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

Chapter 369 Heavenly Garment True Qi (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month!)
After listening to Ren Shaoyang's words.

Yan Kuangtu's eyes dimmed, like a torch that had burned out, and he laughed, "Shao Liulei, is being treated like an untrained old dog."

"Heh, so you just softened your heart?"

"I was seriously injured back then, and it was only with his care that I was able to slowly recover," Yan Kuangtu said calmly. "I was gradually starting to trust him, but who knew he would betray me in the end."

"Like Li Chenzhou?"

"He's different!"

"no the same?"

Yan Kuangtu grinned: "Li Chenzhou is the lion who is vying with me for the throne, while Shao Liulei is just an old dog I use to pass the time."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Heh, I didn't expect the old dog to bite you back."

Yan Kuangtu ripped open his shirt, revealing his scarred chest. Pointing to three sword wounds, he chuckled and said, "Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more, and I would have been stabbed through the heart!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "But in the end, he was still frightened by you and didn't dare to stab you with the final blow."

"Hmph!" Yan Kuangtu laughed arrogantly, "He cherishes his life when it comes to great things, but he forgets his life when it comes to small gains! I captured that old dog Shao Liulei three days ago and stabbed him a full 178 times. Even when he was a lump of mud, he was still conscious. He only died howling in agony when the last stab was pulled out!"

Ren Shaoyang remained expressionless and commented indifferently, "Very arrogant and bloody."

"I am the most madman in the world!"

"Then why didn't you dare come to Lin'an to kill Zhao Gou?"

Yan Kuangtu was stunned for a moment, then remained silent for a long time before suddenly laughing: "I may be crazy, but compared to you, I'm not crazy enough."

Ren Shaoyang walked over and stood in front of Yan Kuangtu.

Yan Kuangtu looked at him and said loudly, "To be honest, I envy you."

"Envious of my lawlessness?"

"That's right!"

"You can do it too, so why not?"

"I can slaughter rivers of blood in the martial arts world," Yan Kuangtu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "but I've never thought of offending the root of all evil."

"Ha, that's why you failed back then."

"Why do you say that?" Yan Kuangtu's eyes narrowed.

"You clearly possess unparalleled martial arts skills," Ren Shaoyang said calmly, flicking his nails, "yet you lack ambition, seeking only a carefree life. Instead of uniting capable individuals, you indiscriminately slaughter people. If you don't fail, who will?"

Yan Kuangtu's eyebrows shot up: "In this world, no one but you dares to curse me like that."

"So what if I scold you?" Ren Shaoyang laughed. "If you are truly superhuman, like Guan Qi, you can fight the world alone and then break through the void and disappear. I, Ren, will respect you."

Yan Kuangtu was unable to suppress his anger. A murderous glint flashed between his brows, and his face immediately darkened: "You think I'm inferior to Guan Qi?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "He has a greater spirit and is more decisive than you."

"How brave!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

"I'll praise your mother!" Yan Kuangtu laughed angrily. "Fine, I'll see if the 'White-Clad Sword God' is all talk and no action!"

"You dare to scold me?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways and said indifferently, "Make your move."

Yan Kuangtu's eyes flashed coldly, and he moved his feet.

A dark shadow flashed a few times, and then, with a whoosh, a large slab of bluestone on the ground flew up one after another, like a whirlwind, rushing towards Ren Shaoyang.

These bluestone slabs have been laid for over a hundred years, sturdily solidified by the trampling of people and horses and the rolling of wheels.

With a casual wave of his hand, as if flipping open a sheet of paper, Yan Kuangtu instantly overturned it into a massive stone wall over ten feet long, which then crashed down with tremendous force.

Such divine skill is simply incomparable to that of Tianzheng and others!

Ren Shaoyang flipped his wrist, unleashing a lightning-fast dragon-capturing slash that swept diagonally across the room.

bass!
The stone slab was cut diagonally, split in two, and crashed down beside Ren Shaoyang with a thud, splashing water all over the ground.

Suddenly, a large hand, resembling a palm leaf fan, reached out, its power surging forth like layers of raging waves, rushing forward.

But the white-robed young man in front of her flickered and vanished like mist.

boom!
A burst of fire erupted from the ground, extremely conspicuous in the dark, rainy night.

The palm struck the ground several feet deep, its edge sparkling like unburnt embers emitting billowing smoke.

Yan Kuangtu, who had just unleashed a palm strike, was not pleased. Instead, he looked surprised and made a diagonal gesture to block.

Damn!
Several sword blades flashed wildly.

A few cries rang out, like a crane spreading its wings and crying as it flew by.

The sword light suddenly shifted, flashing like a Kongming lantern, illuminating the surrounding night sky.

Yan Kuangtu felt the sword energy rushing towards him like a raging flood, unstoppable. He raised his left arm half a foot and drew a circle to block it.

Dang Dang Dang Dang!
The sparks flickered and shimmered.

The shockwaves from the clash of fists and swords swept across all directions as if they were tangible, and in an instant, the stone slabs beneath their feet rippled like paper, completely transforming the entire street.

The shops on both sides were smashed to pieces, bricks and tiles flew everywhere, leaving only wooden frames.

The plaque at Lizheng Gate was torn to shreds with a snap.

The water waves are layered in hundreds of layers, and the dust waves are layered in thousands of layers.

When everything settled down, the streets were unrecognizable; the stone slabs had turned into mud, and countless sword marks stretched for dozens of feet.

It was shocking to watch.

At the same time, two figures, one in black and one in white, stood facing each other.

Ren Shaoyang, holding the Dragon-Capturing Sword, turned pale and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Kuangtu, on the other hand, looked at the black robe he was wearing with a strange expression.

Suddenly, pieces of the magnificent black and gold robe began to fall, and in the blink of an eye, the upper body was exposed to the wind and rain.

Slowly, a scar across the shoulder and ribs appeared.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Yan Kuangtu clapped his hands and laughed. "Is this the 'Sword God' that Guan Qi has always been so fond of?"

Ren Shaoyang clutched his chest and slowly took a breath.

His chest had been struck by a palm, causing it to collapse. Now, after catching his breath, he was slowly rebuilding his chest and resetting the broken bones.

"Ren has not been injured for a long time."

"You've even learned the 'Mountain Classic'?"

"Yes."

Yan Kuangtu's eyes lit up, and he chuckled, "I've long heard that this martial art is incredibly magical; I'm truly envious." Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, and with a clang, a five-foot-long sword flashed out: "Again!"

"Wait!" Yan Kuangtu waved his hand.

"what?"

Yan Kuangtu chuckled: "Thirty years have passed, and you've been relying on the 'Divine Sword' to capture dragons all this time?"

"I don't rely on it, I rely on you?" Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways.

"Hmph! You're not even as good as Guan Qi!"

"Fuck away!"

Yan Kuangtu shook his head: "Ren Shaoyang, you are hailed as the Sword God, yet you only ever rely on capturing dragons. I can't help but ask, are you a Sword God or a mere swordsman?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "You fucking insulted me again?"

"That's right!" Yan Kuangtu shouted, pointing his halberd. "Without capturing the dragon, what are you? And what are you anyway?"

"The most handsome man in the martial arts world, the leader of the three fierce men in the north, the dream of countless young women in the martial arts world."

Ren Shaoyang scoffed, "Will it work?"

Yan Kuangtu was stunned, never expecting the person in front of him to be such a rogue.

In the blink of an eye.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, and the Dragon Capture suddenly twisted in mid-air, bending into a large arc, like a nimble snake flying away, swiftly thrusting forward.

Yan Kuangtu felt countless stars flash before his eyes, but then heard a series of soft hissing sounds as his shoulder, elbow, hand, and knee were struck by swords at the same time, and blood spurted out immediately!

With a few whooshing sounds, a streak of blue light leaped up and approached again.

"You scoundrel!" Yan Kuangtu glared and roared, raising his left fist.

Just as Ren Shaoyang's sword flashed, his iron fist, which had been launched later, arrived first, like a hawk leaping and a snake soaring. Midway through its flight, it suddenly transformed from a fist into a palm and slammed into his chest!
Ren Shaoyang spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling his scalp tighten as if he were being gripped by a strange, divine force descending from the sky. He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Yan Kuangtu laughed loudly, his palm pressed tightly against Ren Shaoyang's chest. A wisp of white smoke shot up from above his head, reaching the sky, followed by a surge of the essence of heaven and earth pouring into him. The sword wounds on his body slowly healed, and his aura grew stronger and stronger.

A square-faced man, his eyes gleaming, slowly approached, grinning maliciously, "Sword God Ren, how does it taste?"

As he spoke, a strange aura surged forth, firmly drawing Ren Shaoyang in. This aura continuously devoured his inner strength, as if a gluttonous beast were trying to consume him.

Ren Shaoyang's face grew even paler, but his expression remained cold as he spoke, enunciating each word clearly: "Heavenly Clothes True Qi!"

"That's right!"

Yan Kuangtu laughed loudly, "This is the Heavenly Garment True Qi created by Wang Chong during the reign of Emperor Shenzong!" The heat in his palm suddenly intensified, the red light was dazzling, and an overwhelming and irresistible suction force emanated from his palm.

Ren Shaoyang's face twitched, as if his Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and Pericardium Meridian were about to be destroyed.

But he remained calm: "The martial arts technique you stole from Wanyan Heng?"

"Nonsense! How could I recover so quickly if I didn't steal it?"

"You used the Heavenly Garment True Qi to absorb other people's power?"

"Yup!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and looked at him with pity: "You've turned the main road to heaven into a side path. I have to admit I'm impressed."

Enraged, Yan Kuangtu roared, "Wait until I drain all your power, then let's see what you mean by 'great road' and 'small road'!"

As he paused, Ren Shaoyang suddenly felt the suction force increase dramatically. The "monster" was almost frantically absorbing his flesh, essence, and internal energy.

"How interesting." Ren Shaoyang's voice remained calm, but there was a hint of mockery in his words. "Someone actually dares to absorb the Yi Jin Jing!"

His eyes snapped open, his gaze becoming tangible, and two black sword shadows shot out from the sky.

Yan Kuangtu's eyes dimmed, and he felt a hallucination appear, in which he clearly saw his internal organs, bones and meridians.

Just then, a shrunken figure in white leaped out from the black sword shadows, wielding a long sword that swiftly pierced the space between the eyebrows.

puff!
A gash suddenly split open between Yan Kuangtu's brows, dripping with blood, but he still opened his eyes and shouted, "What bizarre swordsmanship!"

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood at Ren Shaoyang's face, the force of which was no less than that of Old Madam Tang's "Tang Flower".

Without stopping, he suddenly exerted force, unleashing the power of his palm.

Ren Shaoyang also spat out a mouthful of blood, which collided with the incoming blood, making a hissing sound.

With a sudden downward movement, a sword blade shot out from the back of Yan Kuangtu's neck, deftly flicking upwards and instantly striking three vital acupoints on Yan Kuangtu's chest.

Yan Kuangtu's head was throbbing with pain, yet he still reacted swiftly. His palm transformed into two fingers, and he swiftly stabbed the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. The change of move was as fast as lightning.

If Ren Shaoyang doesn't sheathe his sword, he'll probably get another hole in his head.

"Hmph, trying to outdo me in ruthlessness?"

Ren Shaoyang grinned maliciously, his body surged with black energy, and when he raised his head, three bright battle marks appeared on his forehead!
He was determined to meet Yan Kuangtu's sword finger head-on with his forehead!
When Yan Kuangtu saw how resolute he was, he felt flustered, but having been forced to this point, he also became ruthless.

"laugh!"

Just as a candle flame was suddenly lit, wisps of black smoke rose simultaneously from Yan Kuangtu's temples and forehead.

A strange and wild energy suddenly surged, and a bewitching black aura was growing wildly and spreading out from the fingertip.

The two of them, neither willing to give way, clashed fiercely!

"puff!"

"puff!"

The Dragon-Capturing Sword plunged into Yan Kuangtu's left eye, causing blood to splatter everywhere. Just as it was about to continue stabbing, Yan Kuangtu grabbed it with his left hand, preventing it from being fully effective.

A burst of blood erupted from Ren Shaoyang's forehead, as Yan Kuangtu had slashed open his brow with a finger, revealing a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain!
It resembles the divine eyes of Erlang Shen, or the demonic eyes of Nie Feng, or even the sword eyes of the Sword Saint Long Er!

(P.S.: As a sword god, how could he not have a bloodstain between his eyebrows?)
Two plops.

The two were sent flying backwards and crashed to the ground!
Ren Shaoyang and Yan Kuangtu struggled to their feet and looked at each other in bewilderment.

One had squinty eyes, the other had a face covered in blood.

Neither of them could speak.

He was cursing inwardly at the same time: "Damn, that's strong?!"

For a moment, the long street fell silent, the rain pattered softly, and everything was still.

suddenly.

Flames soared into the sky from the west!

An endless, lawless, and terrifying raging fire exploded with a deafening roar!

Ren Shaoyang and Yan Kuangtu blushed and turned their heads away at the same time.

A scream of extreme pain rang out, echoing throughout the entire city!
"The city is engulfed in flames!"

Ren Shaoyang's expression changed: "Holy crap!"

(End of this chapter)