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

Chapter 392 Sword Twenty-Three

"One should not push things to the extreme, nor should one exhaust one's sword. If everything is taken to the extreme, the relationship will inevitably end prematurely!"

The swordsman's legs went weak, and he staggered, about to fall.

He stumbled a few steps, but finally managed to stand firm. He looked up at the seemingly endless steps, his eyes blank and filled with a deathly aura.

"All?"

"I must not die here!"

"I will persevere!" The Sword Saint walked step by step. "I will kill Xiong Ba in front of the whole world. I will make everyone witness my amazing sword skills!"

At this moment, dark clouds surged across the sky, pressing down as if to crush the exhausted sword saint, preventing him from ever standing again.

"No!"

"I want to fight!"

"Even if I cannot master Sword Twenty-Three in my lifetime, I will still use Sword Twenty-Two to awe all heroes and be praised for all eternity!"

Beside the Sword Saint, the Sword God stood with his hands in his sleeves, simply watching him as he ascended the steps together.

Ren Shaoyang's expression was complicated. He thought to himself, "My body has collapsed, but my spirit has been honed to become purer. Sword Twenty-Three is about to be unsheathed."

He looked up at the dark sky and thought to himself, "Old Sword Saint, I will not stop you from your most brilliant battle." Then he turned to look down the mountain, "nor will I let anyone damage your broken body."

"This is all I can do for you."

At the three branch campuses of the Tianxia Society on the summit.

The discussions among the crowd were already in full swing.

Just as their clamor reached its peak, Xiong Ba's tall and imposing figure slowly stood up.

Everyone who saw his imposing figure immediately fell silent.

The scene was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Snapped!
Xiong Ba slammed his palm on the hilt of the Peerless Sword, stroking it with his large hand, and chuckled, saying loudly:
"Gentlemen! It's past noon, and the Sword Saint hasn't arrived yet. The weather is not good, so I've decided to postpone the final battle. Please go and rest!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd reacted with varying expressions and began to discuss the matter again.

"Ugh, Sword Saint? Bah!"

"It's clearly because the Sword Saint is too afraid to come!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"The tyrannical leader's domineering aura is unparalleled; he clearly frightened this old Deng into fleeing without a fight!"

The crowd below the stage was buzzing with discussion, while on stage, Xiong Ba smiled and waited quietly for them to vent their dissatisfaction.

Just then, Qin Shuang clasped his hands in a fist salute and spoke, his voice echoing throughout the entire area and reverberating across the mountains.

"Master! The Sword Saint was intimidated by your divine might and dared not fight. Experts from all the major sects present can testify that he has already been defeated!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was convinced and nodded in agreement.

Xiong Ba pretended to think for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Before he could finish speaking, the world suddenly fell silent.

Xiong Ba suddenly felt an extremely terrifying sword intent soar into the sky, rising hundreds of feet high and spreading outward with incredible power.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be covered by this rapidly expanding circle, and trembled violently, like a giant wave suddenly rising in the sea.

Suddenly, the dark clouds parted into a large circle, and countless shimmering feathers of light were scattered from the golden sky.

Down the mountain.

The sword saint's broken body lay silent, with a sword mark over ten feet long clearly visible beneath his feet.

"Sword Master Ren, thank you for seeing me off."

Suddenly, a loud laugh rang out.

Ren Shaoyang turned his head and saw the Sword Saint, who was full of energy and whose body was shimmering with light, standing in mid-air.

"Congratulations."

The Sword Saint said, "Long confined in a cage, I've finally returned to nature. I'm going too."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Take care."

"Haha, it's a pity I can't fight you in this life. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely have a good fight with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword saint's phantom vanished without a trace, and the world fell silent, as if nothing had ever happened.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, looking at the motionless remains of the Sword Saint's body: "Ha, so next time it'll be 'Sword Saint' Long'er?"

The reincarnation of the old sword saint is named Long'er.

He is the strongest character in Fengyun, the ceiling of combat power, and a true one-on-one king. His move "Six Annihilation Sword Twenty-Three" is unmatched.

Speaking of the move "Sword Twenty-Three," there are three versions.

They are "Sword Twenty-Three: Annihilation of Heaven and Earth", "Sword Twenty-Three: Affectionate Heaven and Earth", and "Sword Twenty-Three: Six Annihilation Without Self".

Long'er, on the other hand, has mastered all three versions of Sword Twenty-Three, especially the "Six Annihilation Selfless Sword Twenty-Three" which he comprehended later. This move can sever the six paths of reincarnation and can be called the strongest move in the "Storm Riders" series.

"Interesting, very interesting." Ren Shaoyang looked up at the ever-changing clouds on the mountaintop and laughed heartily. "Old Sword Saint Dugu is no match for you. Long'er is quite interesting!"

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them, fast and rapid, indicating that the person coming was in a hurry.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways.

Sure enough, a tall, curly-haired youth was seen rushing up the mountain. When he saw the Sword Saint's mangled body, his brow furrowed: "Hmph, old bastard!" He swung his palm and shouted, "Die!"

This person was none other than Bu Jingyun.

He was once captured alive by the Sword Saint and locked in Lingyun Cave. After witnessing the Fire Qilin, he was driven to the brink of collapse.

Now that they had met, their eyes were filled with hatred, and they immediately attacked each other with deadly intent.

On the third school field.

The world was completely silent, with only a patch of sunlight shining down.

The Sword Saint stood proudly in the center!

He smiled slightly, his gaze fixed on Xiong Ba, as clear as autumn water.

Everyone was stunned, feeling that the Sword Saint was radiant, as if he had become one with the light of the sky, his aura was magnificent and unbelievable.

"This sword can destroy heaven and earth."

The swordsman slowly moved forward, and the banners fluttering on both sides were suddenly crushed into dust by the invisible sword energy.

At this moment, the light of day seemed to freeze.

The heroes of the martial arts world and the members of the World Society all seemed to have turned into statues, oblivious and unaware. The earth was like the Ice Age trillions of years ago, with everything tangible and intangible frozen by the glaciers, maintaining a vibrant appearance and waiting here for endless years.

This scene seemed to last for millions of years, but in reality it was only a fleeting moment.

In an instant, all things fell silent. The rumbling thunder in the clouds and the chilling wind sweeping through the mountains became muffled and utterly silent.

Even the invisible sunlight could not escape this sword strike.

Countless rays of light, faintly visible in the air, crisscrossed and illuminated the still dust particles, which slowly dimmed.

All was silent; the greatest sound is the silencest.

Everything was frozen in time: people, events, objects, heaven and earth, sunlight, wind and clouds—all transformed into a still and chilling "painting"!
Everyone was paralyzed. They wanted to scream, but couldn't open their mouths; their eyes were filled with horror, but their pupils couldn't constrict; they were incontinent, but couldn't urinate; they wanted to breathe, but no air entered their mouths.

At this moment, apart from their thoughts and the crimson stain before their eyes, nothing could move!
The Sword Saint slowly walked up to Xiong Ba, stood in mid-air, and remained expressionless.

Xiong Ba looked panicked, helpless as his opponent approached.

He felt his neck getting tighter and tighter. He tried to tug at his collar, but he couldn't move. His breathing became more and more rapid and he became more and more agitated. His blood and internal energy seemed to have solidified and he couldn't move at all.

His face had changed color, turning red and then bluish.

"The Sword of Annihilation and Destruction, Number Twenty-Three".

The Sword Saint's radiant face drew near, and he said calmly, "To die by this move, you should say thank you."

With fingers drawn in a circle, a light tap is made.

The surrounding air trembled slightly, like ripples on water, and a wisp of sword light slowly emanated from the Sword Saint's fingers.

The sword light was like a lion or elephant, like a mountain or a vast ocean. In an instant, it collapsed and splashed, falling into trillions of rays of light that illuminated the world!
Xiong Ba's pupils suddenly contracted, and only at this moment did he truly realize that human strength could never contend with the power of heaven and earth.

Similarly, he cried out in his heart, "No! My fate is to be overthrown by the winds of change, and the clay Buddha could not have been wrong! I, I will not die here!"

laugh!
The sword was thrust into his chest.

Boom! Countless sword energies burst forth from behind him like rain!

Bu Jingyun's "Cloud-Dispelling Palm" was as solid as a physical object, striking straight at the Sword Saint's mangled body.

Suddenly, everything went blurry, and a "bang" struck someone in the chest, sending gusts of wind through the air.

Bu Jingyun suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his palm and took several steps back.

He looked up and saw a young man in white robes standing in front of him, looking at him calmly.

"Who are you? Why are you saving him!"

Ren Shaoyang brushed off his clothes and laughed, "Who I am is not important. What's important is that I won't allow you to touch him today."

"Why should I?!" Bu Jingyun roared in anger.

"Because I'm strong."

Zheng!
A black sword appeared out of thin air, like a thunderbolt exploding, and flew down.

Bu Jingyun's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block.

But as soon as he raised his hand, the black swords came raining down from all directions. He couldn't even withstand it for a moment longer, let alone resist it!
"what!!!"

Bu Jingyun felt as if his bones were about to shatter, his blood and qi were surging, and his whole body was about to be reduced to dust!
With a loud bang, Bu Jingyun was sent flying seven or eight zhang backward. The stone steps were as if they were made of paper, and stone chips flew everywhere. Finally, he was embedded in them.

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed "Eh!" and looked at him with his hands behind his back: "What a strange power! It actually blocked my 'Canhe Sword Qi' and couldn't hurt the source."

Upon seeing Bu Jingyun shakily stand up, Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "The power of destiny?"

A large pit, several feet deep, had appeared beneath Bu Jingyun's feet, resembling a skylight and riddled with cracks, like a spider web.

He coughed up blood, his eyes wide with rage as he stared at the white-robed man before him: "You, who are you? How can you be so strong!"

Ren Shaoyang stared at him and smiled, "You can call me 'Sword God'."

"Sword God? Bullshit!"

Bu Jingyun was aroused with ferocity. He used his fingers as a sword and unleashed a series of amazing sword moves, the sword energy at his fingertips turning into wisps of black smoke.

"Sword Twenty-Two!"
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P.S.: Bu Jingyun being imprisoned in Lingyun Cave by the Sword Saint is the storyline in the comics, while the storyline of "Sword Mastery 22" is the storyline in the TV series.

(End of this chapter)