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

Chapter 342 Tang Clan, A Way to Die

The night is deep.

Small bridge, flowing water, and houses.

Hongxiu and Ding'an walked out of a wooden house, walked to the donkey cart, and turned around to wave to the two people at the door.

"Brother Ma, Sister Ouyang, you can go back now! No need to see us off!"

Ma Jingzhong waved goodbye to his heavily pregnant wife repeatedly, his eyes filled with tears, expressing his deepest gratitude.

Even after the donkey cart sped away, amidst the rising smoke from the chimney, Ma Jingzhong and his wife remained gazing into the distance, standing there for a long time.

On a donkey cart.

Hongxiu, holding the panda cub, said with a smile, "Luckily we arrived in time, otherwise Sister Ouyang would have been in serious trouble."

Ding An nodded and said, "Yes, yes!" He was a little puzzled, "Little beggar, why did the Tang Clan suddenly appear and become troublemakers?"

Hongxiu said, "Heh, they didn't just suddenly appear!"

Ding An was taken aback: "They planned this all along?"

“Of course!” Hongxiu said nonchalantly, “Perhaps the Power Gang and the higher-ups of the Yangtze River Waterway both have their spies!”

"Wow!" Ding An exclaimed, "These people in the martial arts world really love infiltrating!"

“That’s right,” Hongxiu sneered, “because there are too many ambitious people.”

"Don't you think it's better for them to live a good life?"

"Do you think this is Dripping Cliff? Living a normal life is a luxury?" Hongxiu rolled her eyes at him and said slowly, "They want to dominate the martial arts world, and even fight for the world!"

Ding An still couldn't understand these people's way of thinking. He scratched his head and said, "Are these people too full, so they think too much and are obsessed?"

Hongxiu was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, and then raised the panda cub's paw and waved it, laughing: "The words may be rough, but the meaning is true. They're just bored and have nothing better to do!"

Ding An chuckled, then suddenly exclaimed, "Big Meow?!" Seeing the little beggar looking at him strangely, he quickly gestured and said, "It's right there!"

Hongxiu turned her head to look.

In the middle of the official road, a fat tiger was squatting, holding a piece of wood in its mouth, looking lazy all over.

"Huh? It really is!"

Hongxiu beckoned, and Panghu immediately came running over, beaming with smiles as he loosened his grip on the tiger's head.

The little beggar took down the wooden board, casually stroked its tiger head, and then looked down at it.

The words written on it resembled large spears and halberds, exuding a menacing aura.

"I'm going to Tangmen. You guys go to Biechuan Temple in Danxia Mountain and wait for me."

Hongxiu chuckled and nodded in satisfaction: "A cripple is still a cripple."

Ding An asked, "Shall we go?"

"Of course not!" Hongxiu tilted her head back. "We have to stir things up!"

"What should we do?" Ding'an asked with a bitter face. "Don't make the cripple angry."

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

Hongxiu chuckled, pulled a token from her sleeve, and waved it around. "Look what this is!"

"The Order of Heroes of the World!" Ding An's eyes widened. "How did you get it?"

“Simple, just beg the old lady to give it to you!” Hongxiu chuckled. “Isn’t the donkey cart missing a gold medal? Just hang this bronze medal on it.”

Ding An followed instructions and hung the "Order of Heroes of the World" on the front of the carriage. The carriage was surrounded by gleaming gold medals, but in the center was a bronze medal.

They look extremely arrogant.

With her hands on her hips, Hongxiu asked, "A severed hand, don't you think I'm amazing?"

Ding'an stretched, scratched his head, and sighed, "Impressive! But he's too fond of showing off."

The little beggar's smile froze, then she flew into a rage and pinched him hard.

Knowing he was no match for Ding'an, he climbed into the driver's seat.

The two hurried on their way, initially walking along the riverbank, and soon crossed two hills, entering a deeper and denser forest.

Everywhere there are towering trees, their canopies blocking out the sun and covered with vines.

The donkey cart moved slowly, and Fat Tiger kept staring at the panda cubs inside, drooling with desire.

The panda cub clung to Hongxiu's clothes, trembling.

The voices of the little beggar and Ding'an came out one after the other.

"Let's not rush to Danxia Mountain. Let's take a trip around Guangxi and spread the word that we have the 'Order of Heroes of the World' in our hands, and stir up the waters completely."
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Dabashan Mountains.

This place is located in Chongqing Prefecture, Gongzhou, Sichuan Province, where the mountain range stretches from east to west.

This is the headquarters of the Tang Clan, the location of Tang Family Fortress.

Of course, it is also the location of the Bashan Sword Sect in Gu Long's world.

Ren Shaoyang, in the world of Gu Long, had once helped Ding An destroy the Tang Clan, so he was very familiar with the terrain of Bashan.

He leaped onto the treetop, lightly skimming over the top, and raced towards Baiye Temple.

Ren Shaoyang knew that once he passed Baiye Temple, turned around a mountain pass, and walked along a mountain path, he would arrive at a valley where Tangjiabao was located.

Thinking of this, Ren Shaoyang felt as if he were nothing, soaring and flying, like a ghostly shadow in the night.

After crossing a small hill, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a wide river valley with a large expanse of reeds on the opposite bank, and a dilapidated temple on the slope behind the reeds.

The walls of this dilapidated temple had long since collapsed, leaving only a low ring of rammed earth. Most of the side rooms had also collapsed, with only the main hall in the middle remaining largely intact, though its doors and windows were also rotten, revealing unsightly holes.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, presenting a desolate and decaying scene.

Ren Shaoyang walked into the dilapidated temple, casually chopped some firewood, placed it in the empty main hall, and pointed at it with his fingers.

The "Great Vajra Divine Power" erupted, and with a hiss, ignited the firewood.

"Crackling crackling~"

Ren Shaoyang poked at the campfire with a stick in one hand, making crackling sounds from time to time, and took out a small wine flask in the other, taking a sip every now and then.

Before long, the neighing of horses and the sounds of conversation outside were particularly clear in the quiet night.

Several horse-drawn carriages were seen parked in front of the dilapidated Buddhist hall.

Then a group of people walked in. Ren Shaoyang glanced at them indifferently, then looked towards the door.

A carriage, loaded with goods and covered with oilcloth, was parked outside the gate, with a flag of darts stuck beside it.

More than ten burly men walked in, each carrying a weapon—swords, spears, clubs, and so on.

Following them were three middle-aged men dressed in silk robes.

Ren Shaoyang watched them walk in, smile at him, then find a place to sit down, prepare ingredients, and chat with each other.

In an instant, the quiet, dilapidated temple became lively.

Ren Shaoyang had only glanced at the person who had just arrived.

He knew every person and every face by heart.

One glance was enough to see through the true nature of this group.

Among the group of men, the leader was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

But the three middle-aged men with gloomy faces were the most skilled in martial arts.

"The Tang Clan's intelligence network is unparalleled." Ren Shaoyang chuckled inwardly. "They found us so quickly."

Just then, the middle-aged man who was leading the group walked over, clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, and said, "Young master, it's dark and the road is slippery. We are fellow travelers in the martial world and would like to ask to stay here for the night. I hope we won't disturb you?"

Ren Shaoyang calmly looked up and said indifferently, "Is it just you guys?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, then asked, "What do you mean by that, young master?"

The campfire crackled, its light casting flickering shadows on Ren Shaoyang's face.

"Why did Old Madam Tang send you here to die?"

“Young master,” the middle-aged man said with a wry smile, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

Ren Shaoyang muttered to himself, "So she was just trying to find out what was going on. What? Is she planning to make a move in Tangjiabao?"

"Young master, I truly had no idea. We are镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) from the Central Plains Escort Agency."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Well, it seems that Grandma Tang is not ready yet."

"Young master!" the middle-aged man said impatiently, "I told you, we are bodyguards!"

"Is that so?" Ren Shaoyang said calmly. "I have a question for you."

"Spit it out!" The middle-aged man was clearly impatient.

"Grandma Tang, is her name Tang Liexiang?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Her husband is a cripple, isn't he?"

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he shouted, "Attack!"

Suddenly, a figure flashed through the woods outside the door, followed by a series of whooshing iron caltrops flying out.

The gust of wind from the projectiles sent charcoal flying, extinguishing the campfire abruptly.

The main hall suddenly turned pitch black!
"Whoosh!" A flash of blue light disappeared in an instant, followed by a loud explosion. The caltrops seemed to have hit a copper wall, shattering and scattering in all directions.

The Buddhist hall was instantly filled with murderous intent, and the temperature plummeted!

At this moment, there was no starlight or moonlight, and it was so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

However, that fleeting glimpse of blue light was truly breathtaking.

Ren Shao stood in the middle of the hall, sword in hand, looking relaxed.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

A chilling, sharp laugh suddenly rang out.

On the crossbeam, the middle-aged man, his previous honesty gone, grinned and prepared to shoot out a fine needle.

But just then, a sword rang out.

Like a soul-reaping ritual from the underworld, blue light burst forth from the crossbeam between his legs!

Wow!
The beam collapsed, bringing with it two corpses that fell with a splatter of blood all over the ground.

"He didn't move!"

"Right in the middle, take him down!"

"For the glory of the Tang Clan!"

The moment the divine sword was drawn, although it cleaved the middle-aged man in two, it also revealed Ren Shaoyang's location.

But he.

They remained standing still, without moving an inch!
All around, there were continuous "whoosh" sounds, "hiss" sounds, and "whoosh" sounds, with flashes of white light as arrows, flying stones, throwing knives, silver needles, gold needles, flying wheels, and iron caltrops shot out like lightning.

In the darkness, the light from the hidden weapon illuminated the face of the Sword God for a fleeting moment.

Ren Shaoyang made a sword gesture, and the sword blade shot out from his sleeve with a "whoosh" sound. The sword light flashed and suddenly bloomed into a blue enchantress in front of him!
All I heard was a series of soft "puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff" sounds.

Nine consecutive thuds of people falling to the ground were heard, and then the blooming blue roses contracted, remaining in bud.

Then it suddenly exploded!

bass!
The entire Buddhist hall was shrouded in a dreamlike, deep blue, like a hazy, fantastical mist, so vibrant that the shadows cast upon people looked like menacing demons.

"Uh-huh!"

"puff!"

"Spare my life."

The mournful cries came from the pillars, the shrines, and the corners of the walls.

In the blink of an eye, the pillars collapsed, the shrine split in two, and the walls were riddled with holes.

Then came the corpses of these Tang Clan disciples, cut in half at the waist, their blood splattered everywhere.

The scene fell silent abruptly, and darkness returned.

Ren Shaoyang frowned: "The number of people is wrong!"

In that instant, three powerful energies approached, indistinguishable as palm winds or sword energy, but all felt incredibly cold and sharp, piercing one's bones.

The attackers had clearly calculated their positions, waiting for him to sheathe his sword and catch his breath before attacking from extremely strange angles.

In an instant, all avenues for dodging were blocked. In the darkness, only the sound of powerful energy cutting through the air could be heard, as if death had suddenly arrived!

At that very moment, something even more unbelievable happened.

The three men had come together to attack, but when they got close, they suddenly felt as if they were standing on the edge of an abyss.

A white shadow flashed, and Ren Shaoyang gracefully stepped back, avoiding the attack.

With a flick of his sleeve, the charcoal in the campfire suddenly glowed red and reignited with a "whoosh".

The sudden flash of light dazzled the three attackers.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly kicked a man in the face.

This was already a taboo, but the person couldn't dodge it, and the toe only lightly grazed the face.

With a "poof," the leader exploded and fell to the ground with a thud.

The other two, having adjusted to the light, witnessed our brother's gruesome death and immediately roared, "Tang De!"

A roar like thunder, and suddenly a man drew his sword and thrust it forward.

Ren Shaoyang stood still, and with a flick of his wrist, a wisp of sword light met him instantly.

The man grinned maliciously, "You've fallen for our trap!" As he spoke, the golden sword in his hand mysteriously disappeared!
Although his sword was gone, the golden light still lingered before my eyes.

Dazzlingly golden light, like firecrackers exploding, thousands upon thousands of petals flew in.

So, this wasn't a sword after all.

It was actually this person's hidden weapon.

"Sword Flower".

When he faced an enemy, he treated his opponent like a magnet; the golden light was iron, and it was all "attracted" to his opponent.

When all the golden light had drunk his blood, it was like a leech, sucking its fill of blood before automatically falling down and "flying" back.

Such concealed weapons are truly ingenious.

Similarly, Ren Shaoyang also excelled in swordsmanship.

Suddenly, the wisp of sword light transformed, multiplying into three wisps of sword light.

The swords moved erratically, their points unpredictable, and their blades shimmered with dazzling blue light!

"what!"

The man watched as the golden light was shattered by a wisp of sword light, followed by two more wisps of sword light, one piercing his brow and the other his chest.

He couldn't resist at all. With two "plop" sounds, he fell backward and died, no longer breathing, and could no longer do evil.

"Tang Shi!"

The last person was named Tang Qigeng. In the Tang Clan, his seniority was higher than that of Tang De and Tang Shi combined.

He was also the most skilled in martial arts among the three.

But seeing that Tang De and Tang Shi had both been beheaded with a single sword strike, he not only did not seek revenge, but instead turned around and ran away!
Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang swayed and thrust his sword forward.

It's hard to see at night, especially when weapons are wielded at extremely high speeds!
Tang Qi felt a chilling sword light behind him, and his heart tightened, but a smug smile had already spread across his lips.

"You are too arrogant, Sword God Ren!"

Suddenly turning his head, in an instant, three colorless flying needles appeared in Ren Shaoyang's mouth!

This needle is called the "Seabed Divine Needle," and it is specifically designed to break through internal martial arts techniques.

As soon as the enemy uses their internal energy, it will naturally attract the "Sea Needle" like a magnet.

Ren Shaoyang channeled his inner strength to pursue, and the three flying needles were sucked straight into his mouth. This kind of hidden weapon is more difficult to dodge for those with higher inner strength, and its hit rate is 100%.

Normally, when a person encounters such a hidden weapon, they will definitely use their internal energy to resist it, try to knock it down, or dodge it with all their might. However, the more powerful the energy exerted, the faster the dodge, and the more forcefully the weapon is rolled up, the more powerful the "divine needle at the bottom of the sea" will be.

In any case, Ren Shaoyang is doomed.

Tang Qi was overjoyed and extremely happy!
Because of all their arrangements, all their preparations, and even the lives of these Tang family members.

All of this was to make Ren Shaoyang arrogant and conceited.

I'm betting that he won't use the Divine Sword to Capture the Dragon and Extend its Length, but instead will use his lightness skill to chase after me!
In this way, the ultimate killing move, the "Sea Needle," can be used and enter his mouth!

This is the Tang Clan.

These are Tang Clan hidden weapons!
"Sword God Ren!" Tang Qi laughed even more heartily, "Strength can't overcome wisdom, you've lost!"

Ren Shaoyang was startled by the sound, then suddenly smiled.

The seemingly silent laugh sent shivers down his spine.

Tang Qi's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but shout, "You still dare to use your internal energy? Aren't you afraid of dying right now?"

"die?"

Ren Shaoyang grinned, "Let's see if I die or not?"

Tang Qi stared intently, and was immediately terrified.

Three silver needles were lodged between Ren Shaoyang's bright white teeth, trembling with his breathing.

"How...how is this possible!" Tang Qi exclaimed in shock.

"What's impossible?"

Ren Shaoyang abruptly shut his mouth, chewed a few large bites, and a "crunch, crunch" sound rang out. He looked up at him and gave a cold laugh:
"You have the magic needle at the bottom of the sea, I have the silver sand that spews from my mouth!"

Take a light breath.

Tang Qi instinctively tried to dodge, but unfortunately, she was too weak to move.

But then he saw a dazzling silver light before his eyes, a sight of unparalleled beauty, and then an immense force rushed towards him, causing a tearing pain in his face.

Tang Qi let out another miserable scream as the silver sand completely eroded his face and flesh, revealing his bare white bones.

He tumbled and fell like a leaf in the wind, and as he hit the ground, his two eyeballs popped out with a "plop".

His death was extremely gruesome.

(End of this chapter)