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

Chapter 372 My Hand!

People, right?

Don't be too sarcastic.

Ding'an and Hongxiu are fighting so fiercely that their brains are practically popping out of their heads.

Ren Shaoyang made his appearance and immediately drew ridicule from the audience.

Who are these two people?

A peerless witch who skinned Zhu Xiawu alive, and a simpleton who went mad and shattered Li Chenzhou.

You, a mere swordsman who failed to kill Yan Kuangtu, dare to bark like a dog here.

It's just too attractive to hatred.

Ding An sighed and pointed at him.

Hongxiu nodded with a stern face.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands on his hips and shouted, "I can see it now, ha, with your red eyes, you really do look a bit like Junior Sister Feng! Little beggar, are you not wearing any underwear underneath? Oh dear, this is indecent, hurry back to the donkey cart and change your clothes!"

Suddenly, Ding'an and the little beggar flashed, a streak of fire and a streak of blood rushing away.

The next moment, shouts were mixed with whooshing sounds, swords clashed, and waves roared.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang cried out in pain, then shouted, "Little beggar, don't push your luck! Do you really think I wouldn't dare to beat you up?"

But then Hongxiu laughed and said, "Haha, you cripple, serves you right for being so foul-mouthed!"

Even when Ding'an was possessed by a demon, he still spat out with red eyes, "I'll beat you to death!"

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed in surprise, "Damn, you can still curse people even when you're possessed by a demon?" Suddenly realizing what was happening, he shouted, "Are you using your demonic possession as an excuse to act recklessly?"

Ding An chuckled, and the two cursed at each other, the clanging of swords and the cracking of fists and feet filling the air.

Seeing that they were getting further and further away from each other, Hongxiu quickly sheathed her sword, grabbed a willow tree, and smashed it down on them.

Click!

Ren Shaoyang kicked the willow tree into the air, shattering it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ding An slashed at his crotch with his knife.

"My darn thing!"

Ren Shaoyang was shocked and quickly covered his groin and backed away.

The three men leaped several meters into the air, swept across the street, and then one after the other scaled the city wall of Lizheng Gate, where they engaged in another fierce battle. Their speed and ferocity were truly astonishing.

At that moment, a commotion arose, and the Imperial Guards surged in from all sides, weapons in hand, staring at the city walls.

Three figures appeared and disappeared there, engaged in a fierce battle.

At this moment, they had reached a critical point in their battle, each unleashing their most powerful skills.

Ren Shaoyang stuck his sword threads in various places on the city wall, his figure like a flowing light and a phantom, darting around the field.

The little beggar was not to be outdone; he unleashed "Blood in the Wind" and his speed was on par with his, making the two seem to be in a relatively still space.

They exchanged a glance and nodded.

Even if Ding'an had mastered the "Fengliu" technique, he still couldn't match the speed of the two. He could only roar angrily as his eagle blade spun around him, going straight and without any fancy moves.

Even so, despite their overwhelming momentum, the two were unable to break through Ding'an's defenses.

The three fought more and more fiercely, and then Ren Shaoyang's sword blade shot through the air like a nimble snake, slashing out.

Ding An quickly sidestepped to avoid it.

But the dragon-capturing creature took a detour and suddenly slashed at his neck.

As the Dragon-Capturing Sword transformed into a sky full of black light, spinning and slashing with unpredictable movements, Liang Dou, who had rushed over, watched from afar and felt that the sword blade curved and twisted in mid-air as if it were a legendary immortal's flying sword. He couldn't help but sigh:
"When the three of them fight, that will be the real battle of the world!"

Dang Dang Dang!
Ding'an was stabbed several times, sparks flew from his body, and fire came out of his mouth and nose.

Suddenly, a flash of blood-red light appeared, and Hongxiu had already flashed to Ding'an's side, slashing out with the demonic blade.

Ding Anyi moved his hand, pressing down on the Demon Blade, and then used the Eagle Blade to slash at the little beggar again.

Ren Shaoyang shouted, and the sword blade shot out. At this moment, true energy was poured in, and with a hissing sound, the sword blade pierced out from an unexpected direction.

"what!"

Ding An was so angry that his eyes were about to burst, but he had no choice but to parry with his sword again.

As the swords clashed, Ding'an suddenly felt his blade sink into nothingness, as if he had struck air.

"good chance!"

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu were overjoyed. Seeing that Ding An's left and right hands were under control, they immediately rushed forward.

One man uses the "Great Vajra Divine Power" to its fullest extent, imbuing each punch and kick with the power of the ten directions.

One of them unleashed the "Heavenly Wrath True Qi," each punch like a thunderbolt.

In an instant, on the Lizheng Gate city wall, three people tumbled and rolled, making a loud noise, causing broken stones to fall from the city gate and dust to rise everywhere.

After watching for a while, one of the officers of the Imperial Guards on the ground realized what was happening and shouted, "The three villains are here! Let's fire arrows at them!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped to the ground.

The officer lay on the ground, covering his face and looking up, when he heard Liang Dou say indifferently, "Do you want the three villains to go to the palace again?"

"what!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers all lowered their heads and put down their bows and arrows.

Ren Jianshen alone assassinated the emperor and almost destroyed the palace. Now the three of them are together.

Who knows what kind of trouble might result from provoking them!

Just then, the situation on the city wall suddenly changed.

Ren Shaoyang's figure flashed, and his punch, as swift as the wind scattering fallen leaves, landed on Ding An's chest.

Ding'an was entangled by the little beggar and couldn't dodge at all. He could only gather his strength in his chest and take the punch head-on.

Ren Shaoyang's punch, imbued with the power of "Great Vajra Divine Power" and "Yi Jin Jing Black Floating Pagoda," possessed the might to shatter clouds and break rocks. Even Ding An, with his ability, could not withstand it. He was instantly struck so hard that his seven orifices blazed with fire, and he shot fiercely into the sky!
Hongxiu landed on the ground and shouted without stopping for a moment, "Ready!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Okay."

Just then, a howl from Ding'an suddenly rang out from the sky again: "Fire will burn the city!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Dou was terrified and immediately shouted to the Imperial Guards, "Run!"

Without him needing to say more, once they witnessed the devastation in the western city, they naturally felt lingering fear of this "Number One Blade Under Heaven." The Imperial Guards threw down their weapons, shouted wildly, and fled back the way they came, completely routed.

A large fireball slowly rose from the sky. Countless flames flowed along the blade of the Eagle Blade, just as it was about to burst forth.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and Hongxiu rushed in front of him, grabbing Ding'an's collar with both hands, and chuckled: "Little beggar, you idiot!"

boom!
It smashed right into his nose!

Ding An screamed in agony, blood gushing from his nose. With a flick of his prosthetic arm, he unleashed a barrage of blows, raining down on the little beggar like a storm.

Just then, a few "whoosh" sounds were heard.

The pitch-black blade, like the tentacles of a monster writhing in the night, shot out from under his armpit and sliced ​​into the base of his prosthetic arm.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere.

click!
Ding An suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and his bloodshot eyes widened in shock.

Incredibly, he mechanically and slowly turned his head, only to find the place empty out of the corner of his eye.

"Ah~~!"

Ding'an looked ashen-faced, his eyes were bloodshot, and he howled loudly.

He suddenly looked up, blood streaming from his eyes, and roared ferociously, "Give me back my hand!" He flipped his left hand, about to slash out with his knife.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind me: "Have you had enough?"

Ding An flipped his wrist and slashed backhand with a knife.

Unexpectedly, Ren Shaoyang was even faster, and his two white, jade-like fists were already striking out.

The two peaks penetrate the ears!
With a loud bang, he slammed both fists into Ding'an's temples.

"Ouch~!"

The force was so great that it almost shattered Ding'an's skull. He saw a field of golden stars before his eyes, and as the world spun around him, he plummeted straight down.

With a "plop," he plunged into the puddle, splashing water high into the air.

It twitched a few times, then remained motionless.

Swipe!

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu landed beside Ding An, looking helpless.

"Is your broken hand alright?"

"I didn't use my full strength."

Ren Shaoyang turned Ding An over and saw that his eyes were closed and he was snoring loudly.

He actually fell fast asleep!

Ren Shaoyang lifted his eyelids, glanced at him, and then smiled, "All done."

Hongxiu put her hands on her hips, shook her head and laughed, "I never thought that even being possessed by a demon could be beaten back up."

"Hehe, he's not going down a dead end."

"Ding'an is awake, will she be very depressed?"

"As long as he has the bigger fist, he will regulate himself."

"Ouch!" Hongxiu elbowed him and pointed at An's empty right hand. "His prosthetic hand is gone!"

Ren Shaoyang soared into the air and floated back down, holding the prosthetic arm in one hand. He shook it a few times and sighed, "This generation of steel prosthetic arm has completed its mission."

"Snapped!"

Hongxiu slapped her forehead and said helplessly, "Ding'an is about to start howling!"

"What should we do then? If I don't cut off the prosthetic arm, you'll be beaten to a pulp."

"I'm afraid he'll wake up and hang himself."

"Relax, relax!" Ren Shaoyang carried Ding An on his shoulder and laughed, "He's not that bad."

"What if?"

"Then I'll find him another one."

“That’s right!” The little beggar clapped his hands and followed closely behind, “Crippled man, you said there was a prosthetic arm called ‘Hidden Dragon’?”

Ren Shaoyang's lips twitched: "Little beggar, if this thing is installed and Ding'an goes mad again, it will truly be a cataclysmic disaster!"

"What's there to be afraid of? We'll design an unlocking device, then we can just snap it off a few times, right?"

"Eh~? That's true!"
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The sky was clear, the rain had just stopped, the mountains were shimmering, and the sunshine was wonderful.

The three villains wreaked havoc in Lin'an Prefecture, then drove away in a carefree manner.

Another great battle has broken out in the imperial city.

The process involved remains unknown to most.

Liang Dou, alone with his sword and his "Ten Tigers of Guangdong and Guangxi," wiped out the remaining forces of the Power Gang and Zhu Datianwang in Lin'an City.

Subsequently, Yang Yizhong, under Zhao Shen's instruction, took control of the Imperial Guards and used the opportunity to purge the Jin spies in the city.

This day marks the collapse of the old era and the beginning of a new one.

At least.

The story revolves around Zhao Shen, who has been reformed and armed with new ideas (ps: historically, this Emperor Xiaozong of Song was indeed one of the most accomplished emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty), the secret service chief Yang Yizhong, and the upright and honest gentleman Liang Dou.

These three, no matter what, are better than the scum in the original history.

On the battlefields of the Northern Expedition, good news kept pouring in.

Riding the momentum of his great victory in capturing Bianjing, Yue Shuai headed straight for Huanglong.

Xiao Qiushui led his "Sworn Brothers of the Divine Land" and Ouyang Du followed with his Netherworld Blood Slaves.

With these two unparalleled masters by his side, Yue Shuai's safety would be guaranteed.

Although Wanyan Heng of the Jin Dynasty escaped the pursuit of Yan Kuangtu and survived with injuries, he was powerless to reverse the overwhelming tide of events.

During this period, Xiao Qiushui also took on a disciple named Zhuo Zangfeng.

Not to be outdone, Ouyang Du also took on a disciple named Luo Xueting.

Talented individuals emerge in every generation, and in the future, these exceptional figures will create even more stories centered around the "Heavenly Garment True Qi".

Now, everyone's attention is focused on those three unparalleled bumpkins.

However, on the official road leading north, a terrifying scream suddenly rang out:
"My hand!"

(End of this chapter)