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

Chapter 333 I'll kill you for the sake of the divine skill
A passing swordsman?
Upon hearing this, Murong Fu raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "I have indeed met a swordsman named Zhuo." He then looked intently at the white-robed man, "I wonder what your relationship is with him?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "What a coincidence, my swordsmanship master's surname is indeed Zhuo!"

"Hmph! So you're just a boastful scoundrel." Murong Fu sneered. "Are you standing here to stop me?"

call!
As Murong Fu spoke, a black aura suddenly expanded, stirring up boundless wind and snow. Stones, dust, blood ice, and all tangible things converged into a tornado, swirling and dancing around him, gradually becoming indistinguishable.

Waves of air surged in, causing Ren Shaoyang's sleeves to flutter and his ponytail to tug like a flag.

Yet he remained standing still, like a rock solidified in the heart of the river, letting the turbulent currents surge and his opponents, with their arrogant demeanor, sweep past him one by one.

The earth trembled and shook, and the swords rang out with a series of sharp, resounding sounds.

Dark clouds slowly rolled in from the horizon, obscuring the sun and making it seem like the end of the world was coming again.

Standing behind Ren Shaoyang, Xiao Feng felt a slight numbness in his legs. As he watched the two men's auras clash and escalate, he couldn't help but feel a sense of horror.
"Murong Fu has already acquired the divine monk's internal strength and is a master unlike any he has ever seen. How come this young master in white is in no way inferior to him?"

Amidst the chaos, Ren Shaoyang spoke calmly: "I'm not trying to stop you."

Murong Fu asked impatiently, "Are you going to back down now?"

Ren Shaoyang put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to look at him: "What's wrong with your thinking?"

Murong Fu sneered and said arrogantly, "My family is invincible. Your martial arts are indeed good, but how can you compare to the power of my 'Black-Level Floating Pagoda'? Naturally, you are convinced and wish to stop!"

Seeing Murong Fu's extreme arrogance, Xiao Feng was both shocked and angry, and he was also worried for Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "You just got lucky and learned someone else's skills. What's there to be so arrogant about?"

Murong Fu said coldly, "Very well, I will crush you bit by bit."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Coincidentally, I also want to stab you to death."

"You too?"

"bass!"

This time, it wasn't Ren Shaoyang who answered, but a bright blue sword blade flew out from his sleeve with a piercing sound. Before anyone could react, the tip of the sword was already at Murong Fu's forehead.

"How dare you!" Murong Fu shouted angrily, "Get out of my way!" He shook his arm and flipped his palm to block his forehead, and black energy burst forth.

when!
When the Dragon-Capturing Pagoda collided with the "Black-Level Floating Pagoda," the energy exploded, swirling and pushing outwards, crashing and ramming about.

Apart from Xiao Feng, everyone else was forced back more than ten steps and struggled desperately.

Murong Fu gripped the sword blade between his palms, moved it to the side, and stared intently at the white-robed man opposite him: "What a strange sword!"

Ren Shaoyang raised his right hand, looking relaxed: "Thank you for the compliment."

"You're even being humble now!"

Murong Fu was furious at his arrogance and unleashed a burst of palm power, instantly sending a stream of black energy along the blade.

Ren Shaoyang felt a surge of heat rushing towards him, like a raging torrent, and his brows furrowed as his wrist trembled.

Miso miso miso!
A wondrous sight appeared, and the sword blade split into three, striking with the force of thunder, aiming straight for the head, neck, and chest.

In the past, everyone in the martial arts world knew that "Divine Sword Capturing Dragon" could not only be used at will in terms of length, softness, and hardness, but also could split a single sword into a hundred, and a hundred into a thousand! As long as one had enough internal energy, the sword threads could be split into countless strands, causing enemies to suffer greatly.

But in this world, the Divine Sword Dragon Capture is making its first appearance. Who could have imagined that a sword could have such a magical transformation?

Murong Fu was caught off guard and fell into a trap. Seeing the three sword blades coming so fast that he couldn't dodge in time, he could only slightly bend his elbows to block them.

Dang Dang Dang!
When the two phases come into contact, sparks fly.

Murong Fu felt the sword blade coming at him with unusual weight. He groaned and stumbled. Before he could regain his footing, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind. It turned out that another sword blade was coming!
At this moment, Murong Fu was hit by a series of blows, his momentum was exhausted, and his rhythm was in complete disarray. He dared not turn around to block, fearing that Ren Shaoyang would take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack. Helpless, he could only channel his energy into his back and take the sword head-on.

渊！
The blade pierced through, yet it felt as if it had struck rotten leather.

Black energy erupted from behind Murong Fu, deflecting the sword blade, but a wisp of sword energy still seeped into his meridians. He felt a chill penetrate his heart and lungs, shivered, and cursed, "A sneak attack from behind? What kind of sword god are you?"

He spun around in a flash, and his left palm suddenly thrust out.

With a sharp "swoosh" sound, the black sword energy drew a strange arc, flew out of the palm, and stabbed towards Ren Shaoyang's chest!

The "Black-level Pagoda" originally belonged to the highest realm of the Buddhist supreme martial art "Yi Jin Jing," which is profound, dignified, and majestic, and is naturally a righteous path.

However, when Murong Fu used it, it was extremely fierce, violent, and tragic.

It had unexpectedly transformed into a malevolent and resentful force.

Despite taking the wrong path, its power increased rather than decreased, adding a touch of ferocity to the "Canhe Sword Qi".

It can be said that "with one sword strike, the world is plunged into darkness!"
Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, then suddenly swayed to the left, quickly dodging the black sword by two feet.

Murong Fu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and with a sinister smile, he turned his hand. Suddenly, the black sword split into two sword energies, which drew strange arcs and shot off to the left and right.

Two black swords rolled through the air, their arcs shifting unpredictably, one stabbing Ren Shaoyang in the chest, the other slashing at his waist.

"Boy! You didn't expect that, did you? My 'Mortal Sword Qi' can also split!" Murong Fu laughed heartily. "Those who learn from me live, those who imitate me die!"

Ren Shaoyang sneered, took two quick steps, and gracefully rose into the air. Without touching the ground, he spun around as if he had transformed into several people, and in an instant, he simultaneously thrust his sword at Murong Fu.

Upon seeing several sword blades thrusting towards him, Murong Fu's expression changed. He hurriedly clasped his hands together, merging the black sword into one, and went straight to meet the attack.

With a loud bang, dirt and snow flew everywhere, and the two men had each retreated more than ten feet away.

"Your swordsmanship..." Murong Fu frowned, "is definitely not that of a disciple of Zhuo Bufan!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "My swordsmanship master is Zhuo Lingzhao."

Murong Fu said, "I haven't heard of it."

"He is indeed not well-known in the martial arts world."

Ren Shaoyang stretched.

Having suffered a series of misfortunes, Murong Fu was already extremely wary of him. Like a frightened bird, he suddenly jolted, took half a step back, and raised both palms.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, put his hand on his waist and laughed, "Don't be afraid. Although I like to draw my sword at the slightest disagreement, I disdain sneak attacks."

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu's face turned ashen. He felt as if every word he heard was a thorn in his side, and he wished he could tear him apart alive.

However, the person in front of him possessed swordsmanship that was more powerful than ever before. In the few rounds he had fought with him, he not only did not have the upper hand, but also felt that he was at a disadvantage.

This was something he had never encountered since he obtained the "Black-level Pagoda"!

The white-robed opponent's martial arts style was completely unpredictable, attacking directly at the weakest point. In a flash, the longsword flashed, launching a fierce attack, but the attacker could only hear the sword's cry and the dragon's roar, unable to see where the figure was coming from!

This martial arts system, which seeks out one's own weaknesses, transforms the sword into countless forms, and merges the figure with the mountains and rivers into one, is so natural that it truly broadened his horizons and filled him with awe.

Murong Fu looked at Ren Shaoyang and saw him standing with his hands behind his back, looking dignified. Behind him, Xiao Feng clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and was about to pounce on him.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Ren Shaoyang, we have no grudges against each other, why must we fight to the death?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Are you going to back down?"

Upon hearing him return those words verbatim, Murong Fu's face turned ashen.

Because he really didn't want to have a life-or-death duel with Ren Shaoyang.

Murong Fu said, "What kind of bullshit justice are you fighting for?"

“No,” Ren Shaoyang said calmly.

"To make a name for oneself?"

"I was just passing by."

"Then get lost!" Murong Fu roared. "Why are you bothering me?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I'm just passing by. The only way I can get what I want is by killing you."

"what?"

Ren Shaoyang pointed to the sky and laughed, "The old monk's Yi Jin Jing, and your Canhe Sword Qi."

Murong Fu sneered, "So you're planning to forcibly seize the cultivation technique?" He added, "If you submit to me, I'll teach you!"

"No, no, no~" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and shook his head, "I don't need you to teach me, I just need to kill you to get something better."

"What kind of bullshit is that?"

"My reasoning."

"There's no room for maneuver?"

“No,” Ren Shaoyang said seriously. “Although I admire Master Xiao, I would still kill you for your divine skill.”

Murong Fu said coldly, "Hmph, quite honest indeed!"

Ren Shaoyang bowed and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Murong Fu's eyes flashed with a strange light as he stared intently at the white-robed man opposite him, a venomous thought creeping into his mind:

"I finally managed to defeat Xiao Feng and his two companions, and I was about to storm the pass and march south to destroy the Song Dynasty! It's all because of you, you brat, who kept getting in my way and ruined my grand plan. If I don't tear you apart, I'll be filled with rage and won't be able to vent my anger!"

Seeing the fierce glint in Murong Fu's eyes, Xiao Feng hurriedly said, "Young Master Ren, be careful!"

Before the shout had even faded, Murong Fu, his hands a deep crimson, lunged forward. In mid-air, he flipped his hands, sending countless black swords flying in all directions, like whips lashing out, making sharp, hissing sounds.

Ren Shaoyang burst out laughing: "What sword energy!"

His body soared into the sky, countless sword threads bursting forth from his wide sleeves, blazing with blue flames, meeting the attack from mid-air.

(End of this chapter)