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

Chapter 334 I Dreamed About Him (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Dangdangdang~!

Outside Yanmen Pass, tens of thousands of people held their breath, staring intently at the scene.

Two peerless divine swords, one black and one blue, seemingly identical in form, clashed against each other, their different colored sword energies tearing fiercely at each other.

All that could be done was to unleash a rain of fire, flying and shooting wildly.

Their swords flashed in and out, and for a moment, shadowy figures loomed and blue lights shimmered, as they breathed in and out of each other.

At the same time, two figures, one in red and one in white, stood in mid-air, twisting and turning, exchanging blows with each other.

The two figures suddenly appeared in one place and then in another, unpredictable and mysterious, like birds chasing each other, rising and falling in an instant.

The black and blue light flickered uncertainly, illuminating the heavens and earth with ever-changing brightness.

After thousands of collisions, sparks flew, igniting the area around the two men into a massive fireball.

Ren Shaoyang, his sleeves fluttering, continued his attacks, laughing loudly, "Murong Fu, you seem strong, but your physical skills are inconsistent; you're nothing but a silver-plated spearhead!"

Murong Fu had previously fought fiercely against Xiao Feng and his two brothers, which had drained his energy. Now, after exchanging a thousand blows with Ren Shaoyang in the blink of an eye, he was already exhausted and his attacks were gradually slowing down.

Hearing Ren Shaoyang's mockery, he still shouted angrily, "Bullshit!"

Such a curse made him a fraction too slow to act, allowing Ren Shaoyang to see it clearly and suddenly stab him in the face.

Murong Fu hurriedly lowered his head, a strand of hair fluttering in the wind, and cursed under his breath, "This damned sword!" He spun around to dodge, half of his body turning black, and raised his hand to shoot out thousands of black swords that flew towards Ren Shaoyang.

"They've exhausted all their tricks!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled contemptuously, and with the "sword light" enhancing it, Qinlong swept away the black sword with overwhelming force.

Just as Murong Fu was stunned, Ren Shaoyang vanished from his spot in an instant. In the flash of his figure, a bolt of lightning appeared, and Murong Fu roared as a half-foot-long gash appeared on his waist and leg, the flesh torn open, a gruesome sight.

That wasn't all. A tremendous force struck, and an extremely explosive sword strike instantly sent him flying more than ten feet away, with snowflakes flying along the way, resembling two snow walls.

Ren Shaoyang appeared on Murong Fu's head in an instant, without touching the ground.

In the next instant, countless azure blades poured down like a storm.

Murong Fu had nowhere to put his grip in mid-air, and the pain from his waist wound was unbearable, causing his facial muscles to twitch uncontrollably. Seeing the blue light falling in front of him, he was terrified and quickly flicked his hands to shoot out sword energy to defend himself.

The two swords clashed again, their sword energy surging together, and heaven and earth came into harmony.

Murong Fu's hair and beard flew wildly, his blood surging, and two sword energies intertwined in the air, transforming into an endless whirlwind that crashed down to the ground.

boom!
Murong Fu took the brunt of this immense force head-on, as if struck by a thousand-pound hammer, and slammed into the ground.

The momentum continued unabated, and with another rumbling sound, it swept backward for several feet, sending mud and sand flying everywhere.

Murong Fu lay supine in the pit, his crimson robe torn to shreds. He felt as if his insides were burning and his body was about to shatter. He struggled to lift his head to look up.

But then they saw the young man in white standing there, holding a long sword in his hand. As the snowflakes fell, he seemed to be detached from the world, like a figure in a painting.

Thinking of his current wretched state, Murong Fu felt a surge of resentment. He roared, braced himself with his hands, and stood up shakily.

Xiao Feng watched in stunned silence. Murong Fu, who had been beating his three brothers to the point of near death, was completely powerless against the "Sword God"!
What an amazing person!
Hooray!
Just then, a clap of thunder rang out in the sky.

Murong Fu's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood suddenly shot out. He felt dizzy.

He ripped off his tattered shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and shouted, "Ren Shaoyang! In the world of swordsmanship, I, Murong Fu, acknowledge you as the strongest!"

Ren Shaoyang said casually, "I know."

Murong Fu's lips curled into a sinister smile, like a ferocious beast recovering from a long illness, revealing its sharp teeth, and an endless killing intent filled the heavens and earth.

"Alright! Then let me show you a sword strike with twenty layers of my power!"

"The dragon reigns supreme!"

With a sudden outstretched hand, black energy soared into the sky, and thousands of sword energies twisted and intertwined in the air, forming a ferocious tyrannical dragon that fiercely devoured everything in its path!

Seeing the dragon-shaped sword energy so fierce and powerful, soaring and swaying, truly like a divine dragon soaring through the sky, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but shake his head and sigh in admiration.
"In terms of talent alone, your version of Murong Fu is the most stunning I have ever seen."

Murong Fu suddenly roared, unleashing his power, and a black sword dragon coiled around him, arriving in an instant.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, his gaze shifting slightly to the seventh inch of the sword dragon.

Murong Fu was startled. He pulled with both hands, and the sword dragon suddenly veered to the side, avoiding the front and circling around to his back.

Ren Shaoyang stood there with his hands behind his back, his gaze shifting.

The sword dragon had no choice but to move with it, like a black storm that sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed, dancing around him, but never daring to land.

Duan Yu and Xu Zhu had woken up. Although they were both pale, their internal strength was profound, and the Shaolin monks had given them the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill, so they were no longer in danger.

Duan Yu watched Murong Fu pacing around, scratched his head, and asked, "Brother, why is he just dancing next to Young Master Ren and doesn't dare to attack?"

Xiao Feng observed intently for a while before saying, "Murong Fu condensed his sword energy into the shape of a dragon, which could be changed at will and without limit. Anyone else would find it difficult to resist. However, as far as Young Master Ren can see, it is the dragon's seven-inch mark, the weakest point in terms of energy."

Xu Zhu clapped his hands, his big eyes blinking rapidly: "I understand! Although Young Master Ren didn't make a move, Murong Fu's aura was broken by him. As long as he continues his actions, the sword dragon will definitely be disintegrated by Young Master Ren!"

"So that's how it is!" Duan Yu suddenly realized. "Young Master Ren's ability to discern qi is truly profound. As the saying goes, 'An emperor can kill with a smile and a glance.' No matter how many tricks Murong Fu has up his sleeve, he still can't escape Young Master Ren's grasp."

Seeing that he was being controlled at every turn, anger ignited in Murong Fu's eyes, and a fierce and incomparable killing intent suddenly burst forth!
"Damn it, damn it! Damn it!"

Murong Fu roared to the sky.

In an instant, the internal energy of the "Black-level Pagoda" erupted like a torrent, surging and turning the area within three zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) pitch black, causing the earth to crack and collapse, and shaking incessantly.

The people around them lost their balance and were swayed from side to side, with many falling to the ground.

Suddenly, Murong Fu's agile figure flashed by.

When it reappeared, it was a pitch-black palm that grabbed Ren Shaoyang's face.

Ren Shaoyang swept his sleeves swiftly, and the "Great Vajra Divine Power" was densely packed in his sleeves, like solid, thick earth, and actually wrapped around the incoming palm.

Then, with a deafening roar, "Bang!"

They clapping their hands together.

Great Vajra's Divine Power vs. Black-Level Floating Pagoda!

When the two met, the air immediately parted like water, producing a sound like metal clashing.

Murong Fu roared, "Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations!" He took a step forward and drew a circle with one palm.

Ren Shaoyang felt a flowing force coming from the palm of the opposite hand, which not only redirected the palm force but also the sleeve force of his "Great Brahma Banner" and shot it towards him.

Faced with this situation, Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly: "Good!" In his palm, the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique flowed, stirring up Murong Fu's internal energy and "seizing" the opponent's strength.

He suddenly raised his eyebrows and raised his arms, returning all four forces—"Black-level Floating Pagoda," "Great Vajra Divine Power," "Combined Sword Qi," and "Great Brahma Banner"—to him.

Not only that, he also incorporated a trace of the sword energy of the "Sword Gu," transforming it into five streams of internal energy.

Murong Fu let out a miserable groan. He never expected that after he used "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions," his internal energy would be provoked and returned to him.

He was immediately enraged and used his power again to return the force to the source.

The two were locked in a stalemate, their faces suddenly turning gold, then black, and then a mixture of gold and black, creating an eerie and inexplicable scene.

A series of gusts of wind swept outwards with incredible force, leaving deep scratches several feet deep on the plowed land.

Such power is so great that nothing can withstand it.

Ren Shaoyang and Murong Fu's faces were already extremely ferocious, their hair and beards flying wildly, but the raging storm within their bodies was like adding fuel to the fire, growing stronger with every breeze, and at this moment it had actually doubled in strength!
In the blink of an eye, the raging wind circulated through their meridians, doubling in strength.

This cycle continued, instantly multiplying by two to four, then by four to eight, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to a staggering sixty-four times.

This raging storm, combining yin and yang and reversing the five elements, multiplied by 128 times. This cycle repeated itself, causing even Ren Shaoyang and Murong Fu to change color.

Murong Fu struggled to hold on, only to find that he could not move Ren Shaoyang's force and had no way to counter it. The raging force continued to rise, circulating within the two of them like a game of musical chairs.

Seeing that the raging storm was becoming increasingly difficult to control, causing his meridians to swell and feel like they were about to burst, like ignited explosives about to detonate.

He was utterly horrified and finally couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out and slammed his left hand down on the spot where the two had struck!
In an instant, the two raised their hands to the sky, their voices like thunder.

In an instant, they both felt their bones cracking and popping, their vision blurred, and two streams of blood gushed out.

Just then, a strange light, a mixture of black and gold, suddenly shot into the sky, gathering and dispersing, dispersing and gathering again, endlessly and without end.

Everyone felt that the surroundings were dark and the golden light was dazzling, making it almost impossible to see anything else.

The process may sound slow, but it actually takes only a moment.

Just then, the strange light rose a hundred feet into the air, suddenly contracted, and then exploded with a bang!

Boom~!

The sky seemed to be ablaze with a giant torch, and a terrifying, grand sound resounded in all directions.

Ren Shaoyang and Murong Fu were in the center, and the soil beneath their feet sank three feet as if it were made of soybean milk.

The surrounding area, a hundred feet wide, was as if a giant rock had been smashed into the water. The terrifying residual force transformed from above the two men's heads into a gust of wind that scattered in all directions, stirring up layers of snow and ice.

Those nearby turned to dust and vanished into nothingness.

The Song Dynasty masters wished they had two more legs, for they ran incredibly fast. In an instant, a large open space was cleared, and many people ran away shouting as they ran, looking back as they went.

All that could be heard from afar were screams, followed by the sound of an explosion.

Immediately afterwards, another large wave of Liao soldiers desperately fled!

They threw their weapons behind them indiscriminately, not caring who they hit, just trying to reduce their weight and escape as quickly as possible!

Some people twist their ankles but still hop and run.

Some people were so scared that they ran away.

Some people were so nauseated by the fumes that they kept running and vomiting.

Only after they had run far enough did they dare to look back, panting heavily.

Outside Yanmen Pass, all the snow had disappeared, leaving only a huge pit with a diameter of several tens of feet.

Ren Shaoyang and Murong Fu stood facing each other on either side of the pit.

A man with a calm expression, wearing a clean white robe with his clothes fluttering in the wind.

The other one looked panicked, was shirtless, and covered in wounds.

The pit was littered with corpses, including people from both the Song and Liao dynasties. Some had turned into bloody mud, some had severed limbs, and some were even incomplete corpses.

The blood was mixed with ice water; it was unclear whether it was hot or already cold.

Pools of blood melted into snowflakes, eventually turning into a carpet of red ice shards. Broken swords, shattered blades, and all sorts of weapons lay scattered on the ground.

And at the source of all this.

But they were just those two figures.

Xiao Feng looked at the white-robed man and said in a deep voice, "The battle is about to be decided."

Duan Yu nodded in agreement: "The Sword God will surely win!"

Xu Zhu scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "Young Master Ren, I think I've dreamt about it before!"

"Ok?"

Xiao Feng and Duan Yu turned to look, "When did you dream about this?"

Xu Zhu said somewhat absentmindedly, "When I was a child, I dreamed that I was an old monk teaching a boy kung fu, and Young Master Ren was floating around me like a ghost!"

(End of this chapter)