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

Chapter 411 A leopard can't change its spots (Bonus Chapter!)

The sword of defeat has been born.

The moment this peerless, deadly sword burst from the tomb, it fixed its gaze directly on the dragon-capturing sword, as if it harbored an unparalleled grudge and was determined to shatter it, as it charged towards the enemy.

In an instant, hundreds of streaks of light, like locusts, shot up from the tomb with a piercing whistle, transforming into dazzling streaks of light, trailing flames, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Ren Shaoyang sneered, "You're courting death!" With a flick of his wrist, the sword blade split into thousands of fine, gleaming threads, shooting out like lightning to meet the attack.

The sky was filled with stars, which transformed into a blue galaxy, where they clashed and bombarded each other relentlessly.

Ta-da!

The stone tomb, exposed to the sword energy and waves, cracked with fine, spiderweb-like lines, and pebbles and dust fell in a flurry with the rising air currents.

The dragon-capturing technique sometimes splits and sometimes merges, sometimes transforming into sword threads, sometimes solidifying into a sword blade, passing through the flying sand and gravel, and wrapping around the hilt of the sword of defeat.

The blade of the sword of defeat trembled slightly, and the blade actually shook in a circle, seemingly slowly but actually very quickly.

when!
The two swords clashed, and flames shot up from the ground.

After all, the Dragon Capture Sword was controlled by Ren Shaoyang, a living "Sword God." Even if the Sword of Defeat still possessed some magic, it was still no match for its sharpness.

With a whoosh, the Sword of Defeat was violently flung away by Wu Chou, tracing more than a dozen circles in the air before plummeting straight down towards the Sword Pool at the foot of the mountain.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at it, then immediately rolled up his white robe and leaped straight down from the peak.

But his momentum did not stop. Suddenly, white mist burst forth in mid-air, and his momentum gradually slowed down, making him appear as ethereal as an immortal.

This is the skill level of "Yi Jin Bai". In the original novel of "Dragon Tiger Gate", Huang Yong, the Fire Cloud Evil God, loved to show off by falling from the air. He did this by jumping off cliffs and helicopters.

When he landed, he used the power of "Yi Jin Bai Ji" (a martial arts technique), making him appear like a god and giving people a great shock.

Now, this impact is also being presented to everyone in the Sword Pool.

The loud noise had already startled the entire "Sword Worship Manor," and everyone rushed towards the sword pool.

But halfway there, they saw a person walking in mid-air, surrounded by white clouds, floating and drifting, which immediately frightened everyone so much that their legs trembled and they all whispered "a god!"
Ren Shaoyang landed lightly on the enormous, peerless sword and looked down.

Then one sees countless peerless swords scattered across the mountains and plains, like sword-shaped tombstones, silently planted in the ground.

Beneath the giant sword, three people stood in a triangular formation.

The leader was a bald old man with long eyebrows and a beard that were connected together.

Behind them were a man and a woman; the man was strong and honest, while the woman was pretty and delicate.

These three are Zhong Mei, the contemporary swordsmith of Baijian Manor, and Wen Nu and Leng Yan, the sword-guarding slaves.

"Ah"

Zhong Mei and the other two had white eyes, with veins bulging around their eyes, and stared up at Ren Shaoyang with a sinister grin.

Ren Shaoyang looked down and saw that Zhong Mei was holding the defeated sword in her hand. Wisps of gray smoke were emanating from the sword, spreading in all directions and entering the brains of the three people through their nostrils.

The surrounding peerless swords were now clanging and swaying, looking extremely magical.

"The Ferocious Sword controls people?" Ren Shaoyang asked, holding the Dragon Capture Sword with curiosity.

"Drink!"

Just then, Zhong Mei and the other two shouted, like the roar of ferocious beasts, and pounced upwards.

Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly and flipped his hand over.

Damn!
A flash of blue light shot out, piercing through the air, and slashed towards Zhong Mei.

Zhong Mei was startled and quickly rolled to the side to avoid the object from outer space.

The blue light spun in mid-air and swept towards Wen Nu and Leng Yan.

Upon seeing this, the two sword-guarding slaves drew their swords to parry.

With a snap, the blue light separated upon contact, then slashed towards the defeated sword in Zhong Mei's hand.

Wen Nu and Leng Yan coughed up blood and flew backwards to the ground, their swords silently cut in two and clattered to the ground.

"Ahhhh!"

Upon seeing the blue light flash towards him, Zhong Mei roared repeatedly and frantically swung his sword, Defeat.

When the people from Baijian Manor arrived at the Sword Pool, they were greeted by a breathtaking sight.

Zhong Mei wielded a strangely shaped sword, frantically slashing at a bizarre blade several dozen feet long that resembled a soft whip. The speed of her sword strikes was so fast that it was no longer a matter of technique. At the end of that blade, a white-robed young man stood atop the giant sword, one hand behind his back, the other casually flicking and pointing.

The azure blade, following his will, sometimes swallowed, sometimes spat, sometimes straight, sometimes curved, covering everything, penetrating every crevice.

The people from Baijian Manor were stunned and speechless.

The woman in the lead, dressed in palace attire and wearing a black veil, clenched her fists and shouted, "Who...who is he?!"

No one answered; everyone held their breath in silence.

"Are they all mute?" the woman in palace attire shouted angrily.

Just then, a childish yet clear voice rang out: "Aunt, if I'm not mistaken, this person should be the 'Sword God' who has recently become famous throughout the martial arts world!"

"Sword God?!" The woman in palace attire, also known as Madam Ao, murmured. "The strange longsword in his hand, is it the Dragon Capturer?"

"Yes!" the young man replied respectfully.

Madam Ao looked at the young man and saw that he had a handsome face, bright eyes and a head of long blue hair that fluttered in the wind, making him appear proud and extraordinary.

"Ao Jue, you are known for your cleverness and intelligence. Let me ask you, why has this Sword God come here?"

After a moment of contemplation, Ao Jue turned to look at the strange longsword in Zhong Mei's hand and smiled, "Aunt, the Sword God must have come for that sword!"

Lady Ao stared intently, but in a flash, her face paled, and she exclaimed, "Defeat!"

“That’s right!” Ao Jue said confidently. “The Defeat Sword is incomparably fierce and is the most unruly sword in the world. But now that it has encountered the ‘Divine Sword’ Capturing Dragon, it will surely fight to the death.”

"Therefore, Jue'er believes that the Sword God came to capture the dragon and devour its defeated demise!"

"How dare he!" Madam Ao roared in fury. "The Sword of Defeat was forged by our ancestor Ao Ri at the cost of his life. It belongs to our Sword Worship Manor. How dare he try to steal it?"

"Ahem, Aunt," Ao Jue said somewhat awkwardly, "The Sword God's swordsmanship is unparalleled, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?!"

"I'm afraid we can't defeat him; it could lead to a great disaster."

Madam Ao was speechless, and could only glare at him fiercely before turning her head to look at the scene.

Suddenly, the situation changed. The blue light that the dragon-capturing sword had transformed into whistled past and slammed directly into the defeated sword with a loud thud.

Zhong Mei screamed in agony, spitting out blood. His tiger's mouth split open, and he immediately lost his grip on the sword.

Whoosh!
The defeated creature flew into the air, circled, and landed in the crowd.

Zhong Mei, on the other hand, turned pale and ashen, rolled her eyes, and fell backward to the ground.

"Hmm?" Lady Ao was overjoyed as she saw the Sword of Defeat flying towards her. "Quickly, sheathe the sword!"

Ao Jue cried out, "Auntie, no!"

"What do you mean, 'don't want'?"

Before Madam Ao could finish speaking, a loud whistling sound suddenly rang out. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a huge blue light, as big as a mountain, piercing her face in an instant!

Madam Ao was terrified. Suddenly, she felt a tightness around her waist as Ao Jue grabbed her and pulled her back quickly.

With a whoosh, a blue flame grazed past his cheek, burning fiercely, making it extremely dangerous.

At that moment, someone yelled and fell over. The Sword of Defeat suddenly flew up, spun around a few times, and actually stuck in front of Madam Ao!
"Get it quickly!"

Madam Ao's eyes shone brightly, and she immediately bent down to grab it.

"Aunt, don't touch this sword!" Ao Jue hugged Madam Ao's waist. "We can't beat the Sword God!"

"Let go! Let go of me!" Madam Ao shouted, her face flushed. "Ao Jue, how dare you!"

"Aunt, for the sake of Baijian Manor, Jue'er has no choice but to act presumptuously!"

Just as Madam Ao and Ao Jue were locked in combat, a dark shadow suddenly flashed by, and with a somersault, it reached out and grabbed the Sword of Defeat!

"Who goes there?" Madam Ao shouted angrily.

"Hehe, the people of Baijian Manor are first-rate sword makers." The dark figure flashed and landed on the ground, laughing heartily, "But their sword-wielding and sword-appreciation skills are only second-rate."

The man held the Sword of Defeat, tilted his head slightly, and grinned so wide it almost reached his cheeks.

"It's you!" Madam Ao's eyes widened. "Sword Greed?!"

(End of this chapter)