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

Chapter 288 A coincidence
Talented people emerge in every generation, each leading the way for five hundred years.

Before, there was the struggle between three unparalleled masters of the late Song Dynasty: Grandmaster Chuan Ying, Phagpa, and Meng Chixing. Afterwards, Pang Ban emerged out of nowhere, killing the then number one master in the world, Master Juejie, and establishing an invincible reputation for sixty years.

Now, things have changed, and the drama in the martial arts world has shifted, with the "White-Clad Sword God" and the "Rain-Covering Sword" now fighting against the Demon Master.

Unlike his predecessors, Ren Jianshen was not fighting alone; he had two equally skilled assistants.

Ren Hongxiu, the "One-Knife Immortal".

"Knife King" Li Ding'an.

Although these two were not as famous as Ren Shaoyang, they were still renowned in the martial arts world and were considered to be the strongest people after Pang Ban, Lang Fanyun, and Ren Jianshen.

Li Ding'an, through his numerous battles with Li Chimei, was hailed by martial arts enthusiasts as "the blade leaves only embers, the remaining flames go unreturned," and was renowned as the master of the sword.

On the long street, under the bright moon, Ding An swung his sword down, and suddenly flames swept up, aided by a gale, creating a towering wave of fire, three zhang high, that rushed straight towards Quan Yilang.

Izumi Ichiro shouted, "Illusionary Blade Twelve-Stage Technique!" The Japanese sword transformed into dazzling lightning and pierced into the flames.

The sword energy and glint of light suddenly vanished.

A gentle breeze blew along the long street, and everything seemed to stand still.

All the lights within a radius of ten zhang were turned off at once.

With a loud "clang," the world was bright again, and the flames burst apart.

Izumi Ichiro raised his long sword high, assuming a high stance, and stood still, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

Ding An carried a thick-backed knife on his shoulder, held his hand across his chest, and a white mark appeared on his arm. He lowered his head and breathed on it, and the white mark disappeared without a trace.

With a cold and stern expression, Izumi Ichiro said, "There is an old Chinese saying, 'Arrogance should be corrected with humility, and recklessness should be corrected with caution.' Izumi Ichiro apologizes for his arrogance just now!"

Ding An shouted, "No need to apologize. In my eyes, you're already a dead man!" He pointed his thick-backed sword diagonally at the sky, and raging flames surged out along with the sword's momentum.

The white donkey let out a "thud," seemingly sensing the sharp killing intent, and brayed softly as it slowly retreated.

Izumi Ichiro's thin lips were tightly pursed. Suddenly, he roared and charged forward with his sword. His steps were strange, and he instantly closed in on him. His katana transformed into a sharp light and slashed straight at Ding An's forehead.

Ding An roared, "So you really are used to petty theft!" He swung his knife diagonally with a backhand motion, accompanied by a piercing whistle, towards him.

This strike was incredibly powerful, with flames engulfing the area within three zhang of the body, like Mount Tai pressing down, exploding with immense force.

"Crack!"

The Japanese sword snapped in two, followed by a burst of flames. Izumi Ichiro's eyes bulged out, and his body split into two pieces, exploding and burning incessantly.

Ding An watched as the Japanese soldier was dismembered and burned to ashes, feeling immense satisfaction. He was just about to say something when he saw the Japanese soldier being dismembered and burned to ashes.

Suddenly, the half-baked Taoist priest shouted loudly, "Ding'an, stop pretending, you son of a bitch! These people are here to steal the gold!"

Ding An was struck dumb, and the momentum he had built up instantly dissipated. He quickly turned to look.

They saw Shan Yuru and Yang Leng attacking Hongxiu, while Jie Fu and Du Mu rushed towards Xiao Ban Daoren.

Behind this fat Taoist priest was, of course, a cart full of "Emperor Yuan's Relics".

Faced with the sudden attack from the two, Xiao Ban Dao Ren was attacked from both sides in an instant. He drew his long sword and blocked left and right, but these two were old demons who had been around for many years. No matter how high his martial arts were, he could not escape the attack of the two masters working together.

"Ding'an, help!"

The little Taoist priest shouted loudly, his chubby figure darting back and forth.

With a clang, sparks flew as the eagle blade swept horizontally toward Jie Fu's throat.

Knowing that this person's swordsmanship was fierce, Jie Fu immediately shrank back, suddenly thrusting out both palms and rushing towards Ding An.

With one less major enemy, the Taoist priest felt much less pressure. He swiftly swung his sword a few times and, like a leaf in the wind, drifted away.

Du Mu, wielding his double halberds, roared loudly and unleashed a series of fierce attacks, engaging the fat Taoist in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

The four of them moved like a revolving lantern, their fists flying like thunder, their knives cleaving through flames, their halberds striking like lightning, their swords raining down like a storm, causing the entire street to change drastically, and for a time it was difficult to determine who would win or lose.

On the little beggar's side, her figure was seen flitting about, flying swiftly like a butterfly flitting among flowers, moving between the steel mace of Shan Yuru and Yangling.

The moonlight in the sky gradually dimmed, its flickering shadow seemingly changing with the red sleeves.

Inch by inch, little by little, slowly, gradually, it turned blood red.

It turned into a blood moon.

Yang Leng swung his steel mace repeatedly into the air, which enraged him so much that he roared incessantly. A flash of light appeared, and with a series of thuds, the ground was dented where the steel mace struck.

At the same time, Shan Yuru laughed sweetly: "Little sister, come down and let your older sister get to know you better!" With a wave of her hand, an extremely cold energy emanated, followed by a buzzing sound.

Two jade rings flew out of her sleeve and whistled as they crashed towards Hongxiu.

Hongxiu's figure swayed, and she suddenly appeared, smiling calmly: "Alright!"

next moment!
With a loud clang, the sky and earth turned crimson!

A brilliant streak of crimson light flashed through the air, splattering blood everywhere. Yang Leng's steel mace silently split in two, blood gushing from his throat. His body, having lost its life support, collapsed limply to the ground.

With a successful strike, Hongxiu chuckled, "Here's a lucky draw!" But then the blood on the "candle flower red" disappeared, the little beggar's eyes suddenly turned red, and his aura rose up like a demon.

A series of bloody flashes followed, the demonic blade resembling a streak of blood, its edge relentlessly cutting through a strange arc as it fell towards the jade ring.

With a clang, metal clashed. Dan Yuru was filled with panic when she saw a half-inch deep cut on the jade ring in her hand. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she shouted, "You dare to damage my weapon!" She immediately used a secret technique, and the jade ring in her hand changed, somehow fitting onto the edge of the demonic blade.

Hongxiu saw that the Demon Blade had been caught by Shan Yuru's mysterious ring technique. The blade struck the inner circle of the jade ring more than ten times, and the blade's power was completely dissipated, leaving no force behind.

She was somewhat surprised and exclaimed, "That old hag really has some tricks up her sleeve!" She immediately grabbed the knife with both hands and pulled it back forcefully.

Seeing that she was actually holding the knife with both hands, Shan Yuru thought she had lost her mind and sneered, "Today is your death day!" She then swung her left sleeve at her face.

Faced with the earth-shattering flick of his sleeve, the little beggar ignored it all, still puffing out his cheeks and gritting his teeth as he tried to pull back the demonic blade.

The clanging sounds continued, and sparks flew from Hongxiu's head!

The flames stung Shan Yuru's eyes, and she couldn't help but turn her head away.

Despite being beaten and her hair being disheveled, with her long, black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, Hongxiu was completely unharmed!
"Indestructible Vajra Body!" Shan Yuru was extremely shocked and couldn't help but shout.

"Heh!" Hongxiu grinned, revealing her gleaming white teeth. "Old hag, it's my turn!" She suddenly sprang up and threw a punch.

With her jade ring clamped around the demonic blade, Shan Yuru had no way to dodge and could only meet the incoming small fist with a palm strike.

In the instant they met, the seventy-year-old supreme master of the demonic sect underwent a dramatic change in expression.

Is that a fist?

This is Thunderfire!

The moment this exaggerated thought arose, a burst of lightning-like, fiery fist energy surged into the Laogong acupoint.

Shan Yuru felt her hand-queyin pericardium meridian suddenly torn apart, and then it broke through the Quze acupoint and destroyed the Tianchi acupoint like a devastating force!

"Pfft~!"

Dan Yuru coughed up blood, his energy dissipated and his power vanished, and his body flew backward like a drifting leaf.

The jade ring that had been restraining the demonic blade shattered suddenly upon impact, and Shan Yuru tumbled and rolled violently toward the distance after landing.

Just then, Shan Yuru suddenly moved, bit her tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and her body suddenly accelerated, shooting out like lightning into the distance.

"Ren Hongxiu, you wait, I will be back!"

Dan Yuru's shrill, ghostly voice echoed throughout the entire city of Jinling, frightening countless young men into wetting their beds at night.

Hongxiu frowned, but didn't seem to care about her: "That old hag is practically oozing death energy, yet she still managed to escape." Then she thought, "It seems this person has a different destiny."

"Alas, what a pity about her pure blood and internal energy. If I could plunder it, I could have mastered the 'Heartbreak Knife'."

Hongxiu tapped her head with the hilt of her knife, making a clanging sound, then licked her lips as the redness in her eyes slowly faded.

She looked to the other side and saw that Jie Fu and Du Mu were using the jade Buddha and golden horse on the donkey cart as hostages to confront and attack Ding An and Xiao Ban Dao Ren.

The four were afraid of destroying the treasure, and they also wanted to kill each other, so they could only use four or five tenths of their strength.

They continued to hurl insults at each other, displaying their full power in the art of traditional Chinese culture.

Hongxiu flew into a rage: "Damn it, that's my money!"

Holding a knife and cursing incessantly, he ran over and joined the battle.
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Dan Yuru fled frantically, heading straight for the banks of the Qinhuai River.

The technique she used to escape was called "Heavenly Demon Escape Technique," a secret method that sacrifices ten years of lifespan for extremely fast escape.

When this secret technique is used, one can only run in a straight line without stopping in the middle, otherwise one's blood and qi will reverse and one will die on the spot.

However, after use, the person's essence and blood are greatly depleted, making them feel worse than dead. It is a life-saving secret technique that people in the Demonic Sect would never use lightly unless it was a critical moment of life or death.

"Boom!"

Shan Yuru fell onto a painted boat, startling the beautiful woman inside who gasped in surprise.

"Ship the boat now! Or I'll kill you!"

At this moment, Shan Yuru's face was aged, his hair was gray, and he looked like a fierce ghost, as he hissed.

The woman seemed stunned, staring blankly at her without saying a word.

Enraged, Shan Yuru forced herself to sit up, rolling her eyes at her: "You slut, you don't know what's good for you! I'll torture you in the most exhilarating way in the world!" She paused, then smiled maliciously, "Just like when I killed Ji Xixi back then!"

"Xixi, did you kill her?"

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from the cabin, and then a tall, handsome man with a lewd air came out.

Shan Yuru looked at him with surprise and said, "Xue Mingyu, when did you, you lecherous scoundrel, start caring about Ji Xixi's death?"

The "Xue Mingyu" she spoke of, nicknamed "Handsome Gentleman," was the most notorious lecher in the land. Why would a lecherous man not be interested in raping the beauties of the capital, but instead care about a woman who had been dead for many years? How strange!

"Xue Mingyu?"

Xue Mingyu gave a desolate laugh, his expression a mixture of sorrow and exhilaration, his tone extremely complex: "Heaven have mercy, you actually fell into my hands!"

Suddenly, he shouted, "Shan Yuru, look again at who I am?!" He reached up and wiped his face, tearing off the human skin mask.
Then a notoriously ugly face appeared, with a pair of dim, yellowish eyes staring at her as if spitting fire.

Dan Yuru's breath hitched, her heart felt like it was trapped in a nightmare, fear and trembling made it hard for her to breathe, and she couldn't help but scream.

"Waves, waves overturn clouds!"

(End of this chapter)