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

Chapter 234 The End of the Dungeon
On the mountain road of Sweet Mountain.

An elderly man, not very tall, dressed in a scholar's robe and wearing a scholar's hat, was rushing up the mountain.

He must be very old, but he still looks very young.

Although his hair and beard were completely white, his face, like that of the Hermit of Heavenly Robes, was smooth and wrinkle-free.

Suddenly, the old man looked up at the Laolin Temple on the mountaintop, and a series of magnificent sword cries echoed throughout the mountains and fields.

The old man's silver beard moved without wind, and he laughed heartily, saying, "It's like hearing celestial music; my ears are temporarily clear!"

He knew that such amazing swordsmanship could probably only be possessed by the assassin (righteous man) who tried to kill Cai Jing!
Thinking of this, he suddenly clapped his hands, the sound blending naturally into the great roar of the world. The sword's cry paused for a moment, as if its master had noticed someone's arrival, before resuming its rhythm and harmonizing with the clapping once more.

The old man smiled smugly, knowing that this was a welcome, and sensing the goodwill, he was also looking forward to meeting this extraordinary swordsman!
The old man possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, and was also extremely learned. He understood one principle and comprehended all principles. He was sensitive to all things in the world, and the sounds of swords clapping, clapping, and mountain mists rose and fell in perfect harmony.

The music lasted for a long time before finally ending. The old man's face was radiant with a smile, and he said, "His skill is close to the Dao!"

"Howl!"

Just as he was feeling happy, a sharp shriek struck out of nowhere, freezing his smile on his face.

"Sad Little Arrow~"

The old man sighed and extended a fair, clean, slender, and delicate hand.

He suddenly grasped the arrow.

The small arrow trembled incessantly in his hand under the moonlight. The old man said with worry and concern, "Elder Yuan Si's archery skills have improved greatly again."

Having said that, he broke the arrow, turned around, and drifted away.
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In the ruins of Laolin Temple.

Everyone's mouths were agape at this moment.

What did they see?
Light!
Without a single other color mixed in, it flows down like a curtain from the sky, with light everywhere!

What kind of martial art is this? What kind of movement technique is this?
Tianyi Jushi watched Ren Shaoyang appear and disappear in an instant, like wisps of smoke around Yuan Shisanxian. He admired Ren Shaoyang's majestic presence as he soared through the sky, his unparalleled elegance shining brilliantly against the dark backdrop.

He stared at it for a long time, his cat-like eyes constantly shifting, yet he was indescribably shocked.

“Old Xu!” Zen Master Lin looked at Yuan Shisanxian, who was engulfed by the omnipresent white light, and said quietly, “I suddenly feel that Guan Qi is not invincible after all.”

Tianyi Jushi nodded and sighed, "I originally thought that Guan Qi was the most outstanding person in the world, but now it seems that Ren Jianshen is also dazzling!"

Even the Weaver Girl couldn't help but sigh, "Heroes in this world are as numerous as carp crossing a river."

As they marveled, the next moment...

"Puff puff……"

Blood splattered, and a cloud of blood mist swirled around Yuan Shisanxian's body before he fell heavily from mid-air.

The white light dissipated, and the magnificent radiance vanished without a trace in that instant.

Ren Shaoyang stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering, and smiled, "Brother Yuan, how do you feel about my 'Sword Silk Crossing the Void' technique?"

Everyone looked at Yuan Shisanxian and saw that he was covered in blood, with six arrows stuck in his body, and he could barely stand.

At this moment, they suddenly realized that when Ren Shaoyang was flying around Yuan Shisanxian, he had actually stuck the small arrow into his body.

What a brilliant example of using their own methods against them!
Yuan Shisanxian didn't rush to answer. Instead, he gazed at the white-robed figure standing tall in the void. All his sorrow seemed to vanish, and his eyes were filled with admiration and appreciation.

"Such a divine weapon, you've truly pushed it to its limits."

He said this because he saw the almost invisible sword threads beneath Ren Shaoyang's feet.

The white-robed figure was walking on sword threads, which allowed him to display a divine skill that seemed to float in mid-air.

Yuan Shisanxian smiled slightly: "Your speed is so fast because you rely on the sword threads. When your mind moves, your body moves. So you are everywhere and can move freely within a ten-zhang range?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Yes."

Yuan Shisanxian frowned slightly: "But you can not only control the sword threads, you can even control my small arrows and my internal energy!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "That's another sword technique."

Yuan Shisanxian said, "It's that skill that combines the great sounds of heaven and earth, called 'Heavenly Music,' right?"

“It’s ‘heavenly music’,” Ren Shaoyang corrected with a smile.

Why are you correcting me?

"Ren is kind-hearted, so he's letting you know where you went wrong."

Yuan Shisanxian took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing his anger, and said coldly, "Don't try to lecture me! You think I'm exhausted? Fine, I'll show you!"

"I change!"

As he shouted, moonlight flowed over him like water, and the next moment, everyone's expression changed!
There was a hissing and crackling sound in the air.

Ren Shaoyang's expression was solemn; he sensed a tremendous fluctuation in the energy of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, with a few "ding-ding" sounds, the small arrows in Yuan Shisanxian's chest, head, and throat slowly fell backward and pulled themselves out, landing on the ground.

As soon as the arrow left his body, Yuan Shisanxian, who was on the verge of death, miraculously came back to life!
Yuan Shisanxian sprang into the air, his right hand already drawing his crossbow and aiming, shouting, "Die!"

With a fierce whistle, he suddenly released the fully drawn crossbow and fired an "arrow".

But his crossbow was empty.

But as he moved, the six small arrows on the ground mysteriously floated into the air and disappeared!
Immediately following, a shrill whistle burst forth with unstoppable force!
It rushed straight to Ren Shaoyang's heart!
Ren Shaoyang's body suddenly trembled, and the trembling became more and more intense!
With a flick of his wrist, the sword threads transformed into thousands of faint blue lights, like a radiation source, which suddenly burst forth.

Suddenly, six small arrows appeared out of thin air and exploded in the air, stirring up mud and sand and creating thousands of air waves that shot out in all directions!

The sword thread and the small arrow collided, causing both of them to sway, and suddenly a burst of energy shot into the sky.

It exploded with a deafening roar in the night sky, bursting open into a huge blue flame.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang swayed and rushed forward, unleashing a series of palm strikes.

This palm strike was like the creation of heaven and earth. With each strike, Yuan Shisanxian's body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But he didn't back down at all; he just threw a punch with one hand and brandished a small crossbow with the other.

The two were exchanging blows, neither willing to back down. Blood formed a faint mist around them, seeping into the ground and gradually spreading outwards.

In the distance, shimmering blue sword threads and small arrows battled fiercely in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere, as if countless fireworks had appeared out of thin air.

Yuan Shisanxian grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, feeling as if each of his opponent's punches and palm strikes was like a small mountain, bringing with it countless ripples and crashing down like a collapsing sky.

His face grew paler and paler, then turned black, and finally golden. He never imagined that the person opposite him would be so insane, trading wounds for wounds and fighting to the death!

Yuan Shisanxian became irritable. He was not used to being chased and beaten in battle, which was not in line with his personality!

His internal energy, blood, and even his exhausted body were all urging him to fight with all his might.

He knew this was not a good choice.

But who is he?

He is Yuan Shisanxian!

He couldn't go against his own passion! His bravery, his ruthlessness, and his pride compelled him to charge forward, to fight to the death!

Deep down, Yuan Shisanxian harbored a mad impulse to self-destruct.

Therefore, he desperately wanted to destroy Zhuge Liang, and then destroy himself!
This madness that has always been latent within him may be the reason why he can do what others dare not, and why he can cultivate the disordered "Mountain Classic" to achieve the pinnacle.

However, Yuan Shisanxian, whose pupils were filled with blood, was the only one to be able to do so.

The white-robed man opposite him remained expressionless.

If the Thirteen Limits of the Metaverse are insane and irrational.

Then he would be an extremely calm, indifferent, and even ruthless person, just like the Dao itself.

The moonlight suddenly intensified, and frost-like petals filled the sky, fluttering and dancing wildly on the mountaintop like falling snow or flying flowers.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and raised his hand.

"deep!"

Suddenly, blue flames pierced through the clouds, filling the sky with dazzling light.

The moonlight suddenly dimmed, and the wind fell silent!

No one saw how the sword was thrown. Similarly, no one saw how the white-robed figure broke through Yuan Shisanxian's attack!

The light faded, and the night sky became clear.

To everyone's horror, Yuan Shisanxian leaned forward, and Ren Shaoyang extended his fingers, half of his palm piercing Yuan Shisanxian's heart.

Both of them remained motionless, like statues.

Yuan Shisanxian, who had been invincible for decades, was defeated by the Sword God at this moment!
"A martial arts legend has been shattered," the Weaver Girl murmured.

"The myth of the Sword God is rising," Old Monk Lin interjected.

Tianyi Jushi did not speak, but glanced to the side.

An elderly man with white hair and beard appeared beside him, looking at him with concern: "Second Brother, are you... are you alright?"

"Little Flower, you've arrived." Tianyi Jushi smiled. "With the Sword God here, I've only set up a formation and provided a stage. I'm perfectly fine."

As he spoke, he held the Weaver Girl's hand in one hand and said triumphantly, "I have found the Weaver Girl."

Zhuge Zhengwo looked at the Weaver Girl and said respectfully, "Second Sister-in-law, it's been a long time."

The Weaver Girl blushed slightly and whispered, "Long time no see, Little Divine Marquis!"

"Just call me Xiaohua," Zhuge Zhengwo said with a smile, then turned to look at the old monk Lin, "Brother Lei, I've heard so much about you."

The old monk Lin smiled wryly and said, "Alas, what great name do I hold in front of you?" He looked at the two people standing motionless in the arena and sighed, "The world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing both state and overall situation) is about to change."

"No!"

Zhuge Zhengwo walked into the arena with his hands behind his back, saying casually, "With me here, the heavens will not change!"

Yuan Shisanxian looked at the palm on his chest, a smile slowly appearing on his face. He suddenly pulled away and sat cross-legged on the ground.

He smiled at the white-robed man and said, "I don't know why, but losing to you makes me happier than losing to Zhuge Liang."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying, "Don't you want to talk to your old flame?"

Yuan Shisanxian's smile froze, and he shook his head: "It's a fight to the death between him and me."

“That’s an interesting point,” came Mr. Zhuge’s laughter. “I’ve been entangled with Elder Four my whole life, and we have nothing more to say to each other.”

Suddenly, Yuan Shisan's smile turned eerie, and his whole demeanor seemed to harden.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed with a divine light, and he shouted, "Where do you think you're going!" He then flicked his sleeve.

bass!
Thousands of sword threads suddenly spread out in front of him, and with a series of soft hissing sounds, thousands of small holes were poked into the ground.

This move is none other than the ultimate skill of Sword God Zhuo Lingzhao, "Thousand Rays of Glow"!
A scream rang out, and a pool of hot blood appeared out of nowhere.

As Yuan Shisan fled, he shouted in a hateful, hoarse voice, "Zhuge, Ren Shaoyang! We're not finished! We're not finished!"

Look, even though Xiao Ren beat him up like this, he still held a grudge against Zhuge immediately.

Isn't this love?
Mr. Zhuge looked at the golden statue of Bodhidharma on the ground with his hands behind his back and muttered, "Yes, we still have to fight this battle after all. It's never over."

Ren Shaoyang clutched his chest, vomiting blood, and stared at the golden statue of Bodhidharma.

Yuan Shisanxian used a nearly broken Bodhidharma statue to shield him from a calamity.

However, with the sword's edge aimed at him, even if he survived, he would certainly not be in a good state.

Therefore, when he used the escape technique to flee, he had no strength left to resist Ren Shaoyang's "Myriad Rays of Light". He was pierced with hundreds of holes, making him look like a honeycomb briquette.

At this point, Ren Shaoyang had broken Yuan Shisanxian's "Heartbreak Arrow".

He was severely injured by the "sword's edge".

Ren Shaoyang was not having an easy time either. Although he was not hit by an arrow, he had been punched countless times all over his body by Yuan Shisanxian.

Her whole being was like a broken piece of porcelain, on the verge of shattering.

"Sword Master Ren, would you please come to my residence for a gathering?"

Mr. Zhuge had just finished speaking.

Shouts and roars echoed down the mountain, flames flickered in the air. The imperial army, in pursuit, had already reached Sweet Mountain.

The bright moon was cold and clear, its light spilling across the summit of Sweet Mountain.

The earth was heavy, and below the cliff, a torrent of water rushed and surged, its depths unfathomable.

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "I am a madman of Chu, singing like a phoenix and laughing at Confucius." He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, "Mr. Zhuge, I'm a bit disheveled today, so I won't bother you any longer. Next time, definitely next time!"

Having said that, the figure vanished into the night like a streak of light, and then, in a flash, a white light disappeared along the cliff.

He came so suddenly, and he left so suddenly.

As if it were all a dream, a strange sense of melancholy suddenly welled up in Mr. Zhuge's heart.

"Ren Jianshen knows you can take him down the mountain."

The Hermit in Heavenly Robes appeared beside Zhuge at some point and patted him on the shoulder: "But this is also the most dangerous time for you. He doesn't want to implicate you."

"Alas, a dragon soaring through the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of brilliance," sighed Master Zhuge. "Today we part, but who knows when we will see such a hero again?"

Tianyi Jushi smiled and said, "There will be an opportunity; I have a premonition."

Mr. Zhuge glanced at him and smiled slightly: "Then I'll accept your kind words."

The two exchanged a smile, then linked arms and walked toward the crowd.

At this moment, the surrounding mountains are high and the moon is small, and the night is lonely.

(End of this chapter)