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

Chapter 332 A Passing Sword God
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A white figure slowly emerged from the peaks outside Yanmen Pass.

It was the dead of winter, and the snow covered the towering mountains, making the scenery both beautiful and majestic.

Looking down, Ren Shaoyang saw a majestic pass standing below, its terrain treacherous, guarding the pass from the desert plains and defending the interior, its walls formidable.

In the distance, long, steep slopes stretch endlessly, with desolate forests and a bleak landscape.

At this time, the wind and snow intensified, blurring people's vision. The howling wind roared like a bull, and snowflakes as large as a child's palm swept across the cheeks, causing a slight stinging sensation.

Ren Shaoyang looked up and saw thick, inky clouds hanging down towards the earth.

At this moment, the wind howled even more fiercely, the snow fell even more densely, and the sky and the ground were indistinct and chaotic.

Ren Shaoyang looked up at the sky, hands behind his back, and recited:

"The Candle Dragon dwells in the cold gate, its light shining as bright as dawn. Why can't the sun and moon reach this place? Only the north wind howls angrily from the heavens."

"got windy."

His eyes flashed with brilliance as he said calmly, "Even Heaven cannot bear to see Hero Xiao perish?"

Suddenly, a huge shout of battle came from afar.

But then a bugle sounded, and a large flag burst forth from the wind and snow, fluttering in the wind. On it, white background with red characters, was written a large "燕" (Yan).

Behind the banner followed countless Liao soldiers, their swords flashing, spears clashing, and horses' hooves thundering through the snow.

It was truly a thunderous and earth-shattering event, enough to make even ghosts and gods flee in terror!

Then a furious shout rang out, and the martial arts heroes outside Yanmen Pass rushed out with three figures.

The leader was a burly man with a weathered face, thick, slanted eyebrows, and wide-open, fierce eyes. He bore a striking resemblance to the elderly Xiao Feng of Lonely Cloud Island.

He took the lead, followed by a young man in blue robes and a round-headed little monk.

These three are the three brothers Xiao Feng, Duan Yu, and Xu Zhu in this world!

As they ran wildly, they shouted loudly and suddenly unleashed Dragon Subduing Palm, Six Meridian Divine Sword, and Tianshan Six Yang Palm.

"Boom!"

The palm strikes and sword energy spread over three hundred paces, exploding within the Liao army's camp.

Screams erupted as men and horses fell dead. The Liao army was thrown into disarray, partly because they hadn't expected the three men to be able to perform such a feat from such a distance.

In an instant, many were killed or wounded, and the survivors retreated with a bang, disrupting the formation behind them.

The three brothers laughed loudly, running and swinging their swords as they went. Before they even got close to the enemy, they had already released countless bursts of energy.

The Liao army was littered with corpses, and chaos erupted, spreading like waves. Tens of thousands of soldiers were thrown into disarray by the three men, becoming like a pot of porridge, boiling and utterly out of control.

The heroes then followed suit, and Xiao Feng shouted, "Gentlemen! Please follow my two brothers and I into battle!"

The crowd responded enthusiastically, some calling him "King Xiao" and others "Chief Qiao," and so on.

After a whoosh, the group split into three, with the central group of several hundred following Xiao Feng as they charged forward.

Duan Yu led his men in a surprise attack from the left, while Xu Zhu thrust in from the right.

Looking from the summit, Ren Shaoyang saw snow and mist swirling, their formation stretching out like a trident, shooting straight out and waving wildly.

Although their numbers were few, their momentum was overwhelming.

Wherever Xiao Feng's divine palm struck, men and horses were torn apart, and armor was shattered. Behind him, the weapons of the masters flew like the sun and moon turning, and dense forests grew.

The Liao army at the front collapsed, their blood staining the snowflakes, their screams drowning out the howling north wind, and severed limbs flying everywhere, just like the sudden autumn wind that caused all the leaves to wither.

Xiao Feng launched a surprise attack, plunging straight into the enemy ranks and charging beneath the core banner of the Liao army.

Unable to withstand the attack, the Liao army scattered to the left and right. At this moment, under the fluttering banner, there was only a large tiger-skin chair.

A young man in red robes sat imposingly on the chair.

This man was dressed in a bright red robe, as dazzling as the blazing sun. His eyebrows slanted upwards to his temples, and his eyes looked around arrogantly, not taking the newcomers seriously at all. His full head of black hair flew back like a waterfall.

This person appears both fierce and domineering, both sinister and ruthless, yet possesses an extremely powerful aura.

He overshadowed ten thousand troops and looked down upon the world.

He was none other than the big boss of this instance—Murong Fu!

This Murong Fu is quite remarkable. He secretly cultivated the Northern Darkness Divine Art, first absorbing the power of the four great families, and then went to Shaoshi Mountain to absorb the power of masters such as Ding Chunqiu, Xiao Yuanshan, and Murong Bo.

When he tried to absorb the Sweeper Monk's internal energy, his internal energy became chaotic, and the six different types of internal energy he had previously absorbed repelled each other, putting him in imminent danger.

The divine monk, unable to bear seeing him self-destruct, neutralized his Northern Darkness Divine Skill and the internal energy of the six masters.

However, after the Northern Darkness Divine Skill and the alien power were removed, the Sweeper Monk's Yi Jin Jing internal energy remained in Murong Fu's body forever.

Although this action allowed the Sweeper Monk to eventually break through the White Level of the "Wen Yi Jin Jing" and ascend to heaven.

But it also created an unparalleled monster!
After Murong woke up, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had the power of the "Black-level Pagoda". He became even more ruthless and wanted to conquer the world and kill Xiao Feng and his two brothers as soon as possible.

His skill was profound, and he understood one principle and all methods. By recalling the scene of Duan Yu using the "Six Meridians Divine Sword", he used the same method against him and created an unparalleled divine skill with boundless sharpness and infinite power through the "Canhe Finger" - the Black-level Floating Pagoda Canhe Sword Qi!
Thus, he instantly became the world's number one martial arts master.

In the snow.

Murong Fu sat on a tiger-skin chair, his body radiating a wild, black aura that darkened the surrounding area by three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

"Boom!"

Wherever the black mist passed, heaven and earth trembled.

On the mountaintop several miles away, Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes: "This is the Black-Level Pagoda? How terrifying."

At the same time, Xiao Feng and his two brothers began to fight Murong Fu.

In an instant, the shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth, accompanied by a fierce and mournful wind, as if countless tigers and leopards were roaring angrily.

Suddenly, Xiao Feng's palm struck out like a dragon, shaking the heavens and earth; Duan Yu spread his ten fingers wide, his five-colored sword energy crisscrossing and maneuvering; and Xu Zhu's iron palm turned crimson, with fiery clouds rolling around.

The Hong Kong comic version of the three brothers in Tianlong has a martial arts performance that far exceeds expectations. When they are powerful, they are unstoppable and dominate the world.

However, Murong Fu, dressed in fiery red robes, stood tall and proud, exuding an imposing aura. The sword intent in his eyes was so vivid it seemed almost tangible.

He burst into maniacal laughter, and two streaks of black sword energy shot out from his eyes, instantly repelling the three brothers.

Then, Murong Fu leaped up, his black hair moving without wind, and his black sword energy, like two wings that blotted out the sky, poured down.

With a series of whooshing sounds, the world suddenly went dark as countless sword energies rained down like a silver river, burying the three of them as rocks crumbled and collapsed!
"Hahahaha!"

Seeing that Xiao Feng, Xu Zhu, and Duan Yu had used all their strength, they were still defeated by his invincible power.

Murong Fu couldn't help but laugh out loud, overjoyed!
The place was a scene of ruins and rubble, but Murong Fu stood suspended in mid-air, his feet not touching the ground, as if he were a god.

"Xiao Feng!"

Murong Fu shouted, "What a pity! You have all the courage and skill, yet you still couldn't withstand my full-force attack. I'm so disappointed!"

Xiao Feng coughed up blood, his strength completely gone, and he couldn't get up.

Murong Fu chuckled contemptuously, turning to Duan Yu: "Boy, you truly are my mortal enemy! Seeing you reminds me of my cousin, with her snow-white skin." He clicked his tongue, "So succulent." Duan Yu's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his gaze blazing with fury: "You're talking nonsense!"

"Oh?" Murong Fu grinned maliciously. "You haven't touched her yet? Hahahaha!"

"Let me tell you a secret, I played with Yu Yan a long time ago, and the experience was indescribable!"

"Shut up!" Duan Yu mustered his remaining strength and charged forward, his sword energy surging like waves, cutting through the air. "You beast, shut up!"

"Oh no, we've fallen for their trap!"

Murong Fu laughed loudly, his right hand as black as ink, his five fingers spread wide, and with a gentle thrust, he aimed straight for the center of the body.

"Third brother, be careful!" Xu Zhu, who was standing to the side, suddenly opened his big round eyes and shouted.

Duan Yu was powerless to dodge at this moment, as if he had fallen into a dream and was struck in the chest by a palm.

boom!
Duan Yu flipped over and flew more than two zhang away. After landing, he coughed up blood and his fate was unknown.

"Third brother!"

"Third brother!"

Seeing that Duan Yu was seriously injured, Xiao Feng and Xu Zhu were shocked.

Xu Zhu leaped up, roared like a tiger, and unleashed his full power with the "Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand" in a fierce attack.

He concentrated all his power at his fingertips, and his energy surged out like a mighty river, flowing for miles.

Although the people around him were still five or six zhang away, they felt a strong wind coming, lost their footing, and cried out as they fell to the ground.

Murong Fu looked at the round-eyed, chubby-faced little monk with a face full of resentment: "You lucky little bald donkey!" He shook his arm and flicked his palm, striking in front of his chest.

Benedict!
Xu Zhu shouted, "That's still better than you committing heinous crimes!"

"Heinous acts?" Murong Fu sneered. "You still have the nerve to criticize my family for the vile things your father, Xuan Ci, did?"

Xu Zhu took a step back, flipped his palm and grabbed the man's wrist, shouting, "Don't you dare curse my father!"

Murong Fu reached out with his right hand and easily grabbed Xu Zhu's hands, laughing loudly, "Left hand for nipples, right hand for scriptures, neither betraying Buddha nor betraying you, huh?"

Amidst the laughter, his inner strength surged forth from his palm, instantly launching Xu Zhu three or four feet into the air.

Murong Fu shouted, "Die!" and with a flick of his left hand, struck Xu Zhu squarely in the chest!

In an instant, Xu Zhu screamed in agony. With a "whoosh," five jet-black sword energies pierced through his chest and back, flying more than ten feet away and slaughtering a large number of martial arts heroes and Liao soldiers behind him!

Immediately afterwards, Xu Zhu flew backward several feet like a boulder, crashing heavily onto the snow, staining the ground red, a shocking sight.

Everyone who saw this was astonished.

Xiao Feng was greatly shocked, his eyebrows shot up, and he rushed over to help him up: "Third Brother!" Turning to look at Duan Yu, he found him also barely breathing, and his heart burned with anxiety: "Second Brother!"

"Hahaha!"

Murong Fu laughed loudly, venting his pent-up frustrations of many years, "Whether you joined forces or used a war of attrition, you have all been utterly defeated!"

He pounded his chest and shouted, "From this day forward, I am the legend of the martial arts world!"

The weighty words were like a hammer blow, chilling the heart and making one tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing his two sworn brothers on the verge of death, Xiao Feng was filled with extreme grief and indignation.

His heart had already died with A'Zhu on that rainy night, and now that he had nothing left to lose, he was even more determined to die, just to kill Murong Fu!

Then Xiao Feng slowly stood up, his fighting spirit erupting like a raging wildfire!

He forcefully unleashed all his power, frantically and to the extreme, determined to kill Murong Fu, his father's killer, right here.

This mission can only succeed; failure is not an option, because after this mission, Xiao Feng will inevitably be exhausted and have no chance of survival.

"how?"

Murong Fu turned to look at Xiao Feng and laughed, "Does King Xiao want to fight me to the death?"

Xiao Feng's expression turned solemn as he solemnly asked, "Don't you dare to fight me?"

"Are you worthy?"

"Whether I am worthy or not," Xiao Feng said, "you will not gain the world unless you kill me!"

Murong Fu's expression changed, his eyelids drooped, and he said coldly, "Well done, Xiao Feng! Such a light remark is more powerful than a million curses."

Xiao Feng sneered, "I, Xiao, am an upright man. Even if I were to kill you, I would do so openly and honestly!"

"I'll say it again," Murong Fu smiled slightly, "Are you worthy?"

Xiao Feng looked up at the sky and smiled, saying softly, "Let's try." At that moment, the sky suddenly cleared, becoming vast and boundless. He seemed to be hallucinating, seeing A'Zhu's bright smiling face in the sky.

Murong Fu stepped forward: "My family is so noble, how could you possibly kill me?"

After he finished speaking, he found that Xiao Feng was staring blankly at the sky, not listening to him at all.

Murong Fu waved his hand and shouted, "Xiao Feng! Are you trying to act all profound? Fine, I'll kill you with one palm today!"

Xiao Feng remained silent, instead stretching his hand towards the sky: "Look!"

Look?
What to look at?
Murong Fu was puzzled, and everyone else was also curious, so they all looked up.

They all gaped open.

Just then, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone brightly in the sky.

The surroundings seemed to suddenly fall silent; no one made a sound, no horses neighed, the wind was gentle, the snow was still, and all sounds ceased.

Next, a clear, resonant sword cry echoed through the heavens and earth, soaring and graceful, carrying boundless pride.

"Who goes there!" Murong Fu suddenly woke up. "Another expert?"

Before the words were finished, a long laugh was heard, and a young man in a white coat suddenly appeared in the sky, drifting down into the arena like a wisp of smoke.

Such lightness of movement doesn't seem like that of a real person, but rather like a giant humanoid kite.

At this moment, the sun shone down, and the sky was bright, casting a long, faint shadow on the white-clad young man on the snow.

He stood quietly in the center of the room, his features exquisite and his expression serene.

But an invisible pressure suddenly overwhelmed everything.

Murong Fu felt an intense, sharp pain in his senses and suddenly jumped back, asking in a deep voice, "You..."

The young man in white robes answered softly, "Mm."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Ren Shaoyang." The young master smiled and added, "Just a passing 'Sword God'."

(End of this chapter)