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

Chapter 266 The Romantic Era of the Flower-Among-the-Flowers School is Over

Nian Liandan and Shi Zhongtian were furious, enraged, and filled with deep hatred!

The former was constantly led by the nose by Ren Shaoyang, resulting in major errors in decision-making.

The latter was heartbroken because his precious sword had been destroyed.

Both men were determined to kill Ren Shaoyang, so they used all their strength.

But as Nian Liandan unleashed his heavy sword, within a single breath, the hundred-pound iron sword underwent several extremely different transformations.

Suddenly it felt as heavy as a ten-thousand-pound iron, and then as light as a feather carried by the wind, making it impossible for anyone to grasp the changes in the power of the heavy sword.

Shi Zhongtian drew his sword, which was ancient and simple, but it moved left and right, heading straight for Ren Shaoyang's "Yingchuang acupoint"!
At this moment, the two masters exerted their full strength to lock Ren Shaoyang down, determined to kill him with a single sword strike!
Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted, "Well done!" His body suddenly blurred.

The two men were startled. They had clearly seen him there, but in the blink of an eye, he had suddenly appeared elsewhere. As a result, their swords missed their mark, and their attacks were fruitless.

Ren Shaoyang seemed not to be made of flesh and blood at all, but rather an ethereal ghost. With a slight twist, he moved like a streak of light and shadow, instantly breaking away from the battle. He stood at a distance, sword in hand, his expression indifferent.

If it weren't for the wrong location, it would appear as if it had never been moved.

"Drink!"

Two exotic cries, filled with intense allure, rang out, and two concubines came charging forward with swords.

Ren Shaoyang tilted his head and glanced sideways. Their eyes met, and one of the concubines sneered, "To die beneath the peony blossoms is to die a ghost in the wind."

Ren Shaoyang moved as if he hadn't moved at all, and his sword flashed out like a wisp of smoke.

The two women froze, and with two soft "thuds," their beautiful heads fell to the ground, spraying blood everywhere.

"Consort Hua!"

Nian Liandan had a deep and abiding affection for these two women. Seeing them being beheaded by Ren Shaoyang, she was filled with rage and charged forward with a roar, becoming one with her sword.

"when!"

Ren Shaoyang blocked with his hand, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently, "I'll deal with you later."

Then Ren Jianshen transformed into white light, like a swimming dragon, like a startled swan, and suddenly disappeared.

"Not good!" Shi Zhongtian shouted, "Scatter!"

But it was too late.

The men in black only felt a flash of sword light, a gust of wind rushing towards them, followed by blood splattering everywhere and limbs flying off.

Screams rang out one after another. Some people clutched their chests and fell to the ground, some clutched their necks and fell to the ground, some were stabbed between the eyebrows, and some had their limbs chopped off and stomped to death.

In the instant the sword flashed, the heads of the men in black rolled off, death piled up, and limbs, blood, and filth flew like waves.

Amidst the blood-red mist, the white-robed figure stood tall in the moonlight, pointing his sword and calmly saying, "It's your turn."

"Ah~!" Nian Liandan roared and cried out in grief, "Ren Shaoyang, you actually killed my Consort Hua! I will tear you to pieces and vent my hatred!"

Suddenly, he leaped up, transforming into a streak of black light, like a serpentine flying through the air, riding his sword as he swept across.

Without the slightest delay, Shi Zhongtian unleashed millions of points of light from his longsword.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his sword with his fingers and said loudly, "So what if I'm injured? How can I show my unparalleled heroism if I don't kill you both on the spot?"

He took a step forward, flicked his longsword, and the sword light shone brightly, a ball of blue light sweeping straight towards the two of them.

With a few clanging sounds, Ren Shaoyang first deflected Nian Liandan's heavy sword, then dodged Shi Zhongtian's incoming sword by sidestepping, drew a short arc, and thrust back.

When Shi Zhongtian saw the sword coming at him, he felt a pain between his brows and couldn't help but shout, "What a strange and unpredictable sword style!" He quickly parried with his sword and then thrust his sword several times in quick succession.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "This is called 'Sword Evil'!" As he spoke, a sharp aura surged from his body, as powerful as a raging tide, overflowing in all directions.

With a backhand slash, he thrust out another sword, crooked and erratic, aiming at Nian Liandan. Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, "Behold the 'Sword Whirlwind'!"

Seeing that his sword strike was full of heroic spirit and extremely powerful, making a "whooshing" sound as it came, and that the timing and direction were perfectly controlled, Nian Liandan knew that if she changed her stance, her lower abdomen would be exposed, forcing her to withdraw her sword to block and abandon her attack.

Under the moonlight in the garden, the three swords flashed, exchanging more than a dozen blows in quick succession.

Nian Liandan is an unparalleled master from beyond the realm, and Shi Zhongtian is a renowned swordsman who has been famous in the martial arts world for over forty years. The mere fact that these two joined forces to fight an enemy is enough to leave the martial arts world speechless.

Now that the two of them are attacking Ren Shaoyang from both sides, Nian Liandan's heavy sword is even more delicate than the autumn wind and drizzle, and the chilling atmosphere of autumn is also condensed in it.

Such a skill of handling heavy tasks with ease is the same as Ding'an's "light and heavy swordsmanship," and in terms of complexity and ingenuity, it is even superior.

Shi Zhongtian's sword intent was even purer, thrusting upwards and parrying downwards, like a flying dragon in the sky, with the momentum of crossing the great river and rushing in.

Logically speaking, anyone in the world would find it extremely difficult to gain an advantage when faced with such an overwhelming attack from these two.

Even masters like Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun don't engage in prolonged battles; they mostly rely on unparalleled divine skills combined with mental and secret techniques to quickly defeat their enemies.

Even if they could defeat them, it would be difficult for them to kill these two.

However, Ren Shaoyang is different.

He was the greatest swordsman in the world, so when faced with two great swordsmen, he insisted on breaking through their swordsmanship and even killed them with his own hands!
Ren Shaoyang drew his sword with overwhelming force. The dragon-capturing sword weighed 140 jin (approximately 60 kg), and as he swung it, the sword light shone like stars, accompanied by a strange whistling sound.

Clang! Sparks flew, and sword energy soared like a rainbow.

At this moment, every sword strike by Ren Shaoyang was different, and the sword techniques of the "Thirteen Swords of Kunlun" were displayed in turn. Some were profound and subtle, some were magnificent and unrestrained, some were free and easy, and some were clear and lofty.

When used with great skill, various sword intents merge into one, flowing freely and often appearing simple yet profound, containing a rich and harmonious meaning.

Sometimes it twists and turns, sometimes it takes an unconventional approach, and sometimes it changes three times in a row, revealing the deepest secrets.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang's movements were not like drawing a sword, but rather like a great poet composing poetry after getting drunk, his casual strokes conveying profound meaning. No matter how Nian Liandan and the other attacked, he was able to handle it with ease.

Nian and Shi changed several sword techniques, but Ren Shaoyang countered them all. Their frustration was palpable, as they felt that although their opponent was strong, his strength was limited.

He was always just a little bit higher than me, as if I could reach him on tiptoe and kill him with my own hands.

But this line is like an insurmountable chasm, seemingly close at hand yet actually far away.

They kept drawing their swords, but they couldn't help but wonder, "Is he injured? He can't use many of his signature moves, but his swordsmanship is so exquisite that we can't even begin to compare!"

With that thought in mind, his movements suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

Ren Shaoyang saw right through their thoughts. He smiled slightly, and with a slight tremor of his longsword, he instantly pierced various parts of their bodies. The sword strikes seemed to be empty yet solid, with an indescribable elegance and grace.

Nian Liandan and Shi Zhongtian felt a chill run down their spines.

They were quick-witted; the moment they stopped, they immediately raised their swords, but it was already a beat too late.

Ren Shaoyang moved like a wisp of smoke, appearing and disappearing in an instant. Two sword lights swept past his body, as if striking an illusory phantom.

Shi Zhongtian felt a chill run down his spine as the fear of death gripped him. He quickly leaned back, crying out, "Sect Leader Nian, save me!"

He had only uttered half of the shout when the white-robed figure leaped up, his wrist flicked, and he slashed twice with his sword.

A flash of sword light, the man flew and the sword broke; with another swing, the man's head rolled off.

Just as Ren Shaoyang turned to block Nian Liandan's heavy sword, Shi Zhongtian's headless corpse let out a "hiss" sound, spitting out hot blood that was dozens of feet long, sending his head soaring into the sky.

Nian Liandan's mind went blank, and she felt as if her soul had been scattered. When she looked up, she saw Ren Shaoyang pointing his sword at the sky, his eyes as cold as ice thorns.

"You," Nian Liandan blurted out, utterly astonished.

An eerie silence descended upon them, and the moonlight bathed the two of them, making them appear as pale as snow.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the heavy sword in his hand and said calmly, "Your sword is not bad. You can keep it to provide materials for Ding'an."

Nian Liandan's heart sank. She flipped her wrist, and the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword moved with the speed of thunder. Combined with her swift movements, it was not only invisible to the naked eye, but also carried the unique allure of the Demonic Sect. Her figure transformed into thousands of layers, each of which could change from real to fake and from fake to real.

Ren Shaoyang remained indifferent, holding his sword straight up to the sky.

"A thousand variations, a mixture of all, impure and chaotic! How can it withstand the might of Ren's 'Heavenly Sword'?"

With a sharp shout, the Dragon-Capturing Blade flashed blue light in front of Ren Shaoyang and suddenly slashed towards Nian Liandan.

This sword strike, delivered from a high vantage point, possessed the power to cleave the wind and sever the sea; the sound of the wind was like a lament, as if a thunderclap had risen in mid-air.

Before the sword even arrived, the surging energy caused Nian Liandan's internal organs to churn and blood to rush to his mouth and nose.

He had never seen such a terrifying sword aura, and was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. But now that things had come to this, he could not afford to fail. He glared and gritted his teeth, using all his strength to wield the heavy sword in his hand and try his best to get closer to the opponent's throat.

As the saying goes, when two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave shall prevail. The "Heavenly Sword Collapses the Mountain" brought down with immense force, and with a crisp clang, the Xuan Tie Sword opened a hole, and the Divine Sword Captures the Dragon embedded itself in the tip of the sword!

This heavy sword made of black iron was five or six feet long and weighed 380 jin. Nian Liandan wielded it and roamed the Western Regions, breaking through everything in its path. Who would have thought that Ren Shaoyang would destroy it right before his eyes, leaving him stunned.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Brother Nian, today is your death anniversary!" A surge of powerful force rose up, and the long sword slashed downwards.

With a "rip" sound, the Dragon-Capturing Sword was sent forward along the spine of the sword, and the Xuan Tie Sword was instantly split in two.

Seeing the dragon-capturing blade's sharpness, it rapidly approached.

Nian Liandan's mind went blank, and her movements became unpredictable.

Taking advantage of the opening, Ren Shaoyang struck with a flash of sword light, and blood splattered from Nian Liandan's left chest. She screamed and staggered backward.

Ren Shaoyang followed up with a kick, striking him in the abdomen.

Nian Liandan fell to the ground, spitting blood. Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and stomped on his chest, causing him to scream loudly, "Ah, ah, ah!" He let out a few hoarse cries: "Sword God Ren, Grandpa Ren! Please, please spare me! Whatever you want me to do, I, I will do it!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Ren Shaoyang lowered his eyes, looked at the wrinkled, gray-haired grandmaster of the Demonic Sect, and laughed loudly, "You dare to challenge me?"

With a stomp of his foot, the force pressed down with overwhelming force.

Then, a snapping sound was heard.

The "flower demon" Nian Liandan, whom the Dual Cultivation Clan hated with a passion but also feared, ultimately died with all her bones and muscles shattered.

Ren Shaoyang stared at the corpse, shook his head and sighed, "The Flower Sect of the Demonic Path has lost its former glory."

(End of this chapter)