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

Chapter 310 Ren Jianshen, you've got a knack for showing off!
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The force of the punch was intense.

Ren Shaoyang's figure materialized in mid-air, and he smiled slightly: "Since you have been consistent in your approach, then I, Ren, will 'fly into the shadows' in response!"

The white figure leaped into the air, and with a flick of his wrist, the longsword burst forth with a sharp light, its sword energy enveloping an area of ​​more than ten feet in radius.

The clanging of swords echoed continuously, reverberating throughout the entire Dongting Lake.

A sword blade, ten feet long, shot down through the air like a giant spear in the hand of a god, piercing straight towards Pang Ban. The attack was incredibly swift, its sword energy as dazzling as the frosty moon in the sky, illuminating the heavens and earth!
The blade and the fist clashed repeatedly in the blink of an eye, yet without making a sound.

The next moment, the dark clouds in the sky vanished without a trace at the point where the fist and sword clashed!

It was as if a cave leading to another dimension had been opened.

The apocalyptic scene of raging winds and torrential rain suddenly vanished.

The golden moonlight shone down again, and the world was clear and bright, as if it had just been a dream.

boom!
A bolt of lightning, like a golden spear, pierced through the clouds, as if splitting the heavens and earth.

Pang Ban's single eye flashed like lightning, and he wildly swung his hands, striking out fiercely.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes also shone brightly, his sword blade flicking and pressing, rising and falling with lightning speed.

The lightning in the sky flickered and disappeared, illuminating the two figures in an unpredictable manner, their forms appearing and disappearing in different places.

Only the clanging of fists and swords clashing echoed incessantly, like gongs and cymbals playing a frenzied melody.

The sound was magnificent and powerful, the waves surged and the ships several miles away were pushed aside.

Feng Xinglie heard a sound in the air, his blood and qi were boiling and about to burst forth.

Li Ruohai shouted, "Focus on your inner energy and protect your mind!"

Feng Xinglie immediately acted according to the law, his blood and qi instantly calmed down, and he became as immovable as a mountain. The loud noise mixed with thunder came again, but there was no further ripple.

"Master, thank you!" Feng Xinglie opened his eyes, still shaken.

Li Ruohai said calmly, "This is Ren Jianshen's 'Heavenly Melody,' and now that it's being 'played together' with Pang Ban, its power is boundless and vast like a galaxy. You possess the 'Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique,' the spiritual power of Yingyuan, and my method of using your physical body as internal energy. You have sufficient foundation, but you lack integration."

"Now that the opportunity is right in front of you, you must carefully comprehend it. If you can even grasp a trace of the essence of Ren Jianshen's 'Heavenly Music,' your future will be limitless!"

"Yes, Master!" Feng Xinglie nodded vigorously, looked around, and saw countless experts spitting blood, clutching their heads and falling off the ship.

He knew that such a battle was not something ordinary people could witness; even if they were thousands of miles away, they could still be killed by the aftershocks.

Now that I have a master to protect me, I can take the risk and truly obtain that sliver of opportunity!
Feng Xinglie immediately closed his eyes and began to comprehend the meaning.

On Lanjiang Island.

Two figures, shrouded in lightning, flashed and disappeared, leaping and chasing each other.

Suddenly, Pang Ban threw a punch that condensed and did not disperse, like a galaxy scattered and rolling continuously.

Ren Shaoyang praised, "Great!"

A dozen or so sword blades shot out from behind, seemingly curved and straight, unpredictable in their changes, yet carrying countless powerful and uncontrollable sword energies, like octopuses in the sea frantically unleashing their swords.

Pang Ban said helplessly, "Your divine sword is too cheating." He immediately threw a punch, and the accumulated power surged out. The ground was blasted into a large crater two zhang in diameter by the force of the punch, and mud and sand flew up, as if a heavy rain had fallen.

Ren Shaoyang's figure flickered and suddenly disappeared.

Pang Ban's expression changed, and he leaped into the air, flying towards the top of the cliff, running wildly sideways.

Just then, a spectacular sight appeared before everyone in the distance.

Suddenly, countless sword lights flashed out from behind Pang Ban, like shooting stars, thunderbolts, the sea crashing, the sky splitting, faint as mist, dancing like snowflakes, flying and leaping, chasing after him.

These blades came too fast, faster than thought!

Before Pang Ban could even blink, the chilling sword energy was already pressing straight against the back of his head!

At this moment, Pang Ban never expected that a person's sword could be drawn so quickly!

The speed of these sword flashes is not such that one "thinks" about striking first and then "strikes" the sword.

Instead, he "thought" about drawing his sword!
The only difference between the two is the absence of the word "again".

The former needs to be considered.

When facing an opponent, one should think about how to respond, how to deconstruct their moves, and how to devise a move that can kill them instantly.

Even the timing, climate, and skill level must be considered; there can be no mistakes whatsoever.

To be able to understand all of these things thoroughly is to be an absolute master.

However, such a master was no match for Pang Ban.

Because he wasn't fast enough, nor ruthless enough!
Therefore, when Ren Shaoyang used his supernatural ability of "one thought to finish" to draw his sword...

All changes are useless, all moves are useless, all dodges are useless!

How can a person's speed outpace their thinking?

No matter how exquisite your moves are, how can they be more dazzling than the spark of a single thought?
Ta-da!

In an instant, Pang Ban was pierced by a hundred swords!

He was frozen in mid-air, whipped, stabbed, and slashed by the streaks and wisps of sword light, his body convulsing and limbs outstretched. In an instant, countless sparks rose from his body!

Stone chips were scattered like snowflakes, and in an instant, the entire cliff was shrouded in dust.

Only the flickering flames and the clanging of swords could be faintly seen!

What incredible swordsmanship!
What kind of martial arts is this?
Some of the heroes on the ship watched with great excitement, some with tears in their eyes, and some occasionally threw punches and kicks, analyzing the changes in both sides and judging their gains and losses.

But more often than not, they were dazzled and horrified, their mouths agape, utterly bewildered by the world around them.

"Sister Hongxiu, did Brother Shaoyang win?!" Han Bai cheered loudly.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Aside from the two currently fighting, Ren Hongxiu possesses the highest martial arts skills and the most insightful knowledge. Now that Han Bai has asked the question, the onlookers all turn their heads, eager to know the outcome.

Hongxiu glanced at him and smiled, "It's still early!"

"Huh? Pang Ban isn't dead yet?"

"What's so special about this?" Hongxiu smiled slightly and said, "Just now, Old Ghost Pang took advantage of Shao Yang's unfamiliarity with his martial arts and punched him. Now Shao Yang used his supernatural powers to stab him a hundred times. To put it bluntly, it was all a sneak attack that gave him the advantage."

"This is just taking advantage?" Han Bai's face twisted in disgust. "A normal person would be turned into mincemeat if they took that kind of damage!"

Ding An laughed and said, "Those two are not human!"

Hongxiu said, "Next comes the real battle of raw power, the moment when we exchange our insights into the universe!"

Earth and stones fell down one after another, and under the golden moonlight, the world slowly became clear. Everyone suddenly fell silent, staring intently at the scene.

A metallic scraping sound slowly came from behind, and Ren Shaoyang slowly retracted the blade.

On the opposite cliff, Pang Ban was embedded in the rock face, blood trickling from his mouth, his clothes reduced to ashes. His bare chest was covered in sword wounds and blood, a truly pitiful sight.

But the magician's expression remained cold and stern. He pushed himself up with both hands, and with a whoosh, he was pulled out of the pit and slowly landed on the ground.

Ren Shaoyang stood opposite him, dressed in white, so pure that he seemed untouched by the dust of the world.

"Old ghost Pang, how does this sword strike compare to your 'Watch Out Punch'?"

Pang Ban's single eye flashed like lightning, clashing with Ren Shaoyang's calm gaze in the void. Their gazes were so intense that they created barely perceptible ripples in the air.

The dark clouds rolled and gathered again, shrouding the world in darkness once more.

The interaction between heaven and man brings forth winds and clouds.

Pang Ban chuckled coldly and said, "Interesting, how fun!" He took a step forward, and all his wounds had healed. Then, his aura suddenly surged, and the leaves around him danced wildly as if caught in a sudden gust of wind.

"Still not convinced?" Ren Shaoyang remained calm.

Just as Pang Ban was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly turned around to look. He saw the cliff suddenly shake, with rocks and mud rushing down.

At this moment, the crowd in the distance cried out in alarm, pointing at the cliff with expressions of horror.

Pang Ban waved his hand to brush away the rocks and mud, and looked up.

A line of large characters was carved above: "The White-Robed Swordsman slew Pang Ban here!"

A line of seven large characters, the calligraphy flowing and unrestrained, seemingly ready to take flight.

It turns out that when Ren Shaoyang drew his sword just now, he was leisurely carving words on the mountain wall. These seven large characters were carved into the wall by several inches, and the neat handwriting was no less than that of a famous calligrapher.

His skill was so profound and his swordsmanship so divine that it was truly unbelievable.

In particular, the vibration of the large characters caused the mud and sand to fall, which made the large characters appear, further highlighting Ren Shaoyang's extraordinary power.

The onlookers were shocked by the unparalleled sharpness of the "Divine Sword Capturing the Dragon," and even more shocked by his audacity in carving words on the stone wall, stating that he had killed Pang Ban here!

He was speechless for a moment, just staring blankly at the mountain wall.

Pang Ban slowly turned around, and a genuine smile suddenly appeared on his cold face: "Sword God Ren, you've got something!"

Ren Shaoyang also laughed loudly and said, "Pang Ban, our fate is dissolved today."

Pang Ban's complexion had returned to normal, and he asked, "What is meant by fate?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "There are only two things in the world: cause and condition."

"cause?"

Pang Ban stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky with one eye. At this moment, the dark clouds had dispersed, and the moonlight was bright. He couldn't help but think of the woman who had cheated on him.

No, it should be that he deliberately let her be the woman who cheated on him.

Jin Bingyun.

Ren Shaoyang continued, “When a cause arises, conditions arise, phenomena gather, and things come together; when conditions cease, causes arise, phenomena disperse, and things separate; this is always the case.”

Pang Ban laughed and said, "The reason why I, Pang Ban, and Ren Jianshen are gathered here today is due to fate."

“Yes,” Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, “Fate is something that cannot be discussed in terms of human power or human nature.”

(End of this chapter)