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

Chapter 335 This old monk will repay this favor.

"Thump...thump..."

Amidst the howling wind, a strange, pounding heartbeat emerged.

Ren Shaoyang looked at Murong Fu.

He was hunched over, staring at me with strange eyes, like a stray dog ​​cornered against a wall.

"Ok?"

The heartbeat gradually grew louder, initially barely audible, but soon echoing throughout the world.

When they came to their senses, they were horrified to find that their heartbeats were actually affected by it, their blood was surging, and they were feeling extremely palpitations.

Xiao Feng shouted in alarm, "There's something wrong with their heartbeats! Everyone be careful!"

But it was too late. All that could be heard was a series of thuds. Among the survivors, many had already collapsed to the ground, clutching their chests, convulsing a few times, and dying from heart palpitations.

Murong Fu gasped for breath, then let out a strange laugh: "You can't kill me!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled but remained silent.

Murong Fu frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I'm thinking, with your temperament, you can't even navigate the martial arts world properly, how dare you contend for the world?" He shook his head, "That's right, your Murong family is nothing but barbarians. Without learning and skills, how can you understand the rules and play by them?"

"rule?"

Murong Fu said coldly, "If it weren't for you, I would have already stormed south and taken Bianjing! I would have first wiped out the Song Dynasty, then pacified Dali and Tubo, defeating the enemy with ease and winning a decisive victory from a thousand miles away."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "Murong Fu, what you're saying is all wishful thinking. Heaven doesn't favor you, what can you do?"

"Can you represent the will of Heaven?" Murong Fu sneered.

Ren Shaoyang lowered his eyes and sighed softly, "I cannot represent the will of Heaven, but I can be certain of one thing."

Murong Fu frowned and asked, "What is it?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly: "Ren, you are destiny!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu burst into laughter, as if he had heard something extremely funny.

Amidst laughter, black and blue sword light surged from the two once more, entangled, colliding and rubbing against each other, producing a hissing sound in the air, and sending dust and snow flying into the sky.

Murong Fu shouted, "I am the invincible Murong Fu! To hell with destiny!"

He leaped up, soaring into the sky like a bird, and pulled with both hands!
"Wow!"

The myriad sword energies surged like a tidal wave, twisting and intertwining in the air, transforming into a jet-black phoenix that soared down!

"Behold my 'Phoenix Spreading its Wings'!"

Suddenly, a phoenix's cry rang out, its beak pecking wildly, and its wings spread wide.

In an instant, it seemed as if a black phoenix was truly taking flight, and rolling snow surged into the sky, obscuring the sun.

This left everyone present horrified.

Ren Shaoyang stood on the ground, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his right hand, forming a sword shape with his fingers.

In an instant.

When the snow stops falling, it's as if time and space have frozen.

A blue flame surged up, resolutely shooting towards the black phoenix!

"Sword light!"

A wondrous scene suddenly appeared in the snow, with countless snowflakes swirling up like a giant snow waterfall shooting straight into the sky, like a white dragon ascending to heaven and encountering a black phoenix.

boom!
Black and blue sword light shot out in all directions, and the surrounding snow swept up like huge waves.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang appeared in front of Murong Fu, his eyes blazing and coldly staring at him.

Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly shot out a black sword.

But then Ren Shaoyang grinned maliciously, opened his mouth and bit down, crushing the sword energy with a crunch!
Murong Fu's eyes were bloodshot, his arms outstretched, and he shouted, "Ten Thousand Swords Vanish!"

The black light surged, and thousands of sword energies burst forth from all the acupoints on his body, hissing and rushing straight towards Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang straightened up, his imposing aura blazing: "Sword Fly!"

With a wave of his hand, the Dragon Capture sword flew out of its sheath and stood in the air. Suddenly, countless sword threads shot out from it, "swoosh swoosh swoosh," weaving and darting through the sword energy like living dragons and snakes.

In an instant, countless flames erupted in the sky, accompanied by a chaotic and continuous chorus of sword cries.

However, as Ren Shaoyang consciously swung his sword east, west, up, and down, a cacophony of sounds gathered, yet remained distinct in layers.

The crowd on the ground looked on in astonishment, feeling that although the two were clearly fighting to the death, the sound of their swords clashing produced indescribably beautiful notes.

"Ah! It's the 'Rainbow Feather Dress Dance'!" Duan Yu suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted.

"What?!" Xiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, "The Sword God actually has the leisure to play music during a duel?!"

Xu Zhu laughed and said, "Perhaps this is his martial arts?"

Duan Yu exclaimed in surprise, "There are such martial arts?"

"Yes, brother, I have some!" Xu Zhu said. "In the secret chamber of Lingjiu Palace, I saw many methods for defeating enemies using musical notes. But..."

Xiao Feng asked, "But what is it?"

"The Sword God's swordsmanship is like the earth and sky resounding." Xu Zhu exclaimed in amazement, "I have never seen anything like it before! If the 'Eight Friends of Hangu Pass' of the Free and Unfettered Sect were here, they would probably weep bitterly as if they were seeing the face of the emperor."

Just then, a series of sounds came from the sky, high-pitched and powerful, ethereal and far-reaching, like a chant, a divine oracle, like thunder from the Western Paradise, or like a long wind rushing across the nine heavens.

Everyone was stunned by the sound, and it seemed as if they really saw a peerless beauty wearing a seven-jeweled necklace and a five-colored feather robe, spinning and turning, making the sky and earth dizzy.

It's a pity that a famous song and a wild dance exhausted the vitality of the Tang Dynasty's golden age.

In that instant, everyone felt as if their minds were being drawn into the beautiful woman before them, turning into a huge vortex. Everyone was caught in it, their minds spinning around, completely unable to control themselves.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the sky.

Everyone was startled, their faces turned pale, and they were sweating profusely, as they had just exhausted their mental energy and were completely worn out.

But when they looked up, they saw Ren Shaoyang punch Murong Fu hard on the head!

With a bang, Murong Fu bared his teeth and flew backward through the air like a flying arrow.

But Ren Shaoyang stretched out his hand, his figure transformed into a streak of light, and suddenly appeared behind him, slapping him on the back with his sleeve.

With a thud, Murong Fu spat out blood like an arrow, which shot off in the opposite direction.

Ren Shaoyang transformed into a streak of light once more, piercing his chest with another finger, then waving it around like a toy before hurling it at Guan on the ground.

Before Murong Fu could even touch the ground, a flash of light appeared, and Ren Shaoyang stomped one foot on the ground while kicking up with the other.

"Ouch!" Poor Murong Fu's lumbar spine snapped with a "crack" and he flew into the sky again.

Bang, bang bang bang bang~
In an instant, Murong Fu was seen flying wildly through the air. Under the impact of that white light, his body trembled like a leaf, and he was struck a hundred times.

brush!
Ren Shaoyang appeared in the scene, standing indifferently with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering.

Murong Fu, however, tumbled and rolled in the air, blood spurting from his seven orifices and his three corpses leaving his body, before finally crashing to the ground, his face contorted in agony and covered in blood.

Just then, a voice suddenly cried out from afar, "Young Master Ren, please have mercy and spare my son's life! This old monk is willing to pay with his own life!"

Then a thin old monk with white hair and beard came running, waving his hands and shouting as he ran.

"Father, Father," Murong Fu struggled to open his eyes and called out softly.

The newcomer was none other than Murong Bo!
Ren Shaoyang didn't even look at it, and flicked his hand away.

A flash of blue light.

Murong Bo's eyes widened, and with a "whoosh," his body split into two pieces, spreading out on the ground.

Wow!
Everyone present was stunned, thinking in disbelief, "Murong Bo, who has roamed the martial world for decades and committed countless evil deeds, is dead?"

Xiao Feng felt a mix of emotions.

Murong Bo had a deep grudge against him, and Murong Fu had also killed Xiao Yuanshan. Now, seeing Ren Shaoyang kill Murong Bo with a single sword strike, he was furious.

He felt both exhilarated and regretful: "Father, our family's great revenge has been achieved! Bah! That scoundrel got off too easily!"

Murong Fu was speechless, unable to believe it. He looked up at Ren Shaoyang and finally cried out in a hoarse voice, "Father, Father!"

"I'm not your father."

Ren Shaoyang walked up to him, looked down at him, and remained indifferent.

"I am your destiny!"

At first, everyone felt a sense of pleasure watching, but as they watched, they all felt a chill run down their spines.

Murong Fu was a formidable figure, unmatched by anyone present. Yet, when facing this white-robed swordsman, he seemed like a child, utterly powerless.

"Fate?!" Murong Fu gritted his teeth. "Go to hell with you, God! I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang casually flicked his hand.

Murong Fu let out a scream as his head snapped back into his skull, leaving him completely bewildered.

Immediately afterwards, all the acupoints on his body burst open, and blood gushed out like a spring. Like a deflated balloon, he suddenly shrank to the size of a five-foot-tall child.

However, all his power was dissipated, and he died a gruesome death.

Everyone stared at the corpse, utterly silent. Ren Shaoyang suddenly coughed, spitting out blood, and his life force immediately waned.

"Young Master Ren!"

Xiao Feng stepped forward, supported him, and quickly asked, "Are you alright?"

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and laughed, "I suffered some internal injuries, but my spirit is fine, so it's nothing serious."

"That's good, that's good!" Xiao Feng gave a thumbs up. "Brother Ren's swordsmanship is unparalleled, I admire him!"

"You flatter me, Master Xiao." Ren Shaoyang looked at his face, which bore a striking resemblance to the elderly Xiao Feng, and smiled. "I am very happy to meet you."

Xiao Feng laughed heartily, and just as he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly flashed with a seven-colored light. Then he raised an eyebrow and said, "It's chaotic here. How about we go somewhere else to talk?"

Ren Shaoyang was slightly dazed, then looked at Xiao Feng and smiled, "Good!"

The two, one after the other, used their lightness skills to fly towards the dense forest.

"Big brother!"

"Young Master Ren!"

Duan Yu and Xu Zhu both shouted, but the two flew away without looking back.

They arrived in the dense forest.

Xiao Feng laughed heartily, then suddenly turned around and handed Ren Shaoyang a Small Rejuvenation Pill, saying, "Benefactor Ren, this is something I just obtained from a high-ranking monk at Shaolin Temple. Please eat it!"

Ren Shaoyang reached out and took it, downing it in one gulp. After circulating his internal energy for a few weeks, he felt much better and couldn't help but laugh:

"The Shaolin Lesser Rejuvenation Pill truly lives up to its reputation."

Xiao Feng said, "You're better now, that's good."

At this moment, Xiao Feng no longer showed any of the melancholy he had just displayed. Instead, his expression was gentle, like a Buddha in the world, kind and dignified.

Ren Shaoyang coughed and suddenly asked, "Could it be the Sweeping Monk?"

Xiao Feng looked at him and smiled slightly: "Amitabha, Benefactor Ren, your Buddha-like heart is so transparent, you actually recognized this old monk at a glance?"

The voice was old and kind, a stark contrast to Xiao Feng's powerful and resonant voice.

“I am very familiar with Master Xiao, so I can tell the difference at a glance.”

"Amitabha!"

Xiao Feng clasped his hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras.

Ren Shaoyang said, "Hero Xiao swallowed your relic in order to fight Murong Fu head-on." Looking up, he said, "Sweeping Monk, I want to ask, are you borrowing his body, or are you trying to poison someone else's nest?"

Xiao Feng smiled and said, "This old monk is simply delivering something to Benefactor Ren on someone's behalf."

As they chatted and laughed, a finger gently touched his brow.

Ren Shaoyang trembled and felt slightly dizzy.

In an instant, it was as if I had been frozen in place, my body motionless, staring straight ahead. Everything around me vanished like smoke, leaving only the endless chanting of Buddhist hymns echoing in my heart.

Golden words flowed through my mind, and illusions appeared:
The Central Asian monk with curly hair and beard wore a smile.

The masked demon lord Huo Yunzhang is arrogant;

A fat, simple-minded monk laughed heartily.

The next moment, a magnificent force surged down from between his brows, like countless tiny vortexes, intertwining and merging, growing larger and higher.

Ren Shaoyang sat cross-legged in the void, his body shimmering with black light, his face radiant with divine light.

At this moment, the "Great Vajra Divine Power" and unfamiliar internal energy within his body converged and circulated like spokes and stars, centered on the middle dantian, separate yet not scattered, gathered yet not chaotic.

"Boom!"

Ren Shaoyang felt as if a mouth had opened at his Baihui acupoint, and then his whole body transformed into a huge vortex, with his essence flowing in. The stars in the sky were pulled infinitely closer, and his mind was invaded by it, unable to control himself.

Xiao Feng slowly lowered his hand: "Not bad, not bad at all. You learn really fast."

He looked up at the sky and smiled, "Master Peanut, this old monk is now repaying your favor!"

(End of this chapter)