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

Chapter 295 Divine Sword Controlling Thunder (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Ren Shaoyang walked over, sword in hand.

A white robe flutters in the wind, with the wind howling and clouds obscuring the moon behind him.

When they reached three zhang in front of Grandmaster Shuiyue, dark clouds rolled and piled up, and a light rain began to fall at an angle.

Shuiyue Dazong held up his Japanese sword, pursed his lips, his eyes gleaming, his demeanor unwavering, and his posture as firm as a rock.

This man roamed Japan with unparalleled power. Ostensibly invited by Lan Yu to the capital to oppose Zhu Yuanzhang, he was actually hired by Shan Yuru, the leader of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, to deal with martial arts masters in the Central Plains, including Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun.

With the strength of the Water Moon Sect, they are absolutely qualified to challenge these two.

Furthermore, Shan Yuru promised Grandmaster Shuiyue that if he overthrew the Ming Dynasty, he would cede Goguryeo to Japan, which moved Grandmaster Shuiyue to accept the job.

But little did they know that after their first battle at the Ghost King's Mansion, they intended to take advantage of Li Chimei's decisive battle against Xu Ruowu to establish their reputation as a master of Japanese swordsmanship.

But unexpectedly, they encountered the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier" and even faced off against a generation of sword gods. In just one exchange, Ren Shaoyang slaughtered the four guards of "Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain".

His swordsmanship was superb, his temperament ruthless, and his aura powerful, all of which made Grandmaster Shuiyue tremble with fear. He also knew that the opponent's lightness skill was as fast as a flash of light, and that he had no way to escape.

Therefore, he could only force himself to focus his mind on swordsmanship and fight against this unprecedented and supreme enemy with all his might.

Ren Shaoyang pointed his sword and sneered, "Little devil, you spoke so eloquently just now. Why are you making such a sneaky move? Are you trying to slip away?"

Grandmaster Shuiyue's face turned pale, and he said coldly, "The art of war says, 'Prepare for the strong, avoid the powerful.' What's wrong with that?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Sharp-tongued, fine, I'll see you off. Go see your nephew by the well, whom you've never met before!"

This is a very malicious statement, implying that the relationships between men and women in Japan are so chaotic that children are born without knowing who their fathers are, and therefore, they are very casual when naming their children.

Therefore, they cursed Shuiyue for being born next to a well, and for being an unknown bastard.

Grandmaster Shuiyue immediately sensed it, his pupils turning bloodshot, a murderous aura flashing across his face, and he shouted fiercely, "You've gone too far!"

With a single step, his footwork shifted rapidly and unpredictably, his entire body moving in a graceful arc as he attacked from the side.

The Water Moon Blade transformed into a crescent moon of azure light, carrying an indestructible blade aura, and slashed horizontally across Ren Shaoyang's waist and abdomen.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, "Hit the nail on the head?" A flash of blue light appeared from his sleeve, and he darted out, his movements fluid and unpredictable, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, unleashing seven swords in the blink of an eye.

The sword strikes were perfectly aligned, clashing against the blade of the Water Moon Blade like needles against wheat awns, producing a series of clanging sounds like rain and bursts of fire like stars.

In that split second, the flashes of swords and spears seemed like thousands of fireflies, twinkling around the two of them.

when!
Another loud crash, swords clashed, generating a recoil that propelled the two men away, sending them flying back more than two zhang away.

Ren Shaoyang landed gracefully with one hand behind his back and a sword in hand. The candlelight cast a long, faint shadow.

Meanwhile, Grandmaster Shuiyue looked panicked and frantically slashed his sword as he landed, fearing he would be attacked.

"Ugh~!"

Looking at the seven notches on the blade, Shuiyue Dazong felt as if his chest was being torn apart, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ren Shaoyang!" Grandmaster Shuiyue gritted his teeth, his white teeth turning red. "I am from a prestigious family in Japan, a descendant of the gods! I am definitely not the bastard you claim!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I'm just a country bumpkin, who cares if you're a bastard from a prestigious family?" With a flick of his wrist, the sword light swirled and pierced Shuiyue's vital points on her chest.

This sword technique was extremely profound. Grandmaster Shuiyue recognized its power and immediately swung his sword. The sword light stretched and curved unpredictably, drawing countless arcs in an instant.

The clanging sounds continued, and Ren Shaoyang's exquisite sword moves were all neutralized by him.

Han Bai, who was watching from the sidelines, was secretly impressed: "This Japanese swordsman is amazing! Brother Shaoyang's 'Sword Leopard' was already breathtaking, but he was still able to defend against and neutralize it. There are so many heroes in the world, he is truly not to be underestimated!"

After sighing and lamenting for a while, he thought about how he had achieved success by simply following the path of "Sword Leopard," which also made top experts like the Water Moon Sect go all out.

If I were to master the complete "Kunlun Thirteen Swords", wouldn't I be able to take off?

Thinking of this, Han Bai couldn't help but grin foolishly.

At this moment, the Grand Master of Shuiyue shouted, "Damn it! How can you slander the honor of the Shuiyue family?" He immediately took a slash and aimed at Ren Shaoyang's arm.

Ren Shaoyang casually swung his sword, as smoothly as flowing water, and slashed down.

With a swift movement, the Water Moon Blade, halfway through its trajectory, suddenly traced a strange arc and stabbed towards his throat.

This move was unpredictable and terrifying. Even Han Bai, who was watching from afar, was so frightened that his heart clenched and he couldn't help but shout, "Brother Shaoyang!"

Hongxiu said calmly, "Don't make such a fuss, it makes the cripple seem like he's about to die."

Han Bai was taken aback by Hongxiu's words. He scratched his head and chuckled, "I'm worried about Brother Shaoyang!"

Hongxiu laughed and said, "Keep watching, the Japanese devils won't last long."

Seeing the incoming blade flash like lightning, Ren Shaoyang didn't block it. He just smiled slightly and took half a step forward as if nothing had happened.

Strangely enough, he casually took half a step forward, and the crisis was immediately resolved.

The Japanese sword of Mizuki Daisuke pierced about a foot in front of him, then dared not thrust it any further.

Just because Ren Shaoyang stepped into his empty side, the long sword passed by him, leaving him wide open.

Shuiyue Dazong was indeed a master swordsman. Although he lost the initiative, he still managed to twist his body and adjust his position, slashing his Japanese sword diagonally with a sound like rolling thunder, and was about to disembowel Ren Shaoyang.

This strike was a desperate attempt to survive, ruthless and vicious, leaving even Xu Ruowu, who was watching from the sidelines, in awe. Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Is this the end of your skill?"

He swayed his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the knife that would cut his abdomen, and with a flick of his wrist, a gleam of sword light scattered like a fleeting shadow.

Shuiyue was shocked. The previous strike was his signature move, but he never expected Ren Shaoyang to dodge it.

Seeing that he had lost the initiative, the sword energy was vast and boundless, like a raging torrent, sweeping over him.

Shuiyue Dazong roared and retreated more than ten feet in one breath. He wielded his Japanese sword to defend, but he still could not escape the sword's momentum.

Seeing the situation reverse, Ren Shaoyang turned around and launched a fierce attack. His sword light was fast, accurate and ruthless, causing Shuiyue to scream and retreat repeatedly. The sight was dazzling and almost made people breathless.

Suddenly the situation changed again. Shuiyue let out a strange cry, her Japanese sword flashed, and she forced back several swords. Then she turned over and knelt down, and Shuiyue's sword suddenly emerged from under her ribs.

This move, resembling a spear strike called "Returning Spear," is even more unpredictable and ruthless. Moreover, Ren Shaoyang is moving at high speed, making it even more difficult to defend against.

when!
The moment the swords clashed, the sword's momentum immediately weakened.

Grandmaster Shuiyue laughed heartily: "I have even more secret techniques for you to judge!" He rose and knelt on one knee, raising his sword to strike repeatedly.

It is indeed the "Iaijutsu"!
Swish, brush, brush~!

The flashes of blades were chaotic, and the energy of the blades soared into the sky, without end.

But Ren Shaoyang's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already at Ren Shaoyang's side. With a sharp shout, he slashed at Ren Shaoyang's wrist.

This sword strike was incredibly skillful and turned the tide of the battle once again.

Shuiyue Dazong immediately stopped laughing and had no choice but to withdraw his hand and raise his sword to block.

But at this moment, Ren Shaoyang's body disappeared again. When he reappeared quietly, he walked down from the sky with a calm and solemn demeanor, as if he were a god descending from heaven.

Holding a long sword high in one hand, the sword's cries, like the faint chanting of Brahma, soared from the four extremes to the eight wastelands, looking down with disdain!

Everyone was stunned by the towering divine sword, their mouths agape, and they took a step back.

"Heavenly Sword Collapses the Mountain!" Han Bai shouted excitedly instead of retreating.

Hooray!
As if the heavens were responding to Han Bai, the moment his words fell and his longsword slashed down, a dazzling bolt of lightning tore through the sky and gathered directly on the blade.

Suddenly, the Dragon Capture Blade flashed with dazzling lightning, a bluish-green light, swirling rapidly around the blade, the electric snakes crackling and hissing on the sword.

"Hey~!"

As the longsword struck, a long cry of a phoenix seemed to echo throughout the heavens and earth. The remaining lightning struck nearby, crackling and turning the bricks and stones black.

A flash of lightning struck down, followed by a sharp "hissing" sound.

The blade suddenly shattered, sparkling like countless stars, with half of the hilt still held in the hand of Grandmaster Shuiyue.

He paused slightly, looked down at the hilt of the sword, and then looked at the man in front of him who held the lightning and looked like a god or Buddha.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

Shuiyue Dazong praised him, but suddenly felt the scenery in front of him move inexplicably. He then fell to the ground from head to hip.

As everyone watched him being torn in two, no blood gushed from the wounds; instead, they were charred black, indicating that the lightning strike had completely charred his body.

Even if this sword doesn't kill, the Water Moon Sect will not survive!

Rumble!
In the sky, streaks of lightning rolled and appeared in the dark clouds, twisting and turning like fire snakes, traversing the sky and illuminating the figure of Ren Shaoyang standing with his sword.

After the thunder and lightning, strong winds arrived and white rain poured down.

Ren Shaoyang slowly sheathed his sword, his white robe fluttering, and the wind blew raindrops, thousands upon thousands of them hitting his body.

But he remained unmoved, his aura already at its peak!

"In the past, the legendary Eagle borrowed the power of heaven and earth to fight against Meng Chixing of the Demon Sect with his lightning-controlling blade." Ghost King Xu Ruowu said with excitement and a sigh, "Now it has been recreated by Sword God Ren. To witness this is truly a life well-lived!"

Hongxiu patted Han Bai on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Little Bai, do you know what a 'Sword God' is now?"

"I understand, Sister Hongxiu." Han Bai's voice was ethereal. "Absorb the energy of heaven and earth to form a righteous body. Until the heart is as vast as the void, the sword intent is boundless."

"This is the Sword God!"

Just as Ren Shaoyang brought down the heavenly lightning.

Outside Jinling City, a white-clad man carrying a long spear slowly walked over. Suddenly sensing something, he looked up in the direction of the Ghost King's Mansion.

A glint flashed in his eyes, which seemed to sparkle like starlight, and a genuine smile slowly appeared on his handsome, godlike face.

"You actually went this far!"

"Yes, he walks really fast."

A gentle voice rang out, and Lang Fanyun's tall figure slowly walked over, his smile sincere and beautiful.

"I never expected that Brother Li would break free from his cocoon and forge a path never before seen!"
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