through his "Great Vajra Divine Power" protective barrier, leaving a sword wound running from his right rib to his left shoulder, staining his clothes with blood.

Yuan Shisanxian said coldly, "I admit, you are a difficult opponent."

Ren Shaoyang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and laughed, "Without three points, who would dare to go to Liangshan?"

“Liang Shangshan?” Yuan Shisanxian sneered. “Back then, Xiahou Shisiyi, following Xu Xiaoyi’s instructions, broke through Wu Yong’s formation and gave them a good slaughter!”

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback, then turned to look at Tianyi Jushi: "Wow, you actually did this?"

The old man in the turban blushed with embarrassment and covered his face with his sleeve: "He only said he wanted to ask for advice, he didn't say he wanted to break the Liangshan formation. I was fooled."

The Weaver Girl spat beside her and said angrily, "You're just a pushover!"

Ren Shaoyang turned to look at Yuan Shisanxian, whose golden bodhisattva body was shattered and whose face was half-revealed, and said, "It's almost over. It seems you can't kill Tianyi Jushi."

At this moment, the sound of cicadas began, their cries mournful and shrill.

Yuan Shisanxian suddenly felt a bit irritated and shouted, "Do you still have a trump card up your sleeve?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Yes."

"I don't believe it!" Yuan Shisanxian said coldly, "Even in this situation, you're still hiding?"

"Yuanxian!"

Tianyi Jushi took a big gulp of wine and said, "Ren Jianshen's aura is gentle and boundless, and he is not lying."

Ren Shaoyang dusted off his moon-white robe, a warm smile on his face, his demeanor elegant and graceful: "I never lie."

The old Zen Master Lin sighed from afar and said, "Ren Jianshen's demeanor is truly unparalleled in my life, unmatched by anyone."

The dreamless woman, who was covering her head, asked, "Then, compared to Guan Qi?"

Zen Master Lin was stunned. He turned to look at Zhang Tan and the others and said irritably, "That's a monster, a monster that surpasses everyone else. How can you call them the same?"

Zhang Tan was taken aback and said, "Even Ren Jianshen and Yuan Shisanxian combined are no match for Guan Qi?"

"In terms of swordsmanship, Ren Jianshen's swordsmanship has already transcended the mortal realm. In terms of supernatural powers, Yuan Shisanxian's supernatural powers and skills are also astonishing."

"Yes, we know. Compared to Guan Qi?"

The old Zen master remained silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "Guan Qi, he will not be defeated."

"Tibetan?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I don't like to hide my talents; I just use them when necessary."

"So," Yuan Shisanxian's eyes flashed coldly, "what are you going to use next?"

"Heavenly music".

Ren Shaoyang flipped his wrist, and the sword blade returned to one, transforming into a five-foot-long sword held in his hand.

"it is good"

The word "good" had just been uttered.

In the distance, not only could one hear the chirping of cicadas, but also the barking of dogs.

It's a dog, not a wolf.

Like a lonely dog, howling at the bright moon in solitude.

Upon hearing the dog howl, Yuan Shisanxian and Ren Shaoyang's expressions changed.

Yuan Shisanxian's face became increasingly ferocious and crazed, and the bodhisattva image on half of his face made him look like a mad Bodhidharma.

Ren Shaoyang, with a mixture of anticipation and helplessness, said, "Your old flame is here. Do you still want to see my special move?"

"You're dead today!"

Yuan Shisanxian roared angrily, and his whole body emitted a foul stench. The stronger his fighting spirit and the more ferocious his attacks, the stronger the stench became.

"I'm going to wipe you all out! I won't let a single one of you escape!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "Okay." With a flick of his wrist, a deep and resonant ringing sound came, like a dragon's roar from beyond the heavens, stirring the heart.

At this moment, the dog's howling became even more intense.

(End of this chapter)