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

Chapter 263 Extraterrestrial Grandmasters on the Black List? I'll take them on alone!
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The two men clashed palms together, producing a loud, metallic clang.

Then, two red figures, one large and one small, were seen fighting each other in the moonlight, causing the hall to tremble violently.

As everyone watched the ashes fall, they quickly ran out of the house.

Then, Hongxiu and the old lama unleashed their full power, each striking the other with their fists and palms. Their true strength did not collide, but their energy clashed, creating an unparalleled whirlwind. Bricks and tiles flew everywhere like hidden weapons, forcing everyone to hold their breath and back off.

“Red Sun Dharma King!” Lie Zhenbei and Li Ruohai said in deep voices.

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts sank even further. The reputation of a person, the shadow cast by a tree, and the names of the three great masters of the frontier still instilled a sense of dread in everyone.

At this moment, Hongxiu's laughter came: "Big monk, why are you running away after only a couple of hits?" She then flashed away, turning into several bloody shadows, blocking the retreat of the Red Sun Dharma King.

Seeing this, the Red Sun Dharma King roared, "How dare you!" He exhaled loudly, raised his palms to his chest, and used all his internal energy to perform the "Great Hand Seal".

In the blink of an eye, the palm turned from red to black, and grew from small to large. With the surge of energy, it forced the red-sleeved hair to fly backward!
The two, one still and one moving, each displayed their unique abilities, separating and reuniting, their movements winding and turning, their energy manifesting in the night sky like ripples on water.

With a few thuds, the two exchanged several more blows.

The roof was hit repeatedly, shook a few times, and finally collapsed with a loud "boom" as it was pressed down by the overflowing force!
"What an amazing little girl!"

Dust billowed on the ground, and a majestic figure burst out of the mist, laughing loudly.

But then the Red Sun Dharma King casually waved his hand, and with a whoosh, a surge of powerful energy swept out.

Hongxiu was prepared and dodged left and right. Suddenly, the bricks and tiles behind her jumped and broke in two.

"Your palm strike is no less impressive!" Hongxiu was quite surprised. Before she even landed, the Red Sun Dharma King's palm strike had already arrived.

With a sharp cry, Hongxiu struck out with her palm, her five fingers flying across the ground like a spring breeze rustling willows.

The power of the Red Sun Dharma King's palm strike surged and ebbed, becoming uncontrollable. Confused, he hastily withdrew his fist to prevent the opponent from launching an attack.

The little beggar forced the Red Sun Dharma King back with a single palm strike, and using the force of the punch, he floated away, flying diagonally.

The Red Sun Dharma King blocked his way, shouted loudly, and swung his palm to strike.

Faced with the crimson hand that the old monk in red was slapping down, the little beggar shook his left hand and made a gesture forward.

Hola-la-la!
Several arcs of electricity appeared and disappeared in mid-air, leaping high and falling low, turning the ground black.

Before their hands even touched, Hong Ri felt his dantian throbbing and his internal energy surging wildly, as if he had been struck by lightning and his body was burning.

"laugh!"

A streak of flames suddenly appeared in their palms, then "bang" transformed into a huge fireball.

Hong Ri was both shocked and furious. His "immortality technique" was running wildly, and his body shot into the sky like a ball. He flew more than ten feet high before he stretched out his body. His shoes exploded into two piles of debris in the air.

Hongxiu smiled slightly, her eyes flashing with divine light, and her figure, swift as a ghost, appeared beside Hongri.

A small, white fist, swift as a spear, pierced through the air towards the old monk.

Helpless, Hong Ri could only channel his inner strength into his sleeves, making them as sharp as swords, and with a backhand strike, hit the palm of the hand with a "thud," as if struck by metal or stone.

"What kind of evil skill is this? How can it be so vicious!"

The Red Sun Dharma King felt extremely nauseous and was startled, his long sleeves transforming from thorns to entanglements.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar transformed his fist into fingers and charged straight at him along the long sleeve.

With a hiss, a gust of hot wind swept over us.

The Red Sun Dharma King suddenly felt as if his internal organs were being attacked by fire poison. He involuntarily staggered backward, his face turning as red as black, his white beard curling, and a burnt smell coming from the tip of his nose.

"Why are you running?" The little beggar leaped into the air and threw another punch in mid-air.

"Southern Heavenly Divine Fist!"

Hongri, overwhelmed with grief by her presence, raised his hands to meet Hongxiu's again.

boom!
Two figures, one large and one small, faced off in mid-air for a moment. Wherever their inner force passed, sparks and flashes of light filled the air, and the air currents roared along with their shouts.

A strong wind suddenly rose up in the courtyard, turning the peach blossoms into a sea of ​​flowers that surged straight into the night sky!

The sea of ​​flowers was ignited by the thunder and fire of the "Heavenly Wrath True Qi" as it flew into the air, instantly turning into countless fireworks that illuminated the faces of everyone present.

With a whoosh, the two figures, one large and one small, suddenly separated.

Hongxiu was hit by a strong force and was suddenly thrown downwards. With a crack, her legs hit the ground at knee level, creating two deep craters.

The little beggar blushed slightly and exclaimed, "What a superb skill in deflecting force! What a fine Red Sun Dharma King!"

But the old monk, who had received several blows from him, did not spit blood. Instead, he twisted and turned in the air in a strange posture, performing a somersault and landing on a peach tree branch. He looked over with surprise and lingering fear in his eyes.

Red Sleeves braced herself with both hands on the ground and jumped out with a "whoosh," leaving two deep pits in the ground.

"Good heavens!" The girl put her hands on her hips and said with a grin, "Old monk, you've taken so many hits from my 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi,' yet you're still completely unharmed. Of all the people I've ever met, you're the most resilient!"

"Miss Hongxiu is too kind." Hongri clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "The strength of your true qi and its demonic nature is even greater than that of the Demon Master's Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique, which has taken this old monk by surprise."

Hongxiu touched her knife with one hand and her chin with the other, looking distressed, and said, "Alas, why is your grandmaster, who is destined for greatness, not revered in the Snow Region, but instead sent here to die?"

"Hmph, what are you saying, Miss Hongxiu?" Before she could finish speaking, Hongri's eyes turned red.

Of course, it wasn't just him who turned red; everyone present, even the flowers, strange rocks, eaves, and the bright moon in the sky, all turned red.

Why did it become popular?

Because the candle flame is red!

"Clang!" The demonic blade was already drawn, but then Hongxiu suddenly appeared in the sky, with the blood moon behind her, like a halo of a celestial maiden.

brush!
In the blink of an eye, a gentle glint of light fell upon the neck of the red sun.

The Red Sun Dharma King felt a great sense of alarm and let out a long, mournful cry.

His body suddenly went from extreme stillness to extreme movement, and moved backward half an inch in a situation where it was impossible.

That mere half-inch saved him from having his head sent flying into the sky!

With a hiss, blood gushed out and the blood mist exploded.

The Red Sun Dharma King's face was pale, and a spurt of hot blood gushed from his neck. He fell sideways into the distance like a kite with a broken string.

But he didn't die. Instead, he grabbed the man's neck with his hand, turned into a streak of light, and rushed out of the mansion without looking back.

Its speed was so fast that it was in no way inferior to Li Chimei's.

"Wow, that's fast."

The woman in red sleeves surveyed the surroundings with an air of superiority, her expression remaining calm, inspiring awe and a sense of invincibility.

The girl gripped the blood-red blade, watching as the crimson light was rapidly absorbed into the blade's spine. Red Sleeves, her expression excited, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, looked up at the sky and murmured to herself:

"Such refined skill, but I can't let you escape."

His entire body flashed suddenly, transforming into a crimson breeze, vanishing from the spot like a ghost.

The courtyard was silent. As the little beggar left, the bloody light disappeared, and darkness descended.

The group exchanged glances, then looked at the injured, each feeling utterly helpless.

The Three Great Masters of the Frontier!

The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier!

This is the power of a grandmaster, this is a relatively invincible master!

The defenses of the Dual Cultivation Palace were as flimsy as paper when faced with the invasion of such a master, leaving them no room for resistance whatsoever!

In particular, the martial arts displayed by Ding'an, Hongxiu, Li Chimei, and Hongri Fawang were so impressive that one would not believe they were performed by humans unless they saw them with their own eyes.
Thinking of this, everyone suddenly realized that although they were strong, they were still far from being a match for Pang Ban.

So, Pang Ban
The fear that once gripped him so intense that he dared not even utter Pang Ban's name returned to his heart.

So strong, how can it be so strong?

Oh right, there's still the "flower demon" Nian Liandan who hasn't appeared yet. Now that the Sword Emperor and the One-Sword Immortal have both left, who can stop him?

What to do, what to do?
"Hey~?" Gu Zixian's eyes widened as she shouted, "Where's Sword God Ren?"

"Yeah, where did Ren Jianshen go?"

"I just saw him!"

Everyone quickly looked around, only to find that Ren Shaoyang had already left.

"Alright, stop looking." Li Ruohai's expression shifted, and a scene seemed to flash through his mind.

Ren Shaoyang walked leisurely, bathed in moonlight, with his hands behind his back, toward the backyard.

Several people were hiding in the backyard.

On the eaves, a middle-aged man carrying a sword stood, exuding an air of authority and mastery.

There was a foreign man with two veiled women, wearing a scholar's cap, who was very eye-catching.

There was a middle-aged man holding a strange weapon with a pole made up of a combination of a spearhead and a shovel, which was ten feet long.

There was also a tall man carrying a one-legged bronze figure, with eyes as big as bronze bells, and a deep, long scar on his left cheek that stretched diagonally from his left ear to the corner of his mouth, making him look extremely frightening.

All these thoughts surfaced in Li Ruohai's mind. Just then, he suddenly saw Ren Shaoyang standing in the courtyard, watching the flowers with his hands in his sleeves.

He seemed to sense something, turned around, and glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally, his expression seemingly reproachful.

This glance was like a sudden, icy shock, shattering the image in Li Ruohai's mind. He staggered back a few steps.

"Pretty face!"

Lie Zhenbei quickly stepped forward to support him and asked, "What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"

Li Ruohai frowned and said in a deep voice, "I saw it."

What did you see?

"There's an ambush in the backyard, an ambush on Shao Yang!"

"Huh?" Lie Zhenbei was taken aback and quickly asked, "Who, Nian Liandan?"

“It’s not just him!” Li Ruohai shook his head and said, “There’s also ‘Sword Demon’ Shi Zhongtian, his two concubines, ‘Spear and Shovel Double Flying’ Zhan Yu, and ‘Wandering Ten Thousand Miles’ Qiang Wangsheng!”

"Oh my God!"

Upon hearing this, Lie Zhenbei felt a chill run down his spine and exclaimed, "These people can go and kill Pang Ban, but Ren Jianshen is injured now, I have to go and help!" With that, he headed towards the backyard.

"No need!" Li Ruohai grabbed his arm, seemingly recalling Ren Shaoyang's reproachful gaze.

He knew that Ren Shaoyang was scolding him for using such spiritual magic before his injuries had healed, and it was also a declaration.

What is being declared?
He declared that he, the Sword God, could take on any of these so-called grandmasters and blacklisted experts!

(End of this chapter)