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

Chapter 382 Don’t come over!

The sudden rain had just stopped, and the mountain scenery was shrouded in mist.

This is a vast wasteland, seemingly at least a hundred acres in size.

As far as the eye can see, there is only desolation. Even flowers, trees, and animals are rare, let alone any trace of human presence.

Here, there is only a solitary grave, surrounded by no weeds, with the six characters "Tomb of my beloved wife, Jieyu" clearly engraved on the tombstone. The strokes are broken and intermittent, indicating that the engraver was filled with intense emotions, grief and indignation.

Not far from the solitary grave, there stands a huge rock.

On the rock, a red figure sat slumped, panting heavily.

The wind blew incessantly, causing the man's crimson robe to billow and flutter; it also caused his white beard and hair to fly wildly; and it made his sword heart, which was gradually becoming dusty, even more obscure.

The old man looked very tired.

With his back to the setting sun, head bowed, he sat silently for a long time, motionless, only his shadow lengthening with the setting sun.

The old man's eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if all that accompanied him, besides the desolate graves and the setting sun, was boundless loneliness and eternal desolation.
suddenly!

The silence was shattered!
All that could be heard was the neighing of hooves as a herd of horses galloped toward this place!

A swarm of men charged toward the old man like a whirlwind, sending grass and trees flying, their momentum overwhelming. These men were all in a frenzied state, their advance fierce and determined to crush the old man on the stone under their iron hooves.

The old man didn't even look up, but slowly uttered a sentence: "You are not him, what are you doing here?"

The voice was unusually low and slow, so slow it couldn't be slower.

Sudden.

Horses neighed, people screamed, and the sound of swords clashing pierced the sky!
The iron cavalry that charged in front of him was instantly torn to pieces, screaming in agony. Then, with a loud "thud," blood and flesh were scattered dozens of feet away.

A bloody path suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
Even along the blood-soaked path, wisps of steam still rose, and the stench of blood filled the air.

The old man let out a long sigh: "The hero's sword reflects the world, the divine blade is proud and unparalleled, yet nameless. Nameless, you will not die so easily!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly looked up and glanced sideways at the person in front of him.

"Peerless swordsman!"

A sudden, sharp sword cry rang out!
A few dozen feet away, a dead tree snapped and slowly fell to either side.

Following the suddenly clear view, the old man saw a man in a white robe with wide sleeves, tall and straight, no more than twenty years old, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose and square mouth, and plump skin, handsome and dignified.

A bloodstain on his forehead gleamed with a scarlet light, exuding a murderous aura.

But in the old man's eyes, it seemed as if the Heavenly Gate had opened and a divine light had shone down. This person seemed to have come riding on the divine light, flowing gently and leisurely in a desolate place, like a celestial being descending to earth.

"Good!" A glimmer of light flashed in the old man's lifeless eyes.

"How good is it?" The man in the white robe walked up to him and stopped.

"Your mastery of the sword is outrageous."

"I am very pleased to receive such high praise from the Sword Saint."

"Sword Saint?" The old man shook his head and smiled, a bitter and desolate smile. "I abandoned my sword, buried my name, and went into seclusion! What face do I have to mention the words 'Sword Saint' again?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at him with pity, then suddenly said, "You're about to die."

"Yes," the Sword Saint laughed, "it's not far off."

"So, before you die, you want to settle things with Nameless one last time?"

"Heh, what is there to worry about in death? What is there to fear in death? The only thing I am unwilling to do is die peacefully. I want to shine brightly in my remaining days!"

"Glory?" Ren Shaoyang chuckled in surprise. "I believe your glory will be earth-shattering."

"What a pity." The Sword Saint suddenly sighed, "You are not him, you two are not alike at all."

"If you say that I resemble Wuming Wanwan," Ren Shaoyang laughed, "then I'll take it as a curse."

"I've been separated from my family for the past few days and I'm really fuming. I'm going to take it out on you!"

"Use me to relieve your anger?"

The Sword Saint rolled his eyes and sneered, "Young man, you think you're all that just because I praised you a few times?"

Ren Shaoyang remained noncommittal, then suddenly sighed softly: "Have you ever considered that you can't decide other people's lives?"

The Sword Saint said calmly, "If you can, you can also decide my life."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled lightly, "If you want to fight Xiong Ba, then go ahead." A slight smirk played on his lips, "Why did you have to kill Gong Lan and her son?"

"Ok?"

The Sword Saint rose to his feet, his red robes billowing, all his dejection vanished.

A chilling sword aura raged across the wilderness, howling and echoing endlessly.

"Where did you know that?"

"Ha, if you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place!"

After the old swordsman came out of the mountain, he did two things: one was to find his nemesis, Nameless, and the other was to kill a mother and her child.

Yes, a country woman and her son.

This village woman was named Gong Lan. She was the granddaughter of Gong Ping, a subordinate of the Sword Saint's grandfather. She had feelings for the Sword Saint but they were unrequited. Twenty years ago, she was driven out of Wushuang City by the Sword Saint and married a villager.

Seven days ago, the old swordsman went to the World Society to issue a challenge, and then went to that mountain village, where he killed Gong Lan and her son with a single sword strike.
The Sword Saint said calmly, "My lifespan is nearing its end. I killed her to fulfill my wish, to clear my mind of all distractions, and to deal with Xiong Ba."

"Killing a village woman and her son is enough to fulfill your wish?"

The Sword Saint said, enunciating each word clearly: "What I have abandoned must be taken back. If I cannot take it back, then I can only destroy it, destroy it completely, so that I will have no regrets and can fight Xiong Ba with all my might!"

Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed, and he sneered, "I understand now. You're not fulfilling your wish at all; you're clearly offering a human sacrifice to the sword before the battle!"

"Think what you want," the Sword Saint said casually. "I have only ever lived and died with the sword. How you see me is irrelevant."

"Human sacrifice for swords, huh." Ren Shaoyang grinned, "It doesn't seem like a custom from the Central Plains, but rather a Japanese habit!"

"court death!"

Sword Saint frowned, feeling that Ren Shaoyang's insults were too vulgar. He flicked his fingers and swept them across.

Damn!

A ray of dazzling sword light moved with his fingertips, drawing the character "一".

This sword strike is extremely simple and straightforward; it doesn't even involve bending the elbow or flicking the wrist—it's just a flat, even stroke.

This is the simplest and most orthodox sword strike in the world. Because of its simplicity and directness, it is focused and therefore powerful.

This is the Holy Spirit Sword Technique – "Sword One".

With just this one sword strike, almost no one in the entire Central Plains martial arts world could withstand it; before they could even react, they were already ready to be slaughtered.

Faced with this sword, Ren Shaoyang neither dodged nor evaded, but stood calmly with his hands at his sides.

The sword strike landed on him, but it vanished without a trace, as if a clay ox had entered the sea.

"Ok?"

The Sword Saint's eyes dimmed, like a torch that had burned out.

"Ha!" Ren Shaoyang's eyes suddenly widened. Without moving his feet or raising his hands, a powerful sword aura burst forth.

Sword Saint felt a tightness in his chest, but his hands didn't stop. The departing sword energy suddenly transformed into two, splitting into two beams of light that flew towards Ren Shaoyang to the left and right.

This swordsmanship is as smooth as flowing water and drifting clouds. Before the momentum of "Sword One" was even finished, it had already turned into "Sword Two". The Sword Saint's ultimate skill, "Holy Spirit Sword Technique", is indeed powerful!

"Life is but a dream, why bother toiling away?" Ren Shaoyang remained unmoved, instead coldly saying, "It's time for you to wake up from your dream!"

As he spoke, a sharp glint flashed in the white-robed man's eyes, and he flicked his fingers lightly.

A sharp sword beam flashed through the air, clang! It met two sword energies head-on.

Dust and sand billowed up from the wasteland, creating a dust column more than two zhang high, propelled by the sword energy of the two. The booming explosions continued unabated, and the world was instantly shrouded in mist.

The two stood facing each other.

Ren Shaoyang lowered his head, looking at a hole in his sleeve, waiting for the explosion to subside.

The sword's edge dissipated, and the world fell silent. He suddenly smiled gently, a smile as bright and warm as the afternoon sun in autumn.

"What a fine sword technique, it's a pity it was created by a scoundrel."

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

The Sword Saint ignored him, forming a sword finger and standing upright, "I never expected to see a peerless swordsman like you instead of Nameless."

"My name is Ren Shaoyang. You haven't heard of me."

"Ren Shaoyang?" The Sword Saint frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I haven't heard of him."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "I also have a nickname."

"Oh?"

People call me the 'Sword God'.

"Ha! How arrogant!" The Sword Saint's eyes widened. "Before me and Nameless, who dares to call themselves the God of Swords?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed and said, "This title was given to me by the elders and folks of my village." He then changed the subject, "Who would keep calling themselves the 'Sword God,' crowning themselves and claiming to be invincible?"

The Sword Saint remained noncommittal.

In fact, aside from Nameless and the ultimate battle with Lord Conqueror.

There was nothing left in the world that he cared about.

The Sword Saint vanished from his spot, charging forward with his fingers outstretched, sword energy roaring, his entire being like a colossal sword, thrusting straight at the enemy!

This sword strike was incredibly domineering, causing the earth to churn wherever it passed, as if cleaving through waves, and the entire world was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.

This is "JX3"!
The Sword Saint himself is that third, merciless, and deadly sword!

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, raised his hand and flicked it, saying, "The Flowing Wine Sword."

The sky was clear and the spring sunshine was gentle and bright. The boundless wasteland seemed to be disturbed by the sword energy, and the wild grass jumped up and fell one after another.

With a clang, a jet-black blade shot out from beneath the Sword Saint's feet.

The Sword Saint's expression changed, and he shouted, "Good!" He leaped up and stood up.

The pitch-black sword blade, like a giant python leaping out, was like a gust of wind rising from the ground, quickly forming a storm and tearing into a tornado more than ten feet long.

But then it suddenly shrank, shrinking into a sword that shone with brilliant light.

A straight stab to the swordsman's throat!

Facing such an exquisite sword, the Sword Saint remained in mid-air without dodging. No one could dodge such a divine sword, not even the Nameless.

However, not dodging does not mean not responding.

His red robe fluttered, and he reached out his palm into the raging wind.

Internal energy, killing intent, and sword energy were immediately stirred up, unleashing a frenzied backlash.

Dang Dang Dang Dang!
Sword light flashed, the heavens and earth were in chaos, and countless sword energies cut the earth with sword marks.

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly: "Sword Four, Sword Eight, Sword Thirteen, Sword Twenty-Two! Good, really good!"

The white robe was invaded by black mist, and black sword light burst forth in all directions.

The world instantly turned pitch black, as if even heaven and earth could not withstand Ren Shaoyang's sword energy. The sword saint's red robes were faintly visible in the black light.

Suddenly, the moonlight returned to its clear state, the night deepened, and mist began to rise.

The world suddenly fell silent.

Two figures, one in red and one in white, stood facing each other once again.

The Sword Saint stared at the white-robed figure opposite him for a long time before slowly speaking, "Sword God?"

Ren Shaoyang, holding the Dragon-Capturing Sword, smiled and said, "Yes!"

The Sword Saint's expression turned solemn as he said earnestly, "If you rely solely on this miraculous sword, you cannot be called a Sword God!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "I would like to hear the details?"

The Sword Saint laughed and said, "You'll understand when you can face Nameless without using this sword."

"The Heavenly Sword is Nameless, huh?" Ren Shaoyang murmured.

"What!" The Sword Saint's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "What Heavenly Sword?!"
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In the stillness of the night, deep in the Tianshan Mountains.

A vast array of pavilions and towers are built against the mountain, majestic and imposing, leaving visitors in awe.

A bloodcurdling scream suddenly echoed from the back of the mountain.

"Don't come any closer!!!"
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P.S.: I originally wanted to use "Ethereal Sword Technique," but I really don't understand Jin Guang. After struggling for a whole day, I changed it to "Wind and Moon Sword Qi."
(End of this chapter)