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

Chapter 391 In Excellent Condition

The sky gradually darkened, and a thin mist drifted around.

The Yuelai Inn lit up one by one the dim, wind-blown lanterns, which swayed gently in the mist, like a sleepy eye.

Ren Shaoyang sat upright in the room, comprehending the "Wind and Moon Sword Qi".

This martial art originated from Bu Feiyan's martial arts world.

In this world, the two strongest people are Yang Yizhi and Zhuo Wangsun.

There are also two of the strongest martial arts.

The first is the "Spring Water Sword Technique," which transforms the most ordinary into the most magical. Anyone in the martial world can learn it, but once fully mastered, one becomes invincible. Zhuo Wangsun wielded it and roamed the world, his demonic flames raging.

The second is the *Brahma Scroll*, said to have been created by the great god Brahma, gathering the energy of heaven, earth, wind, and moon to instantly injure enemies. (Yes, there are gods in this world, specifically Indian gods. Zhuo Wangsun is the reincarnation of Shiva.)
Yang Yizhi himself had no internal energy, but after practicing this martial art, he became a top expert in just a few hours.

Of course, this martial art, however powerful, has a major limitation.

That means it can only be used once every four hours.

Even with Ren Shaoyang's skill in the "Yi Jin Jing Black Level Two", he could only use it twice in a row at most, which was undoubtedly a great pity.

"Romance and pleasure~"

Ren Shaoyang gazed at the bright moon shrouded in a thin mist outside the window, raised his index finger, and drew a line across his chest.

Suddenly, a dazzling sword light appeared like the sun, and his fingers, like a lighthouse in the darkness, gathered the moonlight there.

All living things in heaven and earth seemed to have lost their luster.

This is the Wind and Moon Sword Qi!
"It doesn't use any true energy at all; it consumes the power of 'god'," Ren Shaoyang thought to himself.

The sword god's clothes billowed and his hair flew.

"In that case, how about adding the 'Mixed Sword Qi' as well?"

bass!
With a flick of his left fingers, black sword energy burst forth, as if gazing silently at him from the depths of an abyss.

In an instant, Ren Shaoyang seemed to appear and disappear amidst intertwined light and shadow, exuding an otherworldly aura, like a celestial being.

Although he did not move, the two sword energies darted around him, chasing and attacking each other, and black and white light spots on his body kept spreading out, as if ink was spreading.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang unfurled his robe sleeves, like a dancing wheel, and all the light rapidly converged into his body, making him as still and steadfast as a rock.

"Ha, now I am the master of the arts of love and romance, with the Mountain Sutra on my head, Vajra in my chest, and the Whale Breathing Technique and the Yi Jin Jing residing in my dantian."

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, "What's more, with the Mind Control Technique, Yin-Yang Transformation Technique, and Emperor's Qi Observation Technique integrated into the whole body, the entire sword technique system has been built up. All that's needed is to be courageous and diligent in practice, and you can reach the peak!"

"But how does he compare to the likes of Emperor Shitian and Wu Wudi?"

Just as he was feeling smug, a flash of blue light suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Capture the dragon!

The dragon-capturing sword, surprisingly, extended its blade and held it against him, trembling slightly.

It's as if it's saying, "How dare you forget me?"

"Hey! How could I forget you!"

Ren Shaoyang quickly reassured him, grinning like a big golden retriever.

The transformation of the dragon-capturing technique began upon its arrival in the world of Fengyun.

The world's natural energy is ordinary, but the unique martial arts intent is exceptionally strong, almost becoming tangible in the world.

Therefore, the martial artists in Feng Yun are not particularly strong in cultivating Qi, and they do not have the kind of destructive power that can destroy the world like a nuclear bomb. They are more skilled in the aspects of "mind" and "momentum".

For example, the swordsman Huang Ying from Japan can cut through the clouds in the sky with his sword energy, and when he releases his sword energy outward, he can even cut down a tree five miles away.

Its power is so great that it is almost considered the highest level of martial arts.

Of course, the boost this world gives to the "Mountain Classic" is also terrifying.

The little beggar can transform into a golden body, and with a wave of his hand, he can make the stone tiger move as if it were alive, greatly enhancing his spiritual cultivation.

Similarly, when Ren Shaoyang attached his divine thoughts to the Dragon Capture, the Dragon Capture gradually formed a "sword heart," becoming incredibly agile.

So, it got jealous that Ren Shaoyang touched the Fire Kirin Sword, and that's why it spontaneously started to "question" him!

It was quite a struggle to calm down the jealous dragon.

Ren Shaoyang had a sudden inspiration: "Now that I have the Canhe Sword and the Wind and Moon Sword Qi in hand, as well as the Dragon-Capturing Spirit, I can combine them with my self-created Kunlun Three Elements Sword to break down barriers and reach new heights."

Just then, a coughing sound came from the next room.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "His aura is dim and his blood and qi are declining. I'm afraid the Sword Saint only has a few hours left to live."

Thinking of this, his aura stirred slightly.

"Get lost!" the Sword Saint next door suddenly shouted angrily, "Ren the Scoundrel, I don't need your pity!"

Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "Your qi and blood are exhausted, but your spirit has reached its peak?"

He rose and walked to the window, gazing at the moon with his hands behind his back: "Sword Twenty-Three."
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Right and wrong paths.

This is a natural barrier, with sheer cliffs and a deep ravine hundreds of feet deep.

Several iron chains connected the two cliffs, which were thirty feet apart, overlooking a deep valley full of jagged rocks. It was impossible to cross the valley by flying, except by walking on the iron chains.

This is one of the "Twelve Fears"—the Path of Righteousness and the Path of Evil. Legend has it that those who cross this chain will either live on the righteous path or die on the wicked path. If one's heart is drawn by evil, one will fall off a cliff in a dreamlike rebirth and die without a burial place.

After passing through the paths of good and evil, you will see a cave with three large characters written on it: "Gate of Life and Death".

This is where the Evil Emperor lives in seclusion.

The entrance to the cave.

Pig King and Xiao Tong kept peeking inside, but unfortunately, the cold mist and howling wind made it impossible to see anything.

"Oh dear, Sister Hongxiu has been inside for a day now, I wonder how she is doing."

Upon hearing this, Pig King quickly pulled Xiao Tong aside, asking, "What could possibly be wrong with her?"

"Didn't you hear what Sister Hongxiu said last night?" Xiaotong said, "She wanted to drink Master's demonic blood!"

"Oh, those are just scaremongering words."

Xiao Tong shook her head and said, "I can sense that Sister Hongxiu wasn't lying, and..."

"And what?"

“Her demonic power,” Xiao Tong said, her voice trembling slightly, “is far greater than Master’s!”

The Pig King's eyes widened in surprise. "She... she really wants to... no way."

Xiao Tong said, "I think what Sister Hongxiu wants to drink is not Master's blood, but the demon pool inside the cave!"

The Pig King stood up straight in shock and said, "She's already so powerful now. If she drains the Demon Pool dry, wouldn't no one be able to control her?" Xiao Tong's eyes widened upon hearing this. She looked intently into the cave and said quietly, "Grandpa, no one can control her now."

After a moment of silence, Pig King said, "Alas, who would have thought that last night, after fighting her for over a thousand moves, he would be beaten unconscious in the end?"

"This is the first time I've ever seen everything in the world shimmer with the light of swords," Xiao Tong exclaimed in amazement. "I even felt like my own eyes were shooting out sword light as Sister Hongxiu swung her sword!"

"That's a mental technique; she's a master of spirit cultivation."

"A master of Spirit Refinement?" Xiao Tong exclaimed, her mouth agape. "What is this?"

The Pig King said, "To manipulate physical objects with one's mind, to know and bewitch the other's thoughts, to achieve oneness with heaven and man, there are many wonders, which are beyond the mortal realm."

“Grandpa,” Xiaotong suddenly said.

"What's wrong, my dear granddaughter?"

"I seem to have seen Sister Hongxiu's wounds healing rapidly when she was fighting with Master. Is this what a master of spirit cultivation looks like?"

The Pig King opened his mouth wide and exclaimed after a long while, "This is no ordinary master of spiritual cultivation! This is someone who cannot be killed or beheaded! He's practically becoming an immortal!"

Xiao Tong quickly pinched his lips with her hand and shouted, "Don't swear!"

"Woo~"

Inside the cave.

Contrary to expectations, the place was not dark and damp inside. The cave was dry and pleasant, furnished with exquisite handcrafted furniture.

There was a small table on the couch, where an old man and a young man were drinking tea.

At this moment, the Evil Emperor was calm, his hair was as white as frost, his eyes were narrow and his eyebrows were long, and his white beard reached his chest. Although he was over sixty years old, he did not have the slightest sign of decrepitude. His thin appearance showed the demeanor of an immortal.

However, he glanced at the ball-headed girl opposite him, who was holding a teacup in both hands and sipping her tea slowly, and then turned to look at the blood-dried demon pool.

His eye kept twitching.

"What's wrong, grandpa?" Hongxiu looked at him with a bright smile.

The Evil Emperor shook his head and said, "I have never lost in my life, but I lost to you in swordsmanship yesterday and in chess today." He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Losing twice in two days is quite a laughing stock."

"Hey! You can't look at it like that!"

Hongxiu waved her hand dismissively and said, "Yesterday, it was two against one, and I only narrowly defeated you by one move."

Her eyes dimmed, and her younger sister chimed in: "Yeah, yeah!"

Hongxiu recovered and said leisurely, "My sister and I rarely work together. It's not shameful for you to be defeated by our combined forces."

The Evil Emperor laughed heartily and said, "In that case, I should be honored?"

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, you are the best." Hongxiu gave a thumbs up.

The Evil Emperor smiled slightly and said, "Red Sleeve, you have drained all the demonic blood from the Demon Pool. I'm afraid my Demon Blade technique will also be lost."

He sighed softly, "It's better that it's lost!"

"Haha, grandpa, you're overthinking it."

With a swift movement, the red candle flame suddenly flew up from the blood pool, transforming into a crimson rainbow that landed on her hand.

"Ding!"

With a flick of her finger, Hongxiu caused the blade to tremble incessantly, like a living snake. In the candlelight, the blade was crystal clear, with flowing blood-red light, both beautiful and terrifying.

"What a fine blade! What a demonic blade!" the Evil Emperor exclaimed.

A slight smile appeared on Hongxiu's lips: "A drop of blood remained in the Demon Pool." Her expression was enigmatic as she continued, "There is a trace of 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi' within it."

"Although there is only one drop left, its purity far exceeds that of a whole pool."

The little beggar stood up, his snow-white little feet lightly touching the ground, turned around and gave him a thumbs up: "If you have a successor, that would be amazing!"

The Evil Emperor's face paled, and he said with a bitter smile, "Powerful? I think there's no turning back now."

"Haha, the world has left a glimmer of hope, but only by saving oneself can one survive."

The little beggar seemed to float away, transforming into a blood-red mist, and with a whoosh, disappeared from the cave entrance.

The Evil Emperor shook his head, a look of pity on his face: "If she had no attachments, she would surely turn the world into a sea of ​​blood."
-
Noon the next day.

The three branch campuses of the World Society were packed with people.

Ink-black clouds rushed in from all directions, pressing heavily on the summit of Tianshan Mountain, as if foreshadowing an impending catastrophe.

The three training grounds were packed with martial arts masters, all of whom possessed solid qi and exuded a fierce aura.

The Sword Saint challenges the Overlord to a duel.

A duel between the unparalleled masters of the previous generation and the current martial arts overlord.

This is a rare event in the history of the martial arts world, so countless martial arts practitioners flocked here, just to witness the divine skill and make their lives worthwhile.

At the south-facing corner of the third branch campus, a large golden dragon throne stands.

Xiong Ba, draped in a purple satin robe, sat upright and imposing, awaiting the arrival of the Sword Saint.

Beside him was a long sword that gleamed coldly.

It is the Sword Saint's sword—the Peerless Sword!

At noon, the duel was about to begin, but the Sword Saint was still nowhere to be seen.

Only dark clouds rolled in the sky, and large flags fluttered in the wind on the ground.

The crowd couldn't help but murmur amongst themselves, buzzing like mosquitoes and flies.

Xiong Ba, sitting in the superior position, remained calm and composed, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

He knew that if he acted rashly and hastily, he might fall into the Sword Saint's trap of harassing the enemy, so he was not in a hurry.

What he didn't know was that Nie Feng, the leader of Shenfeng Hall, had already left a letter and quietly departed.

Upon seeing this, Qin Shuang remained silent, indifferent. The loss of love, friendship, and family had rendered him momentarily speechless.

Just when everything was in turmoil.

At the foot of the mountain of the World Society, a woman in red was staggering, struggling to climb upwards.

Ren Shaoyang stood beside him, watching with his hands in his pockets: "You've reached your limit."

"Ah!"

The Sword Saint glanced at him with difficulty: "I'm in top form!"

(End of this chapter)