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

Chapter 233 Arrows Soaring Through the Sky
What is a "scene-killer" formation?
First, destroy the original "scenery," and then trap the enemy in the battle formation after this destruction.

The temple collapsed into ruins.

The scenery is gone; the scenery has become an ambush.

Yuan Shisanxian frowned and used the "Great Smashing Tablet Technique" to throw away everything that touched or came near him.

He also launched hidden weapons using broken tiles and bricks.

That is the finger technique of "waterfall plunging straight down, thunder and lightning on flat ground".

However, he couldn't break through this formation.

In terms of martial arts skills, he is indeed almost invincible, but now what is dealing with him is not a person but the scenery.

No matter how skilled he was in martial arts, he couldn't kill off this "scenery-killing" scene.

Tianyi Jushi breathed a sigh of relief, but his face instantly darkened as a sharp pain struck, causing him to clutch his chest.

He had used his "Heavenly Garment Divine Skill" to gather his true energy, but it was now completely exhausted. He was in a state of utter exhaustion, swaying precariously.

But Master Lin's eyebrows and beard stood on end.

Because he clearly remembered that Yuan Shisanxian had just drawn two arrows!

But he only saw one arrow.

What about the other arrow?
The moment the thought arose, a bright red flower of blood bloomed from the instep of the Celestial Hermit.

With a soft "poof," a small, bluish-black arrow suddenly emerged from the ground and pierced his sole!
The Weaver Girl's hands and feet turned ice-cold as she watched. She couldn't believe that arrows could travel underground and then shoot out from the ground.

The small arrow, trailing blood, flashed in mid-air, like a carp leaping over the dragon gate. With a slight tremor, the arrowhead was already aimed directly at the heart of the Celestial Hermit.

I'm going to be sad!

The Hermit of Heavenly Garments sighed softly, looked at the Weaver Girl, and his eyes were full of reluctance.

However, even the Weaver Girl, the old monk Lin, and Zhang Tan and others were powerless to help.

The arrow was too fast and the angle was too tricky; no one could save him.

Just then, a wondrous sight appeared.

With a whooshing sound, several strands of blue silk threads wrapped around.

"Buzz!"

The silk thread and the small arrow became entangled, and the arrow was deflected a few inches, flying towards the Heavenly Robe Hermit's brow.

The Weaver Girl and the old Zen Master Lin cried out in horror, their eyes wide with fury, "No!"

Suddenly, a soft laugh was heard: "Don't move."

A white figure appeared in the air, swaying upwards, more than three feet taller than the Celestial Hermit. Then, the figure stood head down and feet up, stretching out its fingers.

In a flash, everyone saw Ren Shaoyang standing upside down in mid-air, his two fingers firmly pinching the small, bluish-black arrow!

This sudden change was so swift and unexpected that it shocked everyone present, leaving them speechless with astonishment.

Ren Shaoyang frowned, feeling the small arrow in his hand suddenly spin rapidly, and with a "snap," it flew into the sky again.

In the moonlight, it left a chilling blue arc, shooting away like a venomous snake.

However, this time it was not shot at the Celestial Hermit, but flew towards the Weaver Girl's heart!
Yuan Shisanxian's cold, stern smile rang out at that moment: "Xu Xiaoyi, I'm going to make you heartbroken!"

Seeing that the small arrow seemed to be in sync with Yuan Shisanxian's mind, moving and changing like a living thing, driving the Weaver Girl into a desperate situation, the Heavenly Robe Hermit's face finally turned ashen.

Such methods are truly terrifying.

But at that moment, Ren Shaoyang stood still, glanced to the side, and flicked his right hand with his fingers.

There were a few clanging sounds.

Yuan Shisanxian's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly leaped backward. With a loud bang, a deep trench appeared in the ground.

On the other side, the small arrow also trembled violently, and an unpredictable force suddenly tightened, and with a few clangs, it disintegrated in mid-air.

The arrow still had some force left, and it trembled as it was driven obliquely into the ground, like a thin monument.

"Weaver Girl!"

Tianyi Jushi quickly embraced the trembling Weaver Girl. Everyone looked at Yuan Shisanxian, their eyes filled with undisguised terror, as if they had just returned from the brink of death.

What a terrifying arrow!
"What an amazing sword!"

Yuan Shisanxian was still drawing his bow inside the "scene-killer" formation, grinning maliciously.

"But I still have seven arrows. Whom can you save?"

He originally had nine arrows in his quiver, eight black and one red. He had just shot two, and now he had seven arrows left.

Yuan Shisanxian's arrows are now "in tune" with his mind; he can sense whether the arrow is there or not, and change its speed and direction with his will, and even transmit internal energy from a distance.

All of this makes the "Heartbreak Arrow" the most terrifying killing weapon in the world.

none of them!

Yuan Shisanxian murmured a name.

"Sword God, Ren Shaoyang!"

Ren Shaoyang stretched out both hands, fingers spread wide, and laughed, "Grandpa is here!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tan and the other young people burst into laughter. Even Tianyi Jushi and the others, who were intimidated by the murderous aura of the Heartbroken Arrow, couldn't help but smile.

Even Yuan Shisanxian laughed, his laughter sounding particularly maniacal amidst the clanging of broken objects: "Interesting, too bad you're going to die."

Ren Shaoyang curled his lip, his hands hanging at his sides: "When? How come I didn't know?"

"It's now!"

Yuan Shisanxian suddenly shouted, drew his arrow, nocked the fletching, and the arrow disappeared from the bowstring.

And there's more than one.

Two, three, four, five!
A barrage of bullets!

The arrows shot towards the sky, the ground, and even behind them, whistling through the air!
The two arrows shot straight into the ground, piercing through it; the two arrows, like streaks of sparks, shot into the night sky and disappeared.

The last arrow suddenly veered off course, quietly creating an opening in the formation, and flew down the mountain, disappearing from sight.

There was a sixth arrow, aimed at the Celestial Hermit. Yuan Shisanxian laughed wildly, like a mad hero, shouting at his arrow, "Ren Shaoyang! You can't dodge, you can't escape my sharp arrow!"

Ren Shaoyang's face turned cold, his eyes gleaming, and he shouted, "Get behind me!"

Before he finished speaking, his ten fingers flicked and stroked, the sword threads rising and falling like lightning.

The arrows coming from the opposite direction paused, as they were forcefully caught by the sword threads, like six bound demonic dragons rolling in the air, buzzing loudly.

As Yuan Shisanxian watched Ren Shaoyang shoot out countless blue sword threads, his calm, gloomy, and cold face suddenly changed!
"You actually managed to block all my Heartbreak Arrows? What kind of skill is that?"

Ren Shaoyang flicked his fingers incessantly, and whether they were flying in the sky or ghosts darting out from the mountains and valleys, they were all entangled by the sword threads and none were spared.

He smiled and said softly, "Sword threads cross the void."

"You're still hiding, you fucking bastard!"

Yuan Shisanxian's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he swept out with his sleeve, unleashing a powerful force.

Although Ren Shaoyang's hands were restrained, he still had his feet. He leaped into the air and kicked his feet repeatedly, like beating a drum.

Empty!
The two exchanged blows, the dust rising and scattering in all directions, their clothes billowing and their hair flying wildly.

Ren Shaoyang felt a buzzing in his ears, his blood boiling, and he felt his blood about to burst forth.

At the same time, the six controlled arrows suddenly spun rapidly, scattered like meteors, and shot towards Ren Shaoyang's vital points with sword threads attached!
Two arrows swiftly aimed for Ren Shaoyang's throat!

Two arrows, without any fancy moves, struck straight at Ren Shaoyang's forehead!

Another arrow emerged from the ground, aiming straight for the groin.

The five small arrows, like a leech, turned back, and in an instant, the surrounding void was filled with the shadows of arrows flying back and forth, circling and swirling around Ren Shaoyang.

But that's not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is...

Another arrow suddenly vanished without a trace!

It was a small crimson arrow, as red as blood. But now it vanished into thin air, without a trace, as if it had disappeared into the night sky, without a sound.

Ren Shaoyang was in such a desperate and life-threatening situation.

Suddenly, the voice of the Hermit of Heavenly Robes came: "Thumb: Void. Index finger: Wind. Middle finger: Fire. Nameless finger: Water. Little finger: Earth."

At this critical moment, he recited a simple passage of scripture.

It was this passage of scripture that startled Yuan Shisanxian.

The Hermit in Heavenly Robes continued reciting:
"The wheel of wisdom and knowledge. Diligence and concentration overshadow strength and practice. Patience, mindfulness, light, aspiration, and thought. Advancement in precepts leads to higher attainment. Faith in almsgiving surpasses wisdom and color. The melon is in the matter of the melon, the private melon is in the matter of the stone melon; wisdom and faith surpass the color of almsgiving. Advancement in precepts leads to higher attainment. Aspiration, mindfulness, light, patience, thought; strength and concentration overshadow diligence and practice. The wheel of wisdom and knowledge..."

Just then, Ren Shaoyang's chuckled voice rang out: "Hehe, so that's how the 'Mountain Classic' works!" With a flick of his finger, the sword threads trembled, and the five small arrows immediately became chaotic, whistling as they flew around him.

Yuan Shisanxian's expression changed completely.

He frowned deeply, thinking to himself, "Besides being a Buddhist scripture, the 'Mountain Classic' is also a breathing technique completely different from that of the martial arts world in the Central Plains. I knew before that the path was wrong, but I still insisted on taking the right one."

"Xu Xiaoyi revealing the true 'Mountain Classic' gave me a lot of inspiration, but this is not a good thing; on the contrary, it is his evil scheme!"

Yuan Shisanxian gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at the smiling Tianyi Jushi.

"I am currently facing off against Ren Shaoyang, a formidable enemy. My heart is in turmoil, and I am eager to restore my misguided internal energy. However, the reversal of my years of practice has caused my internal energy to flow backward and my vital energy to dissipate, resulting in injury!"

Reality isn't a novel; there aren't that many stories of sudden enlightenment and breakthroughs.

If Yuan Shisanxian had obtained the original version of the "Mountain Classic" at a different time, and then secluded himself to cultivate diligently, he would have been able to correct the wrongs and greatly improve his martial arts skills within a few days.

Unfortunately, everything depends on the "time situation".

A sudden realization is usually a good thing, but a sudden realization now is fatal!

Yuan Shisanxian felt the reverse flow of energy in his meridians becoming increasingly severe, but he absolutely could not show his weakness, so that Tianyi Jushi, Laolin Zen Master, Zhinu and others could not see it.

The most important thing is not to let the white-robed man on the other side see through you!
Just as his heart was in turmoil, but he remained calm and silent on the surface, he suddenly saw Ren Shaoyang raise an eyebrow and stare at him with a smile in his eyes.

Their eyes met, and it seemed as if firelight was passing between them.

Ke Yuan Shisanxian's heart sank, feeling that the smile in Ren Shaoyang's eyes was so chilling and intimidating.

Ren Shaoyang spread his arms wide, holding five small arrows, and slowly asked, "Don't you feel bad?"

He saw it!
Yuan Shisanxian was terrified, but his face remained cold and expressionless: "Let's talk about escaping with our lives from my 'Heartbreak Arrow' first!"

"Ha, what's so difficult about that?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled lightly, and before he finished speaking, the two exchanged a kick and a punch.

Both were exceptional martial arts prodigies of their time. They seized the initiative in their attacks, their fists and feet flashing like light and shadow, fast, accurate, and ruthless, dazzling the onlookers and leaving them breathless.

After several swift exchanges, Yuan Shisanxian felt that his opponent's strength was formidable, and his leg techniques were unpredictable and elusive, while the reversal of his own internal energy was becoming increasingly severe.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly opened his eyes wide!
"Howl!"

Suddenly, the five small arrows whistled loudly, like fireworks exploding and then shot back with a "whoosh"!

That wasn't all; the small red arrow that had been disappearing suddenly reappeared above Ren Shaoyang's head.

With a piercing, earth-shattering scream, it pierced straight into the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head!

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang pressed and stroked with both hands, as if "diagnosing the pulse through a suspended thread," feeling the force of the small arrow through the sword thread.

Martial arts moves can be divided into feints and real attacks; using suspense and leaving openings is a tried-and-true method.

However, the internal energy circulation attached to the weapon is completely unpretentious.

Even someone as strong as "Sad Arrow" is no exception.

In an instant, Yuan Shisanxian's divine sense and strength moved, and Ren Shaoyang sensed the whereabouts of the man and the small arrow, their speed and reality, all through the sword threads.

Just as the small arrow pierced his body, Yuan Shisanxian used his crossbow to unleash the "One-Line Staff" technique, breaking his skull.

Ren Shaoyang slowly raised his head, smiled slightly, and his figure vanished like a mirage.

then.

Ren Shaoyang's figure split into six, standing atop each of the small arrows.

His body was surrounded by radiant light, like a tangible wave of water surging and crashing against the night sky.

At that moment, he seemed to become a human torch, handsome and dignified, with a divine presence, transforming into the most brilliant light in the world.

(End of this chapter)