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

Chapter 393 The Ferocious Sword God
Hooray!
A thick bolt of lightning struck straight down.

The rain poured down, and amidst the rain curtain, a sword light, like a dark cloud, suddenly rose up, cutting through the wind and rain, shooting straight up for dozens of feet. The rain curtain between heaven and earth seemed to have been torn open, before disappearing into the horizon.

"Hahaha, good!" Ren Shaoyang flicked his sleeve, and a terrifying sword aura, like a vast torrent, shot out straight out.

Where the sword energy passed, it parted the land and opened the sea, cutting a terrifying gash across the middle of the stone steps, and collided with "Sword Twenty-Two" with a bang.

boom!
The sword light dissipated, and the stone steps crashed down, destroying a pile of rubble.

"Ugh!" Bu Jingyun coughed up blood, staggered back two steps, and stared in utter shock at the white-robed figure. "How is this possible?!"

"You've learned the 'Holy Spirit Sword Technique'?"

Ren Shaoyang walked slowly towards him.

He was dashing and spoke fluently, but Bu Jingyun felt a tremendous force surge towards him as if a mountain had collapsed and the earth had caved in. He blurted out, "So what if it is?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I've changed to the 'Qilin Arm' again."

Bu Jingyun's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "How did you know?"

After obtaining Sword Twenty-Two in the ice cave, he fought Xiong Ba to the death and had his left arm broken. Fortunately, Yu Yue gifted him the "Qilin Arm," which prevented him from becoming "the second Ding'an."

“Look!” Ren Shaoyang pointed to the Qilin tattoo on his left arm. “I saw it.”

Bu Jingyun caught his breath and said, "What do you intend to do?"

"You're really stubborn." Ren Shaoyang waved his hand at him and said, "You're clearly as weak as a chicken in front of me, so why are you still so brave?"

Bu Jingyun shouted, "I, Bu Jingyun, was born this way. I am like this when facing you, and I am like this when facing Xiong Ba!"

Ren Shaoyang sighed and said, "If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do!" With that, he threw a punch.

Bu Jingyun unleashed a black cloud from his left palm and returned the blow.

Ren Shaoyang smiled, casually grabbed the handle, and held it in his hand.

Bu Jingyun's expression hardened, his right fist suddenly turned red, as if it were burning with magma, and he shouted, "Take this!" as he threw a punch.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "This arm is really suitable for Ding'an." Before he finished speaking, he kicked out with his leg.

This kick was filled with surging black energy, extremely fierce. When the flames of the Qilin Arm touched it, it was like ice and snow melting away completely.

boom!
Bu Jingyun felt a surge of heat in his chest, his blood rushing to his head, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, staggering back several steps.

But he is, after all, the "Uncrying Death God," the absolute male protagonist of the entire manga, a person with unparalleled combat abilities.

Bu Jingyun unleashed his palm strikes like a dragon, striking out seven times from seven directions with the force of a whirlwind.

Ren Shaoyang's smile remained unchanged as he threw another punch.

But one could see the large sleeves fluttering and swaying, just like flowing clouds and a sloping peak rising abruptly.

This is truly "the mad Zen of Mount Sumeru"!
The thumping sound continued. When Bu Jingyun touched Ren Shaoyang's arm, it felt as if he had hit a pillar of steel. His bones ached terribly, and he was about to pull away and retreat.

Suddenly, a large sleeve flew towards him, filled with black energy, which was actually infused with the true power of the "Black-level Pagoda". It lashed out like a dragon's tail.

Even with his lightning-fast movements, Bu Jingyun was unable to move and could only close his eyes and await his death.

The dark clouds grew thicker and heavier. Streaks of lightning tore and surged within the thick clouds, and deafening thunder shook the heavens and the earth.

Hooray!
A bolt of lightning, winding and twisting like a fiery serpent, pierced through the clouds and split into countless root-like flashes, which lingered for a long time.

The sky and earth suddenly lit up, reflecting Bu Jingyun's fixed gaze.

It also revealed Ren Shaoyang's prominent black shadow.

Suddenly, lightning flashed again, striking the two of them!

"Ouch!" Bu Jingyun cried out in pain, his body crackling with electricity as he tumbled five zhang away.

The thunder grew louder, and raindrops the size of soybeans, carried by the gale, rushed towards us, their chill penetrating to the bone.

Ren Shaoyang was also surrounded by electric sparks, shivered, looked up at the sky, and his eyes were cold.

He sighed, lowered his eyes, and slowly turned his head to gaze away.

Where the sword saint's remains stood, there was no trace left, only two charred footprints and slowly falling dust.

After the thunder.

The Sword Saint has burned out.

Only white ash remained.

"Damn it!" Ren Shaoyang raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Damn God, he really doesn't allow anyone to change his script."

Three drill grounds.

The wind stopped and the rain ceased, creating a scene resembling a wonder of the world, with drifting leaves and flying flowers seemingly suspended in mid-air.

The Sword Saint stood amidst the dense rain, a cluster of blood blossoms frozen still at his fingertips.

"Xiongba, how do you feel?"

A deep laugh echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Xiong Ba's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the Sword Saint's lowered gaze as if he were an insect.

The tearing pain in his chest burned like flames against his nerves, but he was powerless to stop it and could only let the swordsman pierce him with overwhelming force.

Slowly tap towards the heart!
but.

Will everything be settled with this one sword strike?

The answer is of course no.

"What?!" The Sword Saint's eyes widened suddenly, and the sword energy in his hand dissipated instantly.

Xiong Ba's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, "What a great opportunity!"

With his index, middle, and ring fingers joined together, he concentrated his true energy and moved his fingers with lightning speed, unleashing the "Three-Finger Divine Finger," a technique he had painstakingly cultivated to deal with the Sword Saint!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
The force of his fingers poured out like a storm, but unexpectedly, it all passed right through his body!

Just then, the Sword Saint's deep voice came: "Do you know how powerful Sword Twenty-Three is?"

"you!"

Xiong Ba looked up in disbelief.

The Sword Saint chuckled and said, "Your martial arts are nothing special." He paused, then continued, "Unfortunately, fate won't let me kill you."

Under Xiong Ba's horrified gaze, the Sword Saint's body vanished like smoke, leaving behind only one sentence that echoed through the sky.

"Twenty years from now, the Sword Saint and the Sword God will surely clash in an earth-shattering battle!"

The shackles dissipated, the light of day was shrouded by dark clouds, and darkness returned.

Xiong Ba felt a sudden lightness in his body, staggered back more than ten steps, and slumped into a chair, blood gushing out and shooting three feet away!
"Ahhhh~!"

In an instant, the training ground erupted in bloodcurdling screams, a tidal wave of blood mingling with the blood. The severed limbs of the heroes fell one after another, blooming into a hideous and eerie red flower.

At this moment, the entire World Society seemed to have become a hopeless hell.

"Master!"

Qin Shuang was also stabbed several times and was covered in blood. She quickly stepped forward to support him.

Xiong Ba was still in shock, muttering, "Sword Saint, Sword God?"

"Master, Master!" Qin Shuang shook Xiong Ba's arm and called out loudly.

Xiong Ba snapped out of his daze, glared at a furtive young man in the crowd, and shouted, pointing his halberd, "Capture them!"

The members of the World Society clasped their hands in agreement and rushed over.

Duan Lang muttered under his breath, "Even a Sword Saint is nothing special," then suddenly leaped into the air with his sword, laughing loudly, "Good! Let me show you how powerful I am!"

Canglang!

With the Fire Kirin Sword drawn, Duan Lang was in a frenzy, his sword light dazzling, instantly causing the crowd to scream in agony.

"The Fire Kirin Sword, that's the Fire Kirin Sword!"

"Ah, the fiery unicorn blazes atop the Southern Mountain, while the snow-covered depths of the Northern Sea drink in the cold. The Duan family's Fire Unicorn Sword has actually reappeared?!"

Upon seeing this, the remaining people all revealed greed in their eyes.

People wander the martial world, driven by nothing more than the pursuit of fame, fortune, women, martial arts skills, and weapons.

Anyone who possesses a divine weapon can change their destiny and even reach the pinnacle of power.

The Sword Saint's "Peerless Sword" in his youth, the Nie family's "Snow Drinking Saber," and the Duan family's "Fire Kirin Sword" all enhanced the power of the swords, thus forging their illustrious reputations.

Even the legendary martial arts master Wuming only achieved his unparalleled fame after obtaining the "Hero's Sword" from a great swordsman and using the "Mysterious Sword Technique" to counter all sword techniques in the world.

A divine weapon brings not only fame and fortune, but also profound knowledge and experience! With it, one can rise from obscurity to prominence in an instant, and perhaps even dominate the martial arts world in the future.

Desire is insatiable, and the human heart is unpredictable.

Now that the Fire Kirin Sword, which had been missing for twelve years, has reappeared, how could everyone resist?
It immediately surged towards the broken wave like a tidal wave!

Just as the crowd was in a frenzy, everyone was rushing forward, and amidst the flashing swords, they charged towards Duan Lang.

No one, including Xiong Ba himself, noticed it.

A burly man wearing a straw hat walked leisurely out of the training ground, whistling.

He strode forward with a powerful aura. When people encountered him, before they even understood what was happening, they were separated as if mountains were being cleaved and seas were being parted. By the time they realized what was happening, he had already vanished without a trace.

He was originally a reclusive and extremely powerful expert, an invincible martial artist who looked down on the world.

After witnessing the Sword Saint's swordsmanship, his expression turned solemn, and he muttered to himself, "Sword Twenty-Three is so powerful. Fortunately, the old Sword Saint Dugu comprehended it on his deathbed. Otherwise, even I wouldn't be able to withstand it!"

"Wait a minute! Something's not right!"

The burly man paused, his expression shifting uncertainly: "Who is this 'Sword God' that Dugu Sword Saint spoke of? Could it be Nameless?" He shook his head. "No! Not Nameless, then who is it?"

At this time, the wind and rain subsided, the dark clouds dissipated, the mountain light was like wine, and the sun was already setting in the west.

A gentle evening breeze stirs the mountain mist.

The burly man admired the scenery, listening to the shouts, screams, and clashing weapons from the mountaintop. He thought disdainfully, "A single Fire Scale Sword has attracted countless battles. How boring."

He strode down the steps, and suddenly stopped where his gaze fell.

Large sections of stone steps were broken into dust, leaving a thick, soft layer on the ground that felt more comfortable than a regular carpet. Even more remarkably, despite the torrential rain, the area remained dry and hadn't turned into a swamp.

The big man squatted down, scooped up a handful of dust, and rubbed it between his fingertips.

Ta-da!

Suddenly, sparks flew between the big man's fingers, as if metal were clanging.

Whew, a handful of sand flew up.

The burly man stood up, clapped his hands, shook his head, and sighed, "What terrifying sword energy! What ferocious true power!"

"The Sword God?"

His eyes gleamed, revealing an extremely belligerent expression. "Interesting."

(End of this chapter)