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

Chapter 425 Peerless Swordsman (Seeking monthly votes!)
"it is good!"

Mu Yingxiong sheathed his sword and said, "What a divine sword!"

"You too." Ren Shaoyang stood holding his sword, gazing at the Danxin Sword in his hand. "What a magnificent sword."

Mu Yingxiong is the Emperor of Ten Thousand Swords. As a young man, he comprehended the "Nameless Sword Technique". Later, with ruthlessness and pride as his core values, he created the "Heavenly Sword of No Heaven", which is an extreme opposite of the Nameless Heavenly Sword. Although its intention is slightly inferior, its destructive power is a level higher.

After all, skill level and destructive power can never be completely equated.

Mu Yingxiong said, "After I mastered the Absolute Sword, I felt invincible, and only Wuming could be considered my final opponent. Who knew he would be defeated by you! I thought Wuming's Heavenly Sword was nothing special, but now that I have seen Ren Jianshen's sword, I understand that Wuming's defeat was not unjust."

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "What does my sword look like in your eyes?"

"What I saw," Mu Yingxiong said, brandishing his Danxin Sword, "is the Sword that reigns supreme over the world!"

brush!
Mu Yingxiong flicked his wrist, and a cold glint flashed as he lunged forward.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Ao?" With a casual wave of his hand, the tip of the sword suddenly appeared on Mu Yingxiong's wrist.

With a clang, a flash of cold light dissipated, and a buzzing sound shook the heavens and earth.

Then it seemed as if the Dragon-Capturing Sword had appeared out of thin air, its tip pressed against the guard of the Loyal Heart Sword.

Mu Yingxiong, meanwhile, held his sword to Ren Shaoyang's throat, his murderous aura sharp and menacing.

Suddenly, Mu Yingxiong's expression changed, and he stared intently at the scene.

Ren Shaoyang then made a hand gesture and stood still.

The Dragon-Capturing Sword seemed to be a truly azure and translucent dragon, about ten feet away from the user's body, firmly pressed against the user's hilt.

Mu Yingxiong asked in surprise, "Sword control?"

"It's Flying Immortal," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, making a sword incantation gesture. "I just mastered it."

"The 'Flying Immortal Sword,' which no one has ever mastered throughout the ages, has actually been mastered by the Sword God!" Mu Yingxiong struggled against the ever-increasing force of the incoming sword, veins bulging on his forehead.

"I'm puzzled too," Ren Shaoyang said through gritted teeth, "Why does nobody call me a sword immortal?"

"A sword immortal?" Mu Yingxiong shook his head and laughed, "Where is there even a trace of immortality in you?"

Clang!
The force suddenly dissipated, and the dragon was captured and returned to its sheath.

Ren Shaoyang was indignant and, with his hands on his hips, shouted, "How come I don't have any celestial aura?"

“You are too arrogant, too sharp, and lack the refined air of an immortal.” Mu Yingxiong stroked his beard and laughed. “Furthermore, the Sword Saint regards you as his reincarnated enemy. The so-called ‘saint’ is a title that is equal between a god and a saint. If you were called ‘Sword Immortal,’ wouldn’t you be at a disadvantage for no reason?”

He glanced at the white robe, shook his head, and sighed, "Given your temperament, how could you possibly please the Sword Saint before his death?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Ren Shaoyang's eyes. He looked Mu Yingxiong over for a moment, then shook his head and said, "This is the first time we've met. You actually understand my personality?"

Mu Yingxiong laughed and said, "I have the eyes and heart of a sword, so I can see clearly."

"Alright, let's settle this with our swords!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, and with a flick of his wrist, a sword was already at his forehead!

Damn!
Only now did the sword's cry ring out!
Immediately afterwards, boom! Like a raging storm, the surrounding air suddenly exploded, and an unparalleled shockwave followed the trace of the sword strike, like a huge tsunami, soaring into the sky from the mountaintop!

Mu Yingxiong, who was under the sword, had his beard and hair whipped up like flags, and his brow was throbbing with pain. He immediately stepped forward and backward, his body swaying left and right, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, flickering unpredictably.

Seeing that his sword strike had failed to lock onto his opponent, Ren Shaoyang simply sheathed the Dragon Capture sword.

With the threat gone, Mu Yingxiong immediately had a chance to catch his breath. He moved with lightning speed and quickly moved to the side.

boom!
The sword energy thundered past him, like a thunderclap from a flat ground, and flew off the cliff, stretching for hundreds of feet.

A white cloud seemed to have appeared between heaven and earth, shining brightly with an extraordinary brilliance, like a beautiful seashell.

The crimson yet clear sunlight draped it in magnificent splendor.

"What a fast sword!" Mu Yingxiong shouted, "So fast I couldn't react!" A flash of cold light, the sword followed the center line and thrust out suddenly!
Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You're not slow either!" He turned to the side and thrust out again.

The two swords whizzed past each other, and in an instant, a sound rang out—

Ding ding ding ding~!

Two figures moved back and forth like lightning, leaping and bounding, with firelight flashing across the cliff top.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over a hundred sword strikes!
A white shadow flashed by.

Ren Shaoyang appeared, and with a single glance, he discerned the truth from the falsehood. He then thrust his left palm into the sword shadow and clashed with Mu Yingxiong in mid-air.

"Tuk!"

The force of the impact caused a gust of wind to sweep across the mountaintop.

As soon as one palm strike landed, the two simultaneously withdrew their hands to launch another attack, gathering their strength and unleashing another palm strike!
Loud roars echoed all around, rocks and clods of earth flew everywhere, and the cliff top teetered on the verge of collapse.

bass!
The two swords intertwined and rubbed against each other, forming an invisible, sticky force that held them together.

As they intertwined, the metallic sounds they produced were sharp and piercing. Yet, in reality, they rose and fell like the erhu, with their own rhythms and cadences!

The two men's swords flashed, one moment capturing the dragon under Mu Yingxiong's chin, the next piercing Ren Shaoyang's chest with a single sword.

It was a scene where music and swordplay flew in unison, elegance and danger went hand in hand.

Mu Yingxiong laughed and said, "Sword God Ren, how was my erhu playing?" Ren Shaoyang listened for a moment, then shook his head and commented, "Compared to Wuming, it's just average."

"nonsense!"

Mu Yingxiong flew into a rage, and with a flick of his arm, he knocked the two swords away.

Like Wuming, he loved playing musical instruments his whole life. Wuming played the erhu, while he played the erhu.

Compared to the nameless, melancholic, and deeply flavorful erhu, Mu Yingxiong's erhu is more like a forced attempt to express sorrow.

Ren Shaoyang is a master of music, and as a renowned "heavenly voice," he naturally detected the trickery in the story at a glance.

Seeing Mu Yingxiong leap up, let out a loud shout, and slash straight down.

Ren Shaoyang drew his sword and laughed, "Senior Mu, why can't you hear the truth?"

"Truth? You're talking nonsense, making things up, spouting lies!" Mu Yingxiong shouted angrily again, changing his straight slash to a horizontal one.

Ren Shaoyang sealed the sword with a slanted blade.

when!
The surging sword energy burst forth, like an inverted waterfall, shooting towards the blood-red sky.

After fighting for a while, Ren Shaoyang gently flicked his hand, and the tip of the sword emitted a clear sound like a phoenix, and the sword suddenly became hazy.

"Senior Mu, listen!"

With a few shakes, the longsword bent like a bow, creating hundreds of sword flowers in front of Mu Yingxiong. Under the blood-red sunlight, the sword flowers shone brightly and were dazzlingly beautiful.

The sound of the sword echoed like the melodious strains of an ancient zither.

However, after hearing only a few sounds, Mu Yingxiong was startled, lowered his sword, and remained silent.

But then Ren Shaoyang's robes fluttered, and he moved with the grace of his sword, wielding it here and there, his movements flowing freely and gracefully.

The almost transparent Dragon-Capturing Sword exuded a deadly beauty that captivated everyone, making them hold their breath and reluctant to disturb it.

The sword's cry was like a zither, and where the zither's melody reached, the chilling atmosphere of the sword world gradually subsided.

Sword River, Sword Peak, Swords—the air rose and fell with the sound of swords clashing, everything seemed still yet not still, exuding an indescribable peace and tranquility.

Looking at the white robe, Mu Yingxiong couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaim in admiration: "The sword's sound is like a zither, and the zither's heart is like water! The zither player must first purify his heart, and only in stillness can he find movement, and only then can he discover the wonder in the obscure."

bass!
The sword's cry faded, leaving a lingering, faint sound that seemed to disappear yet not quite.

Ren Shaoyang stood out from the crowd, holding the sword blade in one hand and smiling faintly: "Senior Mu, am I talking nonsense, making things up, or spouting nonsense?"

Mu Yingxiong was taken aback, his face turning pale and then red. Suddenly, he flicked his sleeve and said, "Using the sword to control the music, both the sword and the music become natural. I was wrong!"

Then, he changed the subject and said loudly, "If the Sword God can display his divine skills, how can I let you have all the glory?"

"Oh?" Ren Shaoyang smiled. "Please!"

"Alright!"

Mu Yingxiong shouted, raised his sword to the sky, and his inner strength continued to rise.

Rumble~!

The entire Sword Realm was thrown into chaos; rivers surged, mountains shook, and even the crimson sunset seemed to be bleeding.

Ren Shaoyang held the Dragon-Capturing Sword and silently watched Mu Yingxiong's movements.

Suddenly!

A colossal sword, reaching from the sky to the ground and obscuring the sun and clouds, its height immeasurable, was slowly pulled from the earth.

With a thunderous roar, it pressed down, seemingly slowly but actually very quickly.

A shadow that blotted out the sky enveloped Ren Shaoyang completely.

As the sword drew near, a sudden gust of wind arose, causing their clothes to flutter and rustle. Following this, an overwhelming sense of fear slowly crept into their hearts as the shadows loomed large.

This is almost beyond human capability!

Compared to the white robe, Mu Yingxiong at this moment looks more like a sword god!

Ren Shaoyang still stood there with his sword, his eyes shining brightly as he looked up at the towering, ten-thousand-foot-high giant sword mountain.

Mu Yingxiong spread his arms and slowly stood in mid-air, his voice coming from a low murmur.

"Sword God Ren, this is my sword! In the sword world, it is called—Peak of Absolute Sword!"

Just as Mu Yingxiong seemed to descend like a god, a towering wave of blood suddenly erupted from the sword pool in the far distance.

A hideous demonic shadow emerged from the pool and roared at the sky towards Absolute Sword Peak!
Twelve seemingly real yet illusory, unpredictable, and almost alive sword energies swirled and flowed around him, weaving together a constantly writhing, crystalline armor.

In addition, there were many bizarrely shaped figures in the blood pool, guarding Him and roaring together at Absolute Sword Peak.

In an instant, there were howls and wailing, like something out of hell.

In the valley, a strange man, all green with a bald head and blue eyes, and as thin as a vampire, suddenly looked up and roared, "Hahahaha! The opportunity has finally come!"

"I can finally leave Sword Prison!"
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