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

Chapter 365 Is this fucking the Yi Jin Jing?
How could I possibly lose?

What an arrogant statement.

But when Ren Shaoyang said it, it sounded quite ordinary.

It was as natural and casual as greeting a neighbor and asking, "Have you eaten?"

Ren Shaoyang also thinks so.

After mastering the "Mind's Movement" technique, he understood why Xiao Feng on Lonely Cloud Island was so free and unrestrained, without any shackles.

It is truly because obtaining this method is like obtaining the Tao.

The first thing to dispel is inner "obsession." One should be reasonable and clear-headed, not letting anything linger in one's mind, and not acting on victory or defeat.

With such ease and focus, I naturally become invincible.

Therefore, when he said, "How could I possibly lose?", it wasn't out of arrogance.

It is not a matter of words, but rather genuine feelings.

"it is good!"

With a loud shout, Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle charged forward from the left and right.

Iron Cavalry unleashed the Wudang secret technique "Innate Supreme Qi" with a single palm strike. This technique is characterized by its smooth and gentle nature, transforming force into softness. Its power incorporates several techniques, including softness, smoothness, precision, and skillfulness. The power originates from within and is divided into Yin and Yang, making it extremely formidable.

Yinping then unleashed the Shaolin "Great Prajna Zen Skill" with a single punch. The fist's energy was as fiery and intense as fire, surging forth like a mighty river rushing forth for miles.

Although there were many experts present, there were also Zhang Canjin, Wan Suiyu, and Liushenzhang from the Yangtze River Waterway, and Qiu Wuyi, the "Shadowless Swift" of the Beggar Clan, whose skills were unfathomable and could be called the first-class figures in the world.

Yet no one dared to say that they could withstand such an attack.

Even the Shaolin Master Tianzheng and the Wudang Master Taichan, who were known as the "pillars of martial arts," could not withstand it.

Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle were novice practitioners who had cultivated at Wudang for many years. They were well-versed in all martial arts, including the 72 Shaolin Arts.

Therefore, when Yinping used Shaolin's ultimate technique in front of Tianzheng, Tianzheng was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled at Taichan and said, "Brother Yinping's 'Great Prajna Zen Skill' is well used! He can be called a master of martial arts."

Tai Chan smiled and said, "The abbot has a broad mind."

And in the field.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled to himself, neither dodging nor avoiding, his body enveloped in black energy. Suddenly, he gathered his energy in his chest and inhaled his fist and palm!
Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle were shocked and quickly withdrew their hands.

But then Ren Shaoyang's eyebrows lit up, and three lightning-shaped battle marks reappeared on his forehead. He exhaled from his chest and abdomen, unleashing unparalleled power.

boom!
Several forces collided, producing a dull thud that made everyone's eardrums feel like they were about to burst, and their mouths gaped open.

Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle were instantly sent flying high into the air, like two birds with broken wings.

Seeing the sudden and swift change, everyone shouted and panicked.

But at that moment, a thunderclap suddenly struck down from the gloomy sky!
Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle suddenly opened their eyes.

A terrifying, awe-inspiring, and monstrous killing intent swept through the world.

Filling the entire field!

The sheer intensity of this murderous aura caused the wind and rain above the palace to suddenly cease.

The gold and silver crowns on the heads of the Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle suddenly exploded, their disheveled white hair flew wildly, their eyes rolled back, a low panting sound came, and a demonic howl followed.

Click click click.
Cracks appeared rapidly on the ground, bricks and stones scattered, and water surged, creating a truly terrifying scene.

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, still calm and collected: "Heh, how scary."

"Buzz!"

Iron Cavalry Silver Bottle spread his arms wide, his Taoist robe scattered and torn, revealing the sword mark!

At this moment, even the dark sky seemed to shrink a bit.

"kill!"

His roar shook the earth.

This shout, uttered by the two of them, was not their own aged voices at all.

On the contrary, it is extremely arrogant, extremely fierce, and extremely insane.

A pleasant male voice.

Just by hearing that voice, one can imagine that this person must be an incredibly handsome man.

At that very moment, an unimaginable surge of sword energy erupted from the sword wound on his chest!

Unrestrained and boundless, it surged straight to the earth, stirring up the wind and clouds, like countless invisible divine swords cutting in all directions, leaving shocking sword marks on the ground.

"Innate, formless protective energy!"

"Invisible, body-piercing sword energy!"

Everything in the universe moves with the flow of qi (vital energy). Flowers bloom and wither, wind and snow fall, the seasons change and flourish, rivers rush and waterfalls cascade, and the undersea currents surge—all these are governed by this principle.

Qi is formless.

However, the aura emitted by the Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle was tangible.

Its form originates from its light, like a beam of heavenly light, or firelight, radiance, or starlight!
Ultimately, this is the deadly sword light left behind by Guan Qi, the God of War, thirty years ago!

Ren Shaoyang was not the only one affected.

Everyone present saw the light before them, a light that shook the heavens and the earth, like a celestial river hanging upside down, like a torrent of humanity, unstoppable!
In an instant, "whoosh whoosh whoosh," the sword light flickered, and wherever it passed, screams rose one after another. Soldiers and officers all fell to the ground, with a red mark on their chests, dying with broken hearts.

Even the commander of the Imperial Guards was no exception.

Only those martial arts masters, with their formidable skills, could barely resist.

Zhang Canjin threw punches repeatedly, shouting, "Tai Chan, how could you let Tieqi Yinping use such terrifying skills? Are you trying to kill us? Does Wudang have the power to do everything?"

Wan Suiyu was stabbed several times with a hissing sound, covered in blood, and shouted fiercely, "Damn it, you old codger, you look honest, but you're actually full of bad intentions!"

Tai Chan frantically dodged, chuckling bitterly, "Gentlemen, this old Daoist doesn't know either, I'm completely baffled."

At this critical moment, Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, raised his fingers to the sky, and pointed his sword horizontally.

bass!
Countless sword threads floated in the air, like a black torrent, soaring into the sky and colliding with the white light that filled the sky.

Ding ding ding ding ding~
A shower of fiery rain burst forth, and a tremendous roar echoed throughout the entire Lin'an Prefecture.

In an instant, the air within a radius of ten feet seemed to boil, swirling and darting about in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound arose.

The hurricane roared, flames leaped, and a towering shadow swept over the surrounding palaces, large and small, completely engulfing them.

Boom!

The roof tiles broke, the palace roof collapsed, the pillars were destroyed, causing the palace to topple and collapse, the earth to tremble, and dust and smoke to rise everywhere.

Several skilled fighters were unable to dodge in time, and their bodies were riddled with holes by sharp pebbles.

A fierce wind swept through, uprooting trees that cracked and shattered, sending them swirling wildly through the air—a truly apocalyptic scene, utterly terrifying.

"what!"

"what!"

The white light gradually faded, and the black silk threads rippled like waves.

The aura around Iron Cavalry Silver Bottle faded, and blood spurted out with a hissing sound. It trembled violently in the air like a sieve, about to be swallowed by the black sword threads. Just then, a soft laugh came: "If it weren't for the arrival of the God of War Guan Qi, it would still be a bit lacking."

A white shadow flashed, and the black silk disappeared.

Ren Shaoyang appeared in front of them and slapped Tieqi Yinping twice in the chest.

Erdao let out a muffled groan, spitting out two mouthfuls of black blood. He was thrown a long way, and after landing, he slid rapidly towards the palace ruins.

A cry of surprise rang out, and Master Tai Chan used his Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves to lift the two bodies up. He used all his strength to barely dissipate the remaining force and stabilize the two bodies.

Upon closer inspection, they were surprised to find that although they were unconscious, they were completely unharmed, and even the shocking sword mark from thirty years ago had disappeared.

Now, the two elders, Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle, are breathing normally and sleeping peacefully with their eyes closed. They are completely unharmed, both internally and externally!

Tai Chan suddenly looked up, a tidal wave of emotions surging within him: "Sword God Ren, you..."

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "I said I would not lose." He pointed at the two men, "So, not only will they not die, but I will also heal their injuries." As he spoke, the battle marks on his forehead flickered.

"You, you really are..." Tai Chan was so mesmerized that he couldn't speak.

brush!
Ren Shaoyang flashed and landed in front of Tianzheng.

"Amitabha."

Tianzheng and the five elders in their arms simultaneously chanted a Buddhist prayer.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Master Tianzheng, you are an enlightened monk, yet you still cannot break free from your delusions. What a pity."

Tianzheng said calmly, "If you can't see through it, then you can't see through it. Being able to see the true Buddha is also a blessing."

Bao Can said, "What kind of skill is this, Sword God Ren? We are very familiar with it!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "The 'Yi Jin Jing' that rules the world."

"what?!"

The monks were greatly shocked, as if struck by lightning.

Tianzheng was even more shocked and said, "Sword God Ren, the Yi Jin Jing is a unique skill of Shaolin, and only my junior brother, the monk, has mastered it. How could you have learned it?"

He looked at the battle lines on his forehead with disbelief. "Furthermore, when did the Yi Jin Jing change into this form?"

No wonder Tianzheng lost his composure.

This top master of the righteous path, despite being the abbot of Shaolin Temple, did not practice the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), but instead focused solely on the Flicking Flower Finger technique.

In the original story, once you learn the Flicking Flower Finger technique, you cannot learn the other 71 techniques, otherwise you are likely to suffer a qi deviation and die.

However, it wasn't that he was unaware of other unique skills; on the contrary, he was quite proficient in them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to become the number one Shaolin disciple in two hundred years using only the "Finger of Flowers" technique.

His junior brother, Abbot Master of the Southern Shaolin Temple, was a master of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), with profound skill. He was able to hold his own against masters like Zhao Shirong and Liu Suifeng.

and so.

The Yi Jin Jing is definitely not like that!

Although Ren Shaoyang's Buddhist energy was extremely pure, he had also broken through the shackles of the "inner world" and merged with the energy of heaven and earth, which was beyond the comprehension of reason.

But, but this isn't the original!

Ren Shaoyang, what exactly did he learn about the Yi Jin Jing?
Tian Zheng was somewhat incredulous, but still cautiously asked, "Sword God Ren, could this be the original work of Bodhidharma?"

Upon hearing this, the five elders in the arms suddenly brightened up and stared at Ren Shaoyang's face.

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "If you want to know," he gestured, "then come and try it for yourself!"

"it is good!"

Without wasting words, Tian Zheng slowly raised his right hand, slightly bent two fingers, drew an arc in front of his chest, and then gracefully pointed.

This finger strike is elegant and graceful, like morning dew about to drip, with a subtle and almost imperceptible force, truly exquisite!
Ren Shaoyang exclaimed "Eh!" and said loudly, "In the art of finger techniques, the master has reached the pinnacle!"

At the same time, the five elders in their arms exclaimed in unison.

As Ren Shaoyang spoke, his eyebrows, eyes, breath, and facial features all exerted force simultaneously, and even the internal energy from his pores and internal organs surged forth wave after wave. Now, every part of his body had become a weapon.

The energy surged forth like a curtain of rain.

boo~
Tian Zheng's unparalleled "flower-picking finger" technique and Ren Shaoyang's strength were consumed in mid-air.

They vanished without a trace!

"The Mountain Classic!" Tian Zheng frowned. "You've even learned something from the Thirteen Limits of the Evening Realm?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "I know a lot more than that." He suddenly took a step forward, slightly raised two fingers, and quickly pointed.

"A Zen Mastery of the Precipice of a Thousand Bridging"!
The weather is getting worse.

There were no pedestrians to be seen on the streets and alleys.

Only the Imperial Guards, filling the streets, frantically rushed towards the palace.

Rumble~
A horse-drawn carriage drove up.

The carriage was extremely luxurious, with three men holding the reins at the front, each dressed in fine clothes and exuding an impressive aura.

Outside the carriage, eighteen guards, armed with guns and knives, followed silently.

If a master were to take a look, they would know that these people are all top-notch martial arts masters, each a renowned figure in their own right.

Now, they are merely guards protecting this carriage.

And the people inside this carriage were naturally no ordinary people.

He was Zhao Gou's son, or rather, his adopted son Zhao Shen!
Just then, a corner of the beaded curtain in the carriage window was lifted, and a male voice asked calmly, "How is the palace now?"

A guard near the carriage window whispered, "Your Highness, the Emperor... the Emperor has passed away."

Zhao Shen sighed and continued, "Have they caught the person?"

"Not yet. Ren is arrogant and rebellious, and the Imperial Guards have suffered heavy casualties. Now, masters from Shaolin and Wudang are going to assist us. We will corner him in front of the Chuigong Hall."

"Block?" Zhao Shen scoffed. "Who's blocking whom, really?"

The guard's expression was complicated, only noticing the Crown Prince's tone today.

How sarcastic and weird!

But as a member of the Crown Prince's household, he couldn't and dared not say anything.

At this time, the sky grew darker and darker, with heavy, dark clouds spreading everywhere.

Suddenly, the sound of frantic hoofbeats came from the sky.

Then they saw seven horses coming towards them from the opposite direction.

Tall horses, tall people.

Six burly men galloped on horseback, each carrying a different weapon: spears, grappling hooks, bronze spears, leather saddles, leather whips, and iron chains. They brandished them incessantly, creating a formidable spectacle.

Behind the six men was a taller, black horse, as black as iron, trotting slowly without a whip or bridle.

Immediately there was an extremely tall man, whose posture while sitting on the horse was as lofty as if he were standing on the horse.

He took a whip, the front of which was made of iron and tied to his wrist, the middle of which was a long rope with several movable loops, and the end was a leather whip, as flexible and agile as a venomous snake.

"Ah! Iron Cavalry Demons!" The attendant's face turned ashen as he cried out, "The Power Gang is here! Protect His Highness the Crown Prince!"

(End of this chapter)