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

Chapter 402 The Agreement of Three Moves
"Boom~!"

The earth roared, the sky turned red, the sand and gravel turned into glass, and the temperature was astonishing!

It turns out that Ding'an's strike was the "Fire and Water Not Yet Crossed" technique, which sealed the flames within the blade. Once unleashed, it would erupt with countless flames, burning everything in sight to ashes!
Originally, Eagle Blade was only needed to touch Xiong Ba's body to burn him to ashes, leaving not even bone fragments.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, a strange wind blew a leaf that hit the blade, causing the fire to erupt prematurely. Although it seemed like flames were raging and heat waves were overwhelming.

But a sliver of a gap still remained.

Amidst the raging flames, a dark figure streaked across like a bird with broken wings, smashing through three sturdy pine trees as thick as a person's embrace before finally stopping.

But before the dark figure could land, it used its remaining momentum to escape at lightning speed.

It was none other than Xiong Ba.

He ran and howled, screaming in agony. A huge gash ran across his shoulder, almost severing him at the waist. His entire body was charred black; even his hair and eyebrows were burned away, and his face was blackened, resembling a hard-boiled egg.

As Xiong Ba climbed the tree with incredible speed, he vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Ding An shook his head: "This person is really hard to kill." Clang, sheathed his sword, and turned to look at Bu Jingyun and the other man.

Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun: (⊙⊙), (⊙⊙)
Ding An scratched his head and introduced himself: "My name is Li Ding An, you can call me Ding An." He paused, then continued, "Hmm, I should look a lot like your 'Junior Sister Feng'!"

Bu Jingyun looked at him, his eye twitching: "Junior Sister Feng?"

“That’s right!” Ding’an laughed. “That’s what the cripple always calls him.”

Bu Jingyun nodded: "Very vivid."

"Really?" Ding'an perked up. "I'm more manly, aren't I?"

Bu Jingyun's eye twitched, but he didn't reply, thinking to himself, "Nie Feng isn't as naive as you!"

At this moment, Qin Shuang sighed and said, "Brother Ding'an's martial arts are so superb, so Miss Hongxiu and the 'cripple' you mentioned must also be extraordinary, right?"

“That’s right. The three of us are known as the ‘Three Fiends of the North.’ Hongxiu is nicknamed ‘One-Knife Immortal.’ She’s a swordswoman who is no less skilled than me.”

Not losing to you?

So strong!
Bu Jingyun and Qin Shuang exchanged a glance, questioning their very existence.

"Then, what about the cripple you mentioned?" Bu Jingyun pressed.

“Oh, his name is Ren Shaoyang,” Ding An said honestly. “His nickname is ‘Sword God’.”

"Sword God!" Bu Jingyun and Qin Shuang exclaimed in disbelief.

"Any questions?"

Ding'an scratched his head, wondering why they were reacting so strongly.

brush!
A flash of red, and on the mountaintop behind Fengxi Village, Hongxiu appeared.

Her face was solemn, and she muttered to herself, "Damn it, is there really such a thing as destiny? I was just about to chase after Xiong Ba when I slipped and almost fell!"

She looked up at the dark sky and snorted coldly, "Damn you, God, are you being so biased?"

A thunderous boom echoed in the sky.

It was as if it were responding to her words.

Hongxiu's eyes widened, her neck stiffened, and she jumped up and shouted, "Come on! If you have the guts, kill me!"

Ga~
The dark clouds seemed to pause slightly.

The little beggar chuckled and said, "Hmph, spineless."

Hooray!
Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky churned a few times, and a bright white thunderbolt suddenly descended.

It slammed down on the little beggar's forehead!
Inside the Zhonghua Pavilion.

Wuming turned his head and glanced out the window. Thunder rumbled, making his hair and beard appear white.

“The heavens are unleashing murderous intent, such powerful sword energy,” Wuming said in a deep voice. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he turned to look at the white-robed man. “Such powerful demonic energy!”

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "This is using killing to stop killing."

"Two streams of energy are deeply entangled with you," Wuming said seriously. "Are you in cahoots?"

“Yes, they are both my accomplices,” Ren Shaoyang laughed. “We are known as the ‘Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier’.”

Nie Feng, unaware of what had happened, chuckled and said, "Young Master Ren, your names sound quite unassuming."

"Haha, being simple and honest is good. It's fine as long as we don't bother anyone, but if someone does mess with us..."

Nie Feng asked, "What will happen then?"

Ren Shaoyang sneered: "Then we'll really show our ferocity. What will be the consequences of provoking us!"

Nie Feng clapped his hands and laughed: "Good! That's enough to satisfy my grudges!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at him and smiled enigmatically: "Brother Nie, when we get back to the village, I'll introduce you to Ding'an. I guarantee you'll be quite surprised!"

"Huh?" Nie Feng was taken aback and said, "Young Master Ren already knows my identity?"

"I've known it for a long time."

Wuming then interjected, "If I'm not mistaken, Xiao Ma, you are Nie Feng, the leader of the Divine Wind Hall of the World Society?"

Nie Feng said embarrassedly, "Boss, I have no intention of hiding anything. I have long since left the World Society and am now just a nobody in Fengxi Village."

Wuming smiled slightly: "Retiring to the countryside is a wonderful thing."

"I think so too!"

Nie Feng laughed heartily, and the two toasted each other.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head, remaining silent, a strange smile playing on his lips. Wuming asked, "Does Young Master Ren have a different opinion?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "In my opinion, as a peerless master, the lights of thousands of homes are not my true home."

"Oh? What is our destiny?"

"Our destiny," Ren Shaoyang said with a chuckle, taking a sip of his drink. "is the abyss ahead."

After a long silence, Wuming raised his glass: "Can't we avoid it?"

"Your swordsmanship is unparalleled, invincible under heaven," Ren Shaoyang laughed. "But will fate grant your wish?"

"No, no."

Is it pathetic to destroy the Mu family with your own hands?

The nameless man gripped his wine cup tightly, lowered his eyes, and said, "Sorrow wells up from my heart!"

Is the master's betrayal regrettable?

Wuming sighed, "I am deeply saddened."

"Was my beloved wife tragically killed?"

Wuming suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming: "What do you want to say?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and asked, "Do you hate it?"

An old man and a young man faced each other across a table. The lamp on the table flickered, and suddenly a gust of wind rose, extinguishing the flame and the lamp.

Thunder rumbled outside the window, flashes of white light appeared intermittently, and before we knew it, a torrential downpour had begun.

After a long silence, Wuming sighed, "Hate." He said slowly, "But I don't know where this hatred begins."

His wife, Jieyu, was poisoned to death years ago. Wuming was filled with grief and indignation, but he could not find the murderer. This incident became a nightmare for him throughout his life and one of the main reasons for his retirement from the martial arts world.

Ren Shaoyang sized up this martial arts legend and laughed, "If, I mean if."

Wuming suddenly looked up, his calm heart suddenly stirred with a huge wave.

Could it be, could it be that he
"If I told you who the murderer is," Ren Shaoyang laughed, "would you be willing to fight me?"

Wuming remained silent, staring intently at him, as if offering a silent rejection, or perhaps pondering whether he was telling the truth or a lie.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ren Shaoyang poured himself a drink, carefree and at ease.

Nie Feng also sensed the heavy atmosphere, shrank back, and felt a chilling wind, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He knew that the two peerless masters were secretly vying for sword intent, but he never expected that even a slight revelation would be so unbearable for him.

"Heroes of the world are as numerous as fish crossing a river." Nie Feng looked at Wuming, whose face flickered with the thunder, and thought to himself, "A small village like Fengxi actually has two such top-level swordsmen!"

After a long while, Wuming suddenly sighed and said, "Tell me."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ren Shaoyang's sword rang out from his sleeves, the Divine Sword Dragon Captured by itself, coiling around him like a snake, an incredibly strange sight.

Nie Feng was dazzled and shocked. Pointing at him, he stammered, "What, what is this?"

Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, and the dragon-capturing sword suddenly stood upright, resembling a long spear or halberd, beside him.

He smiled gently at Nie Feng: "This is the Dragon-Capturing One, the Dragon-Capturing One who loves to be jealous."

Nie Feng murmured, "Capture the dragon."

Ren Shaoyang turned his head and looked directly at Wuming, saying slowly and deliberately, "The one who killed your wife is Pojun."

Wuming jumped to his feet, his body trembling involuntarily: "It's him?!"

"Yes."

"How to prove it?"

"Po Jun stole the colorless poison from the Eastern Poison Master; an investigation will confirm that," Ren Shaoyang said calmly. "Your wife was poisoned by this very poison!"

Wuming paced back and forth a couple of times, then suddenly raised his hand, his movement as sharp as a long sword slashing down: "Thank you!"

Damn!
A surge of immense sword energy suddenly erupted, instantly engulfing the torrential rain and sending it soaring into the sky. Like a raging torrent, it swept across all directions, causing the wind and rain to reverse, a truly earth-shattering event.

Wuming stood with his hands behind his back, and his originally gloomy gray clothes suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of misty radiance, shining brightly.

An unimaginable sword intent reappeared in the world, causing all the masters within a hundred miles to tremble.

"Sword God Ren, how shall we compete?" Wuming asked.

Ren Shaoyang slowly stood up and said calmly, "My swordsmanship can be summarized into three sword techniques."

The nameless man asked in surprise, "Please enlighten me?"

"Momentum, Speed, Skill!"

"Wonderful!" Wuming nodded in praise, "Sword God Ren is exceptionally talented. At your age, I am far inferior to him."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "No need to flatter me."

The anonymous man waved his hand and said, "I was just expressing my feelings."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "How about we agree on a three-move deal, with each strike focusing on momentum, speed, and skill?"

“Good!” Wuming nodded. “All swordsmanship in the world is contained within these three swords; that is enough.”

"Let's finish this as quickly as possible." Ren Shaoyang waved back. "I need to go home and eat dumplings!"

(End of this chapter)