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

Chapter 272 I'm sorry, I really want to hit someone right now.

This time, when faced with Xiao Feng's palm strike, Ren Shaoyang suddenly waved his hand, and the blade pointed directly at him.

Xiao Feng saw the blue light flash, and in an instant it grew to the size of a fist, with a heart-shaking cry, like a bolt of lightning that cleaved the sky, instantly piercing his face!

"Stillness reveals life, and mystery reveals wonder." Xiao Feng slightly shifted his body, dodging the incoming sword with the agility of Zhang Fei embroidering, and with a smile, he threw a backhand punch. "But that's not enough!"

His punch came incredibly fast, like a gust of wind.

Ren Shaoyang immediately felt a jolt in his hand and a chill on his head, then he fell backward, landing several feet away.

Before he could react, Xiao Feng snorted coldly, "Is that all?" He swept several feet away, unleashing a series of palm strikes with force that pressed down like a raging tide.

Ren Shaoyang retreated sharply, his feet feeling as if they were treading on ice and snow, and suddenly found himself several feet away.

During this time, he did not move his wrist or arm, but the sword flew out with a whoosh, turned sharply in mid-air and stabbed fiercely towards Xiao Feng's back.

Although Xiao Feng could not see how he drew his sword, he felt the sword wind coming from behind him, and more than ten acupoints felt like they were being pricked by needles. He shouted loudly, which sounded like a thunderclap in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, a natural reaction arose within his body, and he spun around, launching a counterattack with a whoosh.

Suddenly, a thunderous boom resounded, knocking the sword blade away.

With a cracking and booming sound, the palm strike caused the bamboo forest to collapse and bamboo leaves to fly everywhere.

Ren Shaoyang was struck by a powerful attack, and instantly the sword light flew down, cutting off half of a large bamboo forest with a crack.

"Brother Ren," Xiao Feng said earnestly, standing still and tapping his temple with his finger, "make your thoughts purer!"

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Isn't that enough?"

Xiao Feng seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled, "This requires practice. After all, who in the world trusts their first instinct so much?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and said, "Maybe there is."

Xiao Feng was taken aback: "There really is such a person?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Anyway, one of my seniors said that he 'can achieve oneness with nature without having to do it deliberately'!"

Xiao Feng said, "This kind of person is one in ten thousand. I didn't expect you to actually meet one. You're really lucky."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "My luck has improved a lot since I met him."

Xiao Feng glanced at him and said, "Brother Ren, remember your first instinct. Don't let the external demons influence you, and don't let your thoughts linger, or you'll be beaten badly by me."

Ren Shaoyang sighed and said, "Master Xiao, are you about to start beating me up properly?"

Xiao Feng laughed and said, "That's right! Or are you unwilling to agree?"

Ren Shaoyang said angrily, "Just don't slap me in the face!"

Xiao Feng said, "In a life-or-death struggle, one must stop at nothing." He made a move and flipped his hand.

Suddenly, a loud boom was heard, and the palm wind swept by like thunder.

Ren Shaoyang made a sword incantation with his hands, but still did not move.

Xiao Feng stared at him intently for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter, making the bamboo leaves flutter and the tiles of the pavilion seem to tremble.

Ren Shaoyang asked in surprise, "What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Feng said, "Not bad at all, you learn really fast!"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow slightly, and with a whoosh, three agile sword blades shot out ten feet or so, their blue flames flashing and their cold, sharp tips incredibly nimble. They attacked in various directions, as if dozens of swords were stabbing at him simultaneously, swift and fierce.

Xiao Feng's eyes flashed with divine light, like long spears and halberds. He shouted, "Beautiful!" and unleashed four palm strikes in quick succession, taking a step forward with each strike.

With these five steps, he was now face to face with Ren Shaoyang.

Xiao Feng shouted, "Still too slow!" He unleashed a palm strike, "I've seen the world two moves ahead of me, why are you so slow!"

Faced with the overwhelming divine palm, Ren Shaoyang was now without thought or fear.

The blade tilted slightly upwards and swung casually.

When Xiao Feng saw another sword blade emerge from his palm and stab at him crookedly, his expression changed, and he blocked it with his backhand.

The sword blade pierced his palm a few inches away before being forced to stop by the unparalleled true energy.

Ren Shaoyang stared into Xiao Feng's eyes, and with a swift movement, six or seven sword blades spun diagonally, aiming for his lower abdomen.

Xiao Feng frowned and casually slapped forward.

All the sword blades suddenly stopped midway. This single pause left Xiao Feng bewildered, and he abruptly withdrew his palms in surprise.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes lit up. With just this slight movement, Xiao Feng was able to discern the truth from the falsehood. With a flash of sword light, he thrust forward again.

"Look, you're overthinking it again!"

Suddenly, Xiao Feng sighed with regret. He flipped his left palm to catch all the sword blades, and then reached out with his right hand to strike at Xiao Feng's chest.

An immense and powerful force surged forth.

This startled Ren Shaoyang, who was in a strange state, and he felt as if his body had fallen into a raging torrent, unable to move even an inch.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Xiao Feng struck Ren Shaoyang squarely in the chest with a palm strike. The force of the blow sent Ren Shaoyang flying several feet, tumbling and rolling onto the roof of the pavilion.

Ren Shaoyang lay on the roof of the pavilion, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but he was extremely excited: "I found that feeling, I understand that feeling."

The various pains he suffered after being struck by the palm, coupled with the exhilaration of discovering a new realm, caused him to cough up blood again.

"Brother Ren, here you go."

Xiao Feng's voice came from beside him. He stood at the corner of the eaves and took out a porcelain bottle, which he threw over.

Ren Shaoyang casually caught it, uncorked it, and tilted his head back to drink. A sweet, floral-scented liquid flowed into his throat, instantly warming his chest, followed by a tingling, numb, and itchy sensation in his meridians, a mixture of flavors.

After a while, Ren Shaoyang suddenly jumped up, his energy was full, and his whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

"A miracle drug!" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed excitedly, performing a series of "divine punches." "One bottle is all it takes?"

"Haha!" Xiao Feng laughed heartily, "Brother Ren, the medicine is so effective, I'll have to use even more strength now."

"It's alright!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled. "If you really can't manage, just rub this miracle drug on your hands."

"Oh?" Xiao Feng asked in surprise, "What's the explanation for this?"

Ren Shaoyang put his hands on his hips and said, "We'll heal our wounds while we fight!"

"What a lazy brat!"

Xiao Feng laughed heartily, his laughter bold and unrestrained, and then unleashed another palm strike!
As the palm struck again, a flash of blue light appeared, and the sword flew like a flying sword, colliding with the palm force and producing a loud, thunderous explosion.

The pavilion creaked twice and suddenly broke off at waist height, along with its huge roof, which collapsed with a deafening roar.

But while still in mid-air, the sword suddenly flashed back, grabbing the half-ruined pavilion and dragging it down on Xiao Feng.

With a flick of his wrists, Xiao Feng shattered the dilapidated pavilion into countless fragments.

Amidst the thick dust, countless fine lines shot out, and suddenly blue flames swirled around Xiao Feng, accompanied by a whirlwind.

Xiao Feng laughed heartily: "That's right, that's right!" Before he finished speaking, hundreds of swords were thrust out in an instant, carrying sword threads with flame-like sword light.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Feng slightly opened his tiger-like eyes, let out another loud shout, and slammed out his palms.

This time, however, the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon arose, and thunder rumbled across the island, stirring up the white clouds in the sky and causing the surrounding waves to surge.

Ren Shaoyang felt an extremely powerful aura rush towards him, and his heart was instinctively startled. He was about to think to himself when, in the blink of an eye, he caught sight of Xiao Feng's tiger-like eyes glaring at him, like two cold bolts of lightning, containing a hint of reproach.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his sleeve, wrapping it around the incoming palm. The sword threads swirled and twisted, slashing towards Xiao Feng's neck.

This transformation was swift as a god, yet indescribably fluid and effortless.

Xiao Feng nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied. He suddenly took a step forward, made a fist with his right hand, and struck Ren Shaoyang in the abdomen.

boom!
Ren Shaoyang was sent flying by a punch, crashing into the bamboo forest and breaking bamboo along the way.

"Come on, let's continue!" Ren Shaoyang suddenly jumped up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted at Xiao Feng, "Watch my sword strike!"

The sword threads receded, and a figure appeared like smoke beside Xiao Feng. A sword strike, like a gentle breeze, aimed at Xiao Feng's throat.

Xiao Feng smiled slightly, his left palm slapped diagonally to knock the longsword away, and his right hand slammed straight down like a thousand streams bursting their banks, striking Ren Shaoyang's chest and abdomen.

"boom!"

Ren Shaoyang was sent flying backward once again, and finally couldn't hold back and vomited blood.

This time, Xiao Feng appeared in mid-air like a streak of light, and in his swiftness, he took out another porcelain bottle and poured it into Xiao Feng's mouth.

Ren Shaoyang fell to the ground with a thud, but then suddenly rolled over and got up, looking extremely bewildered.

"Holy crap, Master Xiao, you're terrifying!" Ren Shaoyang looked at the burly man standing with his hands behind his back and couldn't help but complain, "I felt like I had used all my strength, but I still couldn't fight back."

Xiao Feng laughed and said, "Brother Ren, think again about how to give up thinking." He paused, then continued, "If you can achieve enlightenment in a single thought, besides using it in swordsmanship, can't you also use it in lightness skills and movement techniques?"

Ren Shaoyang's expression changed, and he suddenly realized something. He lifted his right sleeve, and the sword light, as fine as silk, gently and softly stabbed towards him.

This sword strike was casual and aimless; it was simply a random act of drawing the sword.

Yet this unintentional act imbued the sword with a lofty image, as if it were a crane standing tall in the heavens, soaring straight to the clouds, truly conveying a sense of superiority and awe.

Xiao Feng smiled and thought to himself, "I can only see the world after one move. This little brother learns really fast." With that thought, he suddenly stopped moving his feet and hands, and like a phantom, he retreated more than ten feet.

Ren Shaoyang's sword missed its mark, so he naturally exerted force with his palm, and with a "whoosh," the blade grew more than ten feet long and thrust straight forward.

But then, a blue light flashed like lightning, shattering the area where Xiao Feng was located.

But Xiao Feng was nowhere to be seen, only a slow laugh drifting over: "No rush, no rush, I'm hungry, let's go eat first! If you're still not convinced, come back tomorrow."

Ren Shaoyang abruptly broke free from his "one thought is all it takes" state of mind, turned his head and saw Xiao Feng's majestic figure slowly turn around the mountain ridge and go on his way.

"Ugh!" Ren Shaoyang was in the middle of a fierce fight and had finally found his rhythm, but Xiao Feng just said he was done fighting and left without a word, which really made him furious.

Ren Shaoyang, hands on his hips, said angrily, "How infuriating! Humph, once I've improved further, I'll definitely make him look at me with new eyes!" He sat down on the ground, carefully savoring his insights, and slowly gesturing them. Suddenly, he felt his mind clear and his vision broadened.

Just then, his expression turned cold, and without turning his head, he shouted, "Old man, I'm in a bad mood right now, don't mess with me."

"Hmph!" A cold snort came from behind.

Ren Shaoyang stood up and turned around. Sure enough, he saw Murong Fu holding an iron gauntlet, standing a few feet behind him with a gloomy expression.

Murong Fu sneered, "Kid, how did it feel to get beaten up by that old scoundrel?"

Ren Shaoyang raised the corner of his mouth: "You're in great shape."

Murong Fu said, "Those who cultivate 'Mind Movement' are really stubborn."

Ren Shaoyang said, "If I can't beat Master Xiao, I can take it out on you."

"What?" Murong Fu frowned.

But Ren Shaoyang suddenly vanished in a flash.

Murong Fu immediately sensed something was wrong and shouted, "Despicable!" He raised his right palm, the wind from which carried poison, and slashed backward.

It is the "Void Purple" of the Tianshan lineage!
when!
The sword and the iron gauntlet clashed, sparks flying.

With a whoosh, a crack appeared in the ground, and a sword blade burst forth from the earth, piercing straight in, as if to skewer him like a candied hawthorn!

(End of this chapter)