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

Chapter 403 The Pinnacle of the Sword (Seeking monthly votes!)

Hooray!
At dawn, the sky is at its darkest.

A fierce gust of wind suddenly rose up, tearing apart the dark clouds that pressed down overhead.

In an instant, a torrential downpour lashed down on the two people on the stone bridge.

One gray, one white.

Although the sky seemed to have broken open, the rain poured down.

Both Wuming and Ren Shaoyang's hair and bodies were clean and fresh, without a trace of water.

The ground shimmered with silver light, forming countless circles and ripples of clear light.

In the distance, Nie Feng held up an umbrella and watched excitedly. From the conversation just now, he already knew the identities of the two people.

Martial arts legends and sword gods!
One was the world's number one swordsman fifteen years ago, the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

One is the God of Swords, whose fame spread throughout the world through the words of the Sword Saint.

These two are having a decisive battle here, and I am the only bystander.

Nie Feng felt as if he were being electrocuted, trembling uncontrollably, and thought excitedly to himself, "To witness this battle, my life has not been in vain!"

Ren Shaoyang, dressed in a white robe, said softly, "You are the senior, you should choose first."

“Alright.” Wuming smiled slightly, then pondered, “Momentum, speed, and skill are all indispensable skills for a swordsman. How about we start with the easy and gradually increase the difficulty, beginning with ‘skill’?”

"Very well!" Ren Shaoyang gently cupped his hands in greeting. "Please!"

Wuming nodded, a flash of sword light appeared on his body, and his right hand suddenly shot out.

The rain, as if gathered into a funnel, suddenly surged up, rising three or four zhang high, like a giant sword from the sky, crashing down!
"This, this is a 'coincidence'?" Nie Feng was so shocked that he almost threw the paper umbrella away.

"How can borrowing the power of heaven and earth not be considered 'skillful'?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways without saying a word, but his meaning clearly entered Nie Feng's mind.

The white-robed man stretched out his hand, and with a whoosh, the sword, "Capturing Dragon," shot out. All the light in the sky seemed to be absorbed into the sword, and the surroundings entered a void of darkness.

But the dragon-capturing object grew longer and brighter, like a huge torch rising slowly in the night sky.

A flash of light, a chilling sword aura, and it darted into the Rainwater Greatsword like a dragon.

laugh!
The giant sword formed from rainwater was torn open, and the dragon-capturing sword resided within it, its white blade gleaming brightly, making the rainwater giant sword glow.

In the end, it became so dazzling that it was as bright as day.

With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the giant sword was shattered, its fragments scattering like jade pieces around Ren Shaoyang. He stood upright, his white robe fluttering in the wind and rain.

Nie Feng stared blankly from afar, momentarily forgetting to close his mouth.

He had been wandering the martial arts world for over ten years and had seen many masters, but none of them had the same style as Ren Shaoyang!

Even Xiong Ba wouldn't be able to do it!
"So this is the 'Sword God' that the Sword Saint spoke of?" Nie Feng thought to himself, "Truly a god among swords!"

"it is good!"

Suddenly, Wuming exclaimed in admiration, "What's the name of this sword technique?"

Ren Shaoyang held the sword blade, and under the dazzling white light, he seemed to become a bright moon. He smiled faintly and said, "The Flowing Wine Sword."

He paused, then added, "The romance of the past has faded into nothingness."

"very nice."

Wuming sighed and flicked his sword.

brush!
The water on the ground suddenly surged up, condensing into a bright, thin line that shot out like lightning, piercing towards Ren Shaoyang's body.

This "sword" was as light as dust, turning into dust with the wind. When it reached Ren Shaoyang, it had already transformed into a water sword with restrained brilliance, possessing both form and spirit, and ringing out!

"You're not bad either," Ren Shaoyang praised, then flicked his fingers and unleashed the Dragon Capture Technique, clashing with the water sword.

Then one saw a long sword made of water and a divine white sword, intertwined with each other, like two flying dragons chasing each other in the sky.

At the beginning of the two swordsmanship exchanges, they were merely light and slow thrusts, with dynamic energy; after three moves, their spirits gradually merged, and their power became unpredictable; after ten moves, suddenly all imagery vanished, and they entered a state of emptiness and wonder.

Nie Feng examined them closely and felt that both swords seemed to be imbued with life. At first glance, they resembled dragons emerging from the sea, still retaining their form. Upon closer inspection, they were like flying dragons soaring through the sky, unrestrained and boundless.

After exchanging a few more blows, water droplets burst forth, scattering silver light in all directions, accompanied by deafening sword cries. Within the misty water, two figures appeared and disappeared, indistinguishable from one another.

Nie Feng felt a white blur before his eyes, and both man and sword seemed to vanish. His mind was filled with the vastness of heaven and earth, his heart was filled with turmoil, and his body was drifting aimlessly.

It felt as if I was lying on my back on the clouds, floating and forgetting both body and mind, filled with great joy and delight.

Clang!
Suddenly, a sword rang out, startling Nie Feng awake.

The rain was pouring down, the world was pitch black, and all I could hear was the sound of the rain, the wind, and the thunder.

At that moment, an overwhelming sense of loss filled my heart.

Nie Feng sighed deeply and stared intently.

Wuming and Ren Shaoyang had already sheathed their swords and were standing with their hands behind their backs.

Amidst the roaring wind and rain, the two suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed heartily, their laughter echoing throughout the entire Fengxi Town.

"What a magnificent sword!" Ren Shaoyang gave a thumbs up.

"What a sword god!" Wuming exclaimed in praise. Wuming laughed and said, "Sword God Ren has actually incorporated the 'Wind and Moon Sword Qi' into himself, using the wind and moon as a medium to draw the clear light of heaven and earth into his sword. His moves are as ethereal as flowing starry rivers, requiring no internal force yet striking directly at the soul."

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "The Heavenly Sword Realm of the Nameless Senior is about change within constancy, maintaining balance and harmony, and creating myriad forms, which is truly wonderful."

Wuming laughed and said, "In all these years, you are the first person to see through me."

"Oh? You must be very lonely."

“Some loneliness is more about a heart as still as water,” said the nameless one. “My mind is empty, therefore it can be infinitely changeable. But what I call change is actually nothing but unchanging.”

"Interesting." Ren Shao clapped his hands in admiration. "The mind, being empty, gives rise to endless changes, and these endless changes also affect the 'empty' mind itself. What is the original mind? It is that there is nothing outside the mind!"

"Haha! Sword God is amazing, you hit the nail on the head!"

Wuming burst into laughter, overjoyed. "The second sword is yours to choose."

Ren Shaoyang smiled nonchalantly: "The ultimate skill is no match for a single, decisive strike. A thousand feints are no match for the brilliance of a single thrust."

"Well said!" said the nameless one. "Speed ​​is the only way for swordsmen to diverge from the rest of the world!"

bass!
Ren Shaoyang produced a sword, five feet long and two fingers wide, as black as a rainy night and as cold as frost and snow.

"The second sword." Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, the sword resting in his hand. "It is named: Escape from the Netherworld Sword, which unites with the formless."

Wuming nodded: "Please!"

"Good~"

Before the sound of the word "good" had even faded, a loud "thunder" was heard.

A bolt of pitch-black lightning suddenly shot into the sky.

Nie Feng shuddered, overwhelmed by the chilling aura, thinking, "Cold, extremely cold! Fast, extremely fast! This swordsmanship is simply not of this world!"

Next, Nie Feng took a closer look and his expression changed drastically. It turned out that Ren Shaoyang's hand and sword had disappeared. They were not gone, but rather, they had disappeared so quickly that even the hand and sword had vanished.

His eyes were blurry when he saw this!

Wuming's expression turned solemn. He pushed off with his feet and flew backward, retreating rapidly. The accumulated water surged up and transformed into curtains of water that blocked his way.

However, the sword light was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, like a few ripples in the night, fleetingly passing through the rain.

The sword energy beside the nameless figure had been shattered, and it seemed as if a stunningly beautiful woman was dancing gracefully in the rain.

laugh!
The dragon swept past Wuming's ear, taking away a tuft of hair. The hair fell, and blood turned into mist.

With a whoosh, the sword tip retracted swiftly, as fast as when it was drawn.

The two passed each other and stood there, motionless.

Wuming touched his cheek, then looked up and saw that his hand was covered in blood, which was quickly blurred by the heavy rain and flowed down between his fingers.

“I haven’t been injured in a long time,” Wuming sighed. “Ren Jianshen’s ‘Escape from the Netherworld’ sword is truly amazing and moving.”

Ren Shaoyang did not reply immediately, but looked down at his left chest, where there was a hole, a sword wound.

"Torn clothes, yet harmless," Ren Shaoyang laughed. "You're quick too."

"No, at most I can hurt you, but you can kill me."

"I benefited from capturing the dragon."

Wuming smiled and raised an eyebrow: "Haven't you asked about this wondrous sword yet?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He stood with his sword in hand and recited in a leisurely voice: "The Divine Sword Captures the Dragon, weighing 140 jin, its blade length can be changed at will, and it is indestructible—wielding it, I can roam the world without encountering an opponent."

Nameless clapped his hands in admiration: "With the emergence of this sword, all swords under heaven will submit." He paused, then smiled and said, "Only the divine sword of the Sword Worship Manor can rival the Dragon Capture!"

Ren Shaoyang said quietly, "A peerless sword?"

Wuming was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Sword God Ren actually knows the name of this sword?"

"Heh, the people from Baijian Manor are terrible at naming things."

Wuming smiled and nodded, saying, "I agree." He made a sword-finger gesture, and with a whoosh, the rainwater condensed into a "water sword," which he flicked gently and slashed away.

凔~
This sword strike was colorless and lightless, its shadow difficult to find, yet it produced a melodious and captivating sound that cut through the air, leaving one amazed.

Nie Feng couldn't see the sword, but he was still shaken by the nameless swordsman's graceful demeanor, and his heart was filled with shock, because the sword was so beautiful and had an unparalleled charm.

Ren Shaoyang casually said, "Is it some kind of mysterious sword technique?" With a flick of his wrist, the longsword slashed out.

With a hissing sound, the sword light surged, like turbulent black water or a gentle breeze rustling leaves, natural and unrestrained, and incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, it arrived at the space between Wuming's eyebrows!

Wuming slightly turned his head, and with a whoosh, the sword flashed past, freezing the bloodstains on his cheek.

"This move is—utterly inexplicable."

Despite nearly being injured again by the incoming sword, Wuming remained calm and composed, still eager to answer the questions. He turned slightly and pointed his fingers at Ren Shaoyang's knee.

Ren Shaoyang pressed his sword down, instantly pinning down the nameless "water sword." He then slashed upwards along the water sword, creating a spray of water droplets and sparks!

In an instant, a mist filled the air in front of them, blurring their faces.

(End of this chapter)