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

Chapter 428 One glance and you've already lost.
The crimson sunset was obscured by the massive sword-shaped peak.

The chilling and ruthless sword energy permeated the heavens and earth, and the entire sword world seemed to be in a solemn and chilling atmosphere.

This strange feeling was unprecedented.

For a moment, even Ren Shaoyang was sweating profusely, his fighting spirit almost vanished, and he felt as if the sword peak was about to press down on him. He couldn't help but have difficulty breathing and almost knelt down.

Just then, his "heart stirred" and Ren Shaoyang's eyes cleared again. With a "whoosh," he swayed and his aura suddenly changed. He gently stretched out his hand and pointed his fingers at Mu Yingxiong.

Damn!
Suddenly, the dragon-capturing creature let out a clear dragon roar.

Then, the sword pierced the sky, and the sky was filled with brilliant light, flying like a meteor in the crimson sky!

Ren Shaoyang's sword flew from his hand, slicing across the sky and illuminating the heavens, as well as Mu Yingxiong's astonished face.

However, compared to the towering "Sword Peak," which pierces the clouds above and the earth below, the brilliance of capturing the dragon is too weak and too insignificant.

Like an ant, it clamored and rushed towards the gods in the sky.

This seemingly futile attempt nearly made Mu Yingxiong cry out in surprise!

The "Peak of Absolute Sword," which resembled a god or demon, could not withstand the overflowing sword energy of the "ants"!
The azure blue of the Dragon-Capturing Sword was enveloped in abundant white light.

Pure white color.

In this blood-red and yellowish world, they are so rare.

So much so that even the demon king in the sword pool and the rushing sword Yue couldn't help but look up and gaze at the flying sword in the sky, which was like moonlight.

Suddenly, the moonlight shone brightly, and the sword energy rose like a dragon soaring and a phoenix taking flight. In an instant, it expanded into an immense beam of light that surged outwards towards the sword peak like a tidal wave!

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted into the sky, and the entire Sword Realm seemed to tremble as if it had been reborn, with dust gushing out from the depths of the earth like a giant wave.

Click click click click~!

The mountaintop where the two were located was now covered with cracks, and with a boom, it began to collapse!
Ren Shaoyang and Mu Yingxiong plummeted rapidly amidst the flying debris.

This sword mountain did not sink in one direction, but was divided into countless different forces, pulling and tearing at each other, constantly colliding until it turned into fragments, and then immediately joined by another, even more frenzied force.

Mu Yingxiong felt as if his body was being torn apart, but he remained expressionless as he stared at the white-robed man opposite him.

"Ten breaths left."

Ren Shaoyang looked at him: "Eight breaths, then the winner will be decided?"

Mu Yingxiong shook his head: "Three breaths!"

"it is good!"

With that, the two swords struck again, their light mingling with the clanging of metal amidst the collapsing mountain!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!!"

Two white figures floated horizontally in the air!
They chased each other, moving swiftly and rapidly, leaping and changing positions among the rubble.

The sword light flashed and disappeared, rose and fell, with almost no superfluous movements. It was swift as a rabbit and as fast as a falcon, each move an attack.

The exchange of hundreds of swords between the two took only a fleeting moment!
This world was in a state of chaotic confusion, with all things wailing and the entire Sword Realm seemingly destined to endure repeated cycles of rebirth and death.

However, faced with such a duel that disregarded life and death, the entire world seemed to pause for a moment.

The Sword Realm is the embodiment of the obsessions of swordsmen throughout history.

The so-called obsession is to transcend life and death and achieve the supreme sword path with one's life!

In the martial arts world, when a swordsman takes the first step in pursuing the way of the sword, it is undoubtedly a life-or-death decision, because "seeking life and avoiding death" is the primary issue a swordsman faces.

For a swordsman, pursuing strength and surpassing his opponent in swordsmanship is merely the lowest threshold of the way of swordsmanship.

To be willing to sacrifice one's life, even disregarding death, and to achieve ultimate strength with a courage that fills one's heart and radiates outward. This spirit of facing death without fear is a realm that all swordsmen, and indeed the entire sword world, look up to with reverence, revering as a god, yet which is unattainable!
today.

Sword God and Absolute Sword.

They fought at the pinnacle of the sword world.

Disregard fame and fortune, success or failure, status or rank, honor or disgrace; treat heaven and earth as equals.

Their only desire is the endless pursuit of the Way of the Sword.

In just three breaths.

Ren Shaoyang and Mu Yingxiong continued their battle amidst the crashing boulders around them, their swords flashing, their fight a testament to their selflessness and courage.

Boom~! ! !

Rocks fell from the mountain, creating a deafening roar and shaking the earth!

At this moment, the rosy clouds in the sky scattered like silken ribbons, while the earth below sank, with mud and sand churning, like a chaotic sea of ​​clouds.

Accompanied by the deafening roar of wind and thunder.

Heaven and earth were divided into two distinct worlds, with Paradise and Purgatory locked in an endless standoff amidst the billowing dust and smoke.

The wind grew stronger, and the dust rose up, obscuring the sun. The sky finally darkened, and the tremors on the ground gradually weakened until they disappeared.

It seems that after the catastrophe, everything is slowly returning to normal.

A long time~
Tap tap tap.
Heavy footsteps slowly began to sound.

Ren Shaoyang, his white robe tattered, his body covered in wounds and blood, staggered as he walked on the mountain made of rubble.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the stones tumbled and rolled, expanding in all directions.

It resembles a pot of porridge that is boiling.

"Cough cough~"

Mu Yingxiong, his face contorted like a gourd of blood, coughed up a mouthful of blood and then gasped for breath. Ren Shaoyang plopped down next to him, gazing calmly at the colorful clouds in the sky, and chuckled, "That was exhilarating."

“Yes.” Mu Yingxiong’s lips curled into a carefree smile. “It’s so exhilarating, even death would be worth it.”

Ren Shaoyang shrugged and said, "It's a pity I don't smoke in this situation. If I were smoking a cigarette, it would be quite fitting."

Mu Yingxiong frowned and said, "Tobacco, alcohol, and women are the most vicious things for a swordsman."

"You haven't touched it?"

"no!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Heh, I haven't touched anything other than alcohol."

"It's best to avoid them altogether."

"I am as free and easy as flowing clouds and running water," Ren Shaoyang said leisurely. "Without greed or delusion, I am at ease and at peace."

Mu Yingxiong was silent for a moment, then said, "To indulge one's desires without transgressing the rules, to act recklessly while remaining magnanimous." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "I have always obeyed habit, and followed habit. Compared to the Sword God, I lack some elegance and magnanimity."

"It's not too late."

Mu Yingxiong shook his head and asked, "You're not going to kill me?"

"I'll kill you. I'll strike with deadly force the moment we meet," Ren Shaoyang said. "Why bother with all this cryptic banter?"

"What does the Sword God want?"

"You and Wuming should live well, at least for twenty years."

Mu Yingxiong thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow: "The Sword God wants us to participate in your twenty-year agreement with the Sword Saint?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily and said proudly, "I have said before that the only swordsmen in this world who can catch my eye are the Sword Saint twenty years from now, Nameless and you."

"I will be disappointed if you don't come."

Mu Yingxiong felt as if he had been slapped, his face burning with hot blood. He said, "Actually, you knew all along that I was no match for you?"

"Yeah, I knew you were going to lose from the first glance."

Hearing this, Mu Yingxiong was both amused and annoyed, and said, "The Sword God really doesn't lie."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and didn't reply.

"I think I now understand the shortcomings of my 'Absolute Sword'."

Mu Yingxiong's body slowly dissipated, becoming increasingly transparent, and his voice lingered.

"See you next time, but please, Sword God, witness my 'Turning the Tide' move."

No sooner had he spoken than Mu Yingxiong vanished without a trace.

Only the wind of the wilderness continued to blow gently, ruffling Ren Shaoyang's hair and his tattered white robe.

"There is a bit of life in ruthlessness, which is called the balance of Yin and Yang, life and death. Hmm, this move of 'finding life in a desperate situation' is tricky to think about."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, "I wonder which is stronger, the nameless 'Sword Blood Life' or the nameless 'Sword Blood Life'?"

suddenly.

Ren Shaoyang lay on his back on the pile of rubble, his head resting on his arm: "I've felt your presence ever since I came here."

He glanced sideways at the distant mountains and dense forests, and sneered, "I thought you would ambush me just now, but I didn't expect you to only dare to peek like a wild dog. What, after spending hundreds of years in the sword world, your skills have improved, but your pride has disappeared?"

"Sword Peak!"

"So you knew about my existence all along."

A chilling voice came, and then a ghostly shadow appeared and disappeared in an instant, as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, a strange man with a pale, greenish-white body, a bald head, and blue eyes appeared in front of Ren Shaoyang.

He stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the reclining sword god with a sinister smile. Although he didn't say anything, an invisible fear permeated the air, making people tremble with fear.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the green tattoo on his body and smiled faintly, "It does have a certain artistic feel to it."

Jian Yue chuckled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Sword God!"

"Tell me your purpose," Ren Shaoyang said casually, crossing his legs. "You're not just here to show me your tattoo, are you?"

"Of course not!" Jian Yue smiled sinisterly, pointing at Ren Shaoyang's right hand. "I came for your sword."

"Capture the dragon?" Ren Shaoyang smiled. "To escape, perhaps?"

“These two are not contradictory!” Jian Yue chuckled. “I wonder if the Sword God would be willing to part with either of them?”

"Give up what you love?" Ren Shaoyang's fingers twitched slightly. "I can give up your ancestors!"

Damn!
A blue sword light shot out, cutting through the air and heading straight for him. Before Jian Yue could react, the sword tip was already three inches between his eyebrows!

Feeling the pain and panic of being suspended between his eyebrows, Jian Yue shouted and flashed around frantically to dodge.

As he dodged, he shouted, "Sword God, you just fought to the death with Absolute Sword, how much strength do you have left to fight me?"

"Ha, I could play all day long."

With a flick of his wrist, Ren Shaoyang's sword tip trembled and pierced Jian Yue's "Shanzhong" and "Shenque" acupoints.

Blood splattered as Jian Yue tumbled and landed some distance away, baring his teeth and saying, "Since that's how it is, then don't blame me for being disrespectful!" His figure blurred, and he thrust out a finger.

With a whoosh, sword energy exploded, shattering the pile of stones.

Jian Yue laughed as he drew his sword: "Boundless Heavenly Sword - Aura Surging Through Mountains and Rivers!"

(End of this chapter)