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

Chapter 416 Everything will end at the Sword Sect! (Seeking monthly votes at the end of the month!)

Petty?

Who the hell said that?
Faced with the blatant slander, Po Jun's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "It wasn't me!" His breath was so strong that it stirred up dust in front of him.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and said coldly, "I'm convinced it's you."

The battered soldier's head swayed on the ground: "It really wasn't me!"

"Who is that?"

"That's what Jian Chen said!" Po Jun's eyebrows flew, and he strained towards Jian Chen.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways.

Jian Chen: (￣△￣;)
He dared not speak. It was true that the Sword God was petty and ruthless.

Nameless had once warned him: "If there is anyone in the martial world you can't mess with, it must be Ren the Sword God. The moment his killing intent arises, his divine sword is drawn! He won't give you any chance to explain. This kind of peerless swordsman who acts before his will is far more terrifying than the likes of Xiong Ba and the Sword Saint. Remember this well."

Seeing Jian Chen covered in sweat, Ren Shaoyang smiled and turned to say, "Jian Chen is a true gentleman. Tell me, should I believe him or you?"

"You, you're being prejudiced!"

Po Jun was on the verge of tears, but his anger flared up even more, and he shouted, "This is outrageous!"

Suddenly, a loud boom was heard, and Po Juntu burst out, his right fist extended, and he struck again!

Ren Shaoyang's expression changed again, his demeanor became simple and unassuming, his eyes lowered, as if he had shrunk considerably.

His move was ancient, simple, and powerful. His legs were crouching and crossed, his right palm was pressed under his ribs, and his left hand was hooked into the shape of a dragon's claw. Before he could raise his hand to his chest, a powerful force grabbed at Po Jun's chest.

This "dragon claw" strike truly resembles a dragon coiled up, waiting for its chance to take flight.

Seeing that his move concealed its sharpness, taking a straight line within a circle, like a dragon hiding in a deep swamp, Jian Chen was greatly impressed:

"Master once said that Ren Jianshen's martial arts originated from Buddhism, forming its own unique lineage, and he was particularly skilled in the art of transforming qi into form. Now, watching him use three different techniques in succession—fist, sleeve, and claw—all simple and unadorned, yet through the transformation of qi, he turned the mundane into the miraculous, truly an eye-opener!"

As Jian Chen pondered the true words imparted by the nameless one, he widened his eyes and stared intently at the scene, verifying them one by one.

"Pop!"
The two men's fists clashed, and the small temple suddenly shook, its roof shooting skyward with a "whoosh".

Po Jun was jolted back several steps, his face turned pale, and he felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Ren Shaoyang, with a simple and withered appearance, stepped forward, his right palm seemingly emerging from under his ribs and pressing down on Po Jun's lower abdomen.

This is precisely the "appearance of great foolishness and clumsiness," the true form of the benefactor who imparted to him the "Great Vajra Divine Power," the Fish Monk.

The two exchanged blows again.

boom!
The ground around Po Jun was shaken into the air by a tremendous force, and the dilapidated temple could no longer withstand it. The beams shattered and the bricks flew everywhere.

In an instant, the small temple suddenly exploded, shooting out in all directions!
Po Jun's complexion changed again, from white to red, and then to yellow. He swayed as if he were drunk, staggering back more than ten steps, blood flowing from all seven orifices.

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Po Jun, watch this move!" His eyes widened slightly, divine light burst forth, and a strange power appeared out of thin air.

Po Jun wiped his face, looking even more ferocious, and said, "So what if I look?"

"Gah!"

Po Jun was stunned, dumbfounded, and speechless. He swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Because he saw that the broken Dragon King Temple was floating above the white-robed man's head!

"How can it be?!"

Po Jun looked down and around, only to find that the surrounding area was all white, empty, and a vast wilderness.

Oh, and there's also Jian Chen, who was equally bewildered and defeated.

The next moment, Po Jun suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, his breath catch in his throat, as if he were sinking into a swamp, unable to move at all, only his eyes looking at the opposite side in panic.

Ren Shaoyang raised his hand.

With a whoosh, the small temple, which had long been shattered but had been solidified by supreme divine power, crashed down like a meteorite.

Moreover, during the flight, the small temple was like a Transformer, constantly recombining and changing, finally transforming into a giant sword as big as a mountain, which roared and stabbed away!

As mentioned earlier, in the world of Fengyun, the martial arts of the "Mind" and "Movement" sects are greatly enhanced. After Ren Shaoyang came to this world, his "Mountain Classic" was nearing completion, and his mental and spiritual abilities were so strong that they directly affected reality.

When the three villains stormed the World Society, Ren Shaoyang shattered the World's Number One Building, yet managed to keep the building intact despite its shattered state; this was an application of his magical power.

This scene not only terrified Xiong Ba, but also gave Di Shitian a big fright, making him even more cautious (cowardly) towards the three villains.

Now, Ren Shaoyang has obtained Jian Tan's "Immortal Flying Sword Technique" and, combined with all his knowledge, has made great progress in just one week.

Or rather, it was elevated.

At this moment, Ren Jianshen is like an enhanced version of Magneto from X-Men. He can not only control everything with a wave of his hand, but also change his form in an instant, and has amazing fighting ability.

Just like a "god"!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

When Po Jun saw the stone sword coming at him as if Mount Buzhou had collapsed, he screamed in terror and quickly drew the "Heavenly Blade" and "Greedy Wolf Sword" from his back.

Dang Dang Dang Dang!
Po Jun's hands flew up and down, the flashes of swords and blades creating a chaotic interplay, sparks rising into the air and illuminating the entire night sky.

In the firelight, stone chips flew everywhere, and the stone sword slowly disappeared, until only the hilt remained.

"not good!"

Po Jun suddenly felt his blood and qi stagnate, his mind unable to focus, and the momentum of his sword strikes faltered. The massive hilt of the sword found an opening and slammed into his chest with a thud!

"Wow!" Po Jun was struck as if by lightning, and was slammed into the ground along with his sword. In the deep pit, his face was blackened, and blood gushed from his mouth, landing on his body like ink spots.

Just then, there was another "whoosh".

Po Jun felt a lightness in his chest, and debris fell from his face and body. He knew something was wrong and opened his eyes in alarm.

In mid-air, the stone sword hilt transformed again, and with a humming sound, it turned into a thin-bladed sword with a cold, sharp tip pointing straight at his chest!
"Spare me!" Po Jun lay in the pit, terrified to the extreme. His heart was in turmoil, his blood and qi were churning, and with a "whoosh," he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Ren Shaoyang remained indifferent and lightly tapped his finger with his fingers.

bass!
The stone sword suddenly pierced down, and the sword wind swept in all directions.

Even Jian Chen, who was lying several feet away, felt the powerful energy rushing towards his face, as if it were cutting with a knife. He thought to himself, "Po Jun is doomed!"

Just when everyone thought the matter was settled, a pile of stones suddenly exploded with a bang, and a sword light suddenly flew out, blocking the stone sword.

Jian Chen's eyes widened: "Hero's Sword!"

With a loud crash, the stone sword shattered, striking Po Jun with a series of crackling sounds, causing him to scream in agony.

The hero's sword spun around a few times before landing in the distance.

Snapped.

He was grabbed by a strong, large hand.

The newcomer was dressed in gray, with messy hair that fluttered in the wind, and his eyes held a hint of fierce anger.

It is truly nameless!

Ren Shaoyang looked at him with his hands behind his back and asked, "You want to save him?"

"Yes!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and sighed, "Give me a reason."

After a moment of silence, Wuming said, "I have a blood feud with Pojun for killing my wife. He must die by my hand!"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Not bad, but not enough."

Wuming clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Sword God Ren, I would also like you to act as a witness."

"Please say."

"Come with me to the Sword Sect." Wuming stared intently at Pojun. "There, I will settle our scores once and for all!"

Ren Shaoyang:
No, why are you repaying kindness with enmity?

Who doesn't know that watching sword duels is like experiencing a frozen life!
An unnamed town in the Western Regions.

The night was deep, the stars and moon were not visible, and in the distance, the valley was covered with lush green mountains, and a faint mist was already descending.

Not far from the tea house, there is a quiet inn called "Youjian Inn".

Behind the inn, there is a tree covered in red flowers. The wind blows the petals, which flutter down and appear even more vibrant against the backdrop of the mountains.

Puff puff!
Hongxiu, Ding'an, and Gungun all poked their heads out, while the dog furtively looked around.

Yes, they nodded to each other.

Brush brush!
The two people and the bear leaped into the air, like two wisps of smoke, and floated to the roof of the inn, quietly landing above it.

Hongxiu tapped the roof tile with her finger, and the tile silently melted away, revealing three finger holes.

The two people and the bear nodded again, and were about to go inside to take a look.

"and many more!"

Ding'an reached out to stop him, pointed at the panda, and asked with a look of surprise, "What's wrong with it?" Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was clear.

This guy's a bear, why is he stealing chickens and dogs with us?
Hongxiu glared at him: "You're blinded by evil spirits now. Even Gun Gun is smarter and more useful than you!"

Ding'an's eyes widened, and he was sweating profusely with anxiety. "What did I do?"

Hongxiu sneered: "Your eyes are practically glued to that woman!"

Ding An waved his hands so hard they almost blurred: "No, no!"

“You do have it!” Hongxiu grabbed his ears with both hands, glaring at him fiercely: “I saw it clearly!”

"No, no~"

Ding'an waved his hand again, but after a few times, he suddenly started chuckling. Afraid of being overheard, he quickly covered his mouth.

Hongxiu wrinkled her nose and tapped his head: "Remember, the big tortoise shell is the most important!"

"Mmm!" Ding An nodded repeatedly.

Hongxiu sighed, not knowing what to say, and crouched down to look through one of the small holes.

Seeing this, Ding'an and Gun Gun also crowded around the small hole.

Three eyes blinked, staring into the room.

(End of this chapter)