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

Chapter 404 A Final Reunion (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Wuming and Ren Shaoyang stared at each other, their swords twisting and turning, creating a mist that blurred their faces.

But their eyes shone with a terrifying light.

bass!
The void seemed to light up, and a faint sword hum rang out.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "What a Heavenly Sword! Is it wielded by the mind?"

“This is the ‘Supreme Sword Way’.” Wuming smiled faintly, “The Way of Selflessness!” In the midst of his conversation, he pointed a finger, the tip of which shone with sword light.

Ren Shaoyang didn't even look. The Dragon-Capturing Sword disappeared from his right hand with a "whoosh" and reappeared in his left hand, snapping open with a clang.

That wasn't all. With a flick of his sleeve, the Sword God appeared and disappeared like a ghost, his left hand suddenly appearing followed by his right, his hands moving in unison, drawing his bow from both sides.

Although he only had one sword, it seemed to become two swords when he wielded it. Strands of sword light were like ink splashed out by a large brush, sweeping and powerful, and menacing!

Wuming spread his hands apart, flicked his fingers in rapid succession, and countless swords appeared in the sky, on the ground, and in the water, attacking him with a series of whooshing sounds.

Ta-da!

In that instant, both of them were illuminated by the sword light, and the chaotic clanging sounds were endless.

Forced by the sword energy of the two men, Nie Feng felt his vision suddenly turn white and then black. He couldn't help but shout, throw away his paper umbrella, cover his eyes, and back away.

As he retreated, the alarm bells in his heart kept ringing loudly!
"Oh no, oh no, oh no! If I keep looking, my eyes will go blind!"

Sudden.

The sword's cry faded, and its light died down.

The two stood with their hands behind their backs again, silent.

After a long while, when Nie Feng lowered his hand, he couldn't help but look at it with blurry, tearful eyes.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out: "Nameless, you are the Heavenly Sword, and I also have a 'Heavenly Sword' technique. Please judge it!"

Damn!

A sword blade glowing with blue flames shot into the sky, stretching for tens of feet, like a lighthouse in a deep abyss, illuminating the surrounding blue expanse.

When the rain came into contact with it, it hissed incessantly, stirring up a large cloud of steam and mist.

"Heavenly Sword, Capture the Dragon and Overturn the Mountain!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sword blade, which was tens of feet long, suddenly shattered, and it looked as if a blue firework had exploded in the sky, dazzling and spectacular.

Immediately afterwards, countless strands of sword silk rose and fell abruptly, leaping and soaring, as if thousands of azure, cold stars were crashing down.

This instant was as swift as lightning, as fleeting as a bubble bursting, dazzling and breathtaking, leaving one breathless.

As Nie Feng gazed at the scene that resembled a thousand stars crashing down, his mouth gaped open. He felt that compared to this, all the wonders of the world he had ever seen in his life were nothing more than a child piling dirt on a beach, utterly insignificant.

Just then, "Cold Star" suddenly lit up and accelerated abruptly!
"Ah~!"

Nie Feng yelled, covering his eyes and howling in pain, "Not again!"

But no one answered; all that could be heard was a thunderous roar, like the earth-shattering sound of war drums.

Lightning ripped through the gloomy, rainy atmosphere, and a murderous aura suddenly surged through the heavens and earth. A fierce wind raged, and the swords rang out with a clang.
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"Little beggar, what's wrong with you?!"

At their home in Fengxi Village, Ding An and Bu Jingyun stared at the person in front of them in astonishment.

Hmm, it was completely black, with frizzy hair, and only its eyes were white.

No, when she smiles, her teeth are so white they could startle you!
Ding'an covered his face with his hands and exclaimed in disbelief, "My God! You went out for a while and you turned into Little Black Beggar?"

The little beggar waved his hand dismissively and said, "I'm fine!"

"fine?"

Ding An rushed forward, looked him up and down, then pinched his face, his hand covered in ash: "Did you get struck by lightning?"

"Yes," the little beggar said nonchalantly.

Ding An pinched him again: "Holy crap, I didn't kill you?"

"Sever my hand!" the beggar shouted angrily, unleashing another powerful elbow strike. "You want me dead so badly?"

"Ouch~!"

With a bang, Ding'an was sent flying by an elbow strike, rolling and tumbling like a large wheel, before finally tumbling out of the way.

Bu Jingyun's eyes widened, his face filled with horror.

Just now, Ding'an had hacked Xiong Ba to pieces, turning him into a bloody mess, his aura domineering and unmatched. But facing this dark-skinned little girl, he was actually knocked to the ground and rolled around by an elbow strike?
"The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier!" Bu Jingyun muttered to himself. "Where did these three come from? How can they be so powerful? And the 'Sword God'? What does he even look like?"

As he pondered, the image of the white-robed figure involuntarily appeared in Bu Jingyun's mind. In the World Society, he experienced the most painful defeat of his life, but it also allowed him to see the blue sky like an ant.

"Could that white-robed man be the 'Sword God'?"

As Bu Jingyun was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a cry of surprise from outside the door.

"Hey! Little beggar, what happened to you?!"

The voice sounded familiar, and Bu Jingyun looked closely, only to see two people standing at the door.

A young man in white robes, elegant and unrestrained.

Behind him, "Ding'an" stood quietly, soaked to the bone, wearing a straw hat at some point.

Bu Jingyun saw it clearly and exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Oh, it's you."

"You are the 'Sword God'?"

"Friends of the martial world, you flatter me." Ren Shaoyang cupped his hands in greeting, then glanced at his massive arm. "Is your Triple Burner Meridian Opened?"

Bu Jingyun said sullenly, "I should thank you for that kick."

"You are welcome."

Ren Shaoyang said something casually, then walked towards the little beggar.

Yes, Little Black is called Flower.

Bu Jingyun stared at the white-robed figure for a long time before slowly turning around to look at Ding An.

"Brother Ding'an, thank you for saving me."

"Ok?"

Ding An stared at him with a question mark on her face.

Bu Jingyun frowned and said, "Is something wrong?"

Ding An sighed and said, "Senior Brother Yun, you've mistaken me for someone else."

"what?"

Bu Jingyun's eyes widened, and without saying a word, he grabbed him and, ignoring his struggles, slammed him against the wall, saying in a low voice, "You, you are..." "Ding'an" took off his bamboo hat and smiled, "I am Nie Feng."

Bu Jingyun angrily said, "You, why did you take so long to arrive!"

Nie Feng said, "I just went out for drinks with the Sword God."

"You still have the appetite to drink?"

"The Sword God dragged me there, but I can't beat him."

Bu Jingyun loosened his clothes, his eyes reddening, and said, "Do you know that Senior Brother Shuang's arm is broken?"

"Senior Brother Shuang?" Nie Feng was stunned, his eyes widening as he exclaimed, "How could he be here? And why is his arm missing?!"

Bu Jingyun said coldly, "My senior brother Shuang and I came to Fengxi Village to find you, intending to deal with Xiong Ba, but unfortunately we mistook Brother Ding'an for you."

"That person," Nie Feng licked his lips, "looks a lot like me?"

“So alike, so very alike!” Bu Jingyun said. “When he’s not speaking, he’s almost identical to you.”

"No wonder you mistook him." Nie Feng began to understand, and then asked, "Then, Senior Brother Shuang?"

Bu Jingyun said, "A traitor informed us, and Xiong Ba came in person and broke Senior Brother Shuang's arm. If it weren't for Brother Ding'an's intervention, none of us would have survived."

He stared intently at Nie Feng, his fists clenched, and said, word by word, "I don't know whether your absence is a good thing or a bad thing."

After hearing this, Nie Feng remained silent, unsure how to respond.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a thunderous sneeze rang out from outside the door.

Ding'an clutched his lower back and ribs, groaning as he ran back, his body sluggish and wet.

"Ouch, it hurts! It's so cold and it hurts so much," he hissed, sniffling to himself.

Nie Feng shuddered, his eyes widening as if they were those of a bull.

Ding'an turned her head and saw him too. She let out a soft "Ah!" and was speechless.

Bu Jingyun looked left and right, frowned, and took two steps back to make room.

Ding An pointed at Nie Feng, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"We really look alike." Nie Feng was also full of surprise.

"My God!" Ding An looked him over carefully and exclaimed repeatedly, "He looks just like a mirror."

Nie Feng clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "My name is Nie Feng!"

"Hello, hello." Ding'an wiped his nose and mumbled, "My name is Li Ding'an."

Nie Feng asked earnestly, "Ding'an, where are you from?"

Ding An scratched his head: "I grew up in Dishuiya in the north, but my father was from Jiangnan. So, my ancestral home should be Jiangnan."

Is he from the North or the South?
Why did I feel an instant connection with him, as if we were long-lost brothers?
Could it be that my father...
Upon thinking of this, Nie Feng suddenly had an idea and asked, "Ding'an, were you separated from your father when you were young?"

“Yes!” Ding’an nodded. “I was raised by my master.”

"Ah, me too." Nie Feng's expression suddenly darkened, and he lowered his voice, saying, "I... I was raised by my enemy."

"Oh dear, you're really unlucky then," Ding An said with a look of sympathy.

"Ha, it's nothing, it's nothing." Nie Feng waved his hand. "It's all in the past."

"I know, all the girls who liked you are dead."

"Um?!"

"Um!!!!"

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun looked up together and stared at Ding'an.

Ding An sensed the sudden shift in atmosphere, paused, and swallowed hard: "Did I...did I say something wrong?"

Nie Feng's eyes were filled with sorrow as he recalled Mingyue falling off the cliff.

Bu Jingyun's eyes blazed with fury. He thought of Kong Ci, and jealousy flared up in his heart, his eyes slowly turning red.

However, looking at the two "Junior Sisters Feng", and then at Ren Shaoyang wiping Hongxiu's face with a rag, she noticed the two women.

He and Hongxiu were staring at him sideways with wicked smiles on their faces.

Bu Jingyun gasped, and the "mad blood" within him slowly receded, instantly calming him down considerably.

Hongxiu shook her head, stepped forward and pinched Ding'an's arm hard, gritting her teeth and saying, "Will you die if you don't talk?"

"Ouch! I'm freezing! Can I change my clothes before I start fighting?" Ding'an jumped up and cried out in pain.

Hongxiu twisted Ding'an's ear and whispered, "Stop talking and go inside to change your clothes!" She then kicked him into the inner room.

Clap your hands, and seeing that Nie Feng is also soaked, the little beggar said to him, "Brother Nie, why don't you change into some dry clothes too?"

Nie Feng didn't mince words, nodded in agreement, and went inside as well.

Ding An quickly took off his wet clothes, revealing his bare upper body. He was somewhat stunned when he saw Nie Feng enter as well.

Nie Feng said, "I've come to ask for some clothes to change into."

"Okay, here you go!"

Ding An casually handed him a black robe and said with a smile, "I only have black robes, just like Shao Yang only wears white robes and Little Beggar only wears red clothes."

Nie Feng said, "That's great! If we're dressed exactly the same, they won't be able to tell us apart."

"Haha!" Ding'an clapped his hands and laughed, "Perfect for playing a trick on them."

Nie Feng looked at his prosthetic hand, his expression hardening, and asked, "Your hand?"

"This?" Ding An raised his prosthetic hand and said casually, "It was cut off by bandits a few years ago, and later the cripple and the little beggar went through a lot of trouble to help me put it on."

Nie Feng smiled sincerely and said, "You two have such a good relationship."

"That's right, I'm telling you."

Ding'an was about to start talking when a coughing sound came from behind him.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Qin Shuang, lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was a little blurry. When she looked at Ding An, she smiled slightly and said, "Oh, you've come, Brother Ding An."

puff~
Two faces with the same name appeared at the same time, with eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth that were exactly the same.

Qin Shuang's eyes slowly widened.

(っ°Д°;): "Ah, ah~!!!"

(End of this chapter)