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

Chapter 429 Demon Lord's Sword Prison
Jian Yue, this guy has lived in the sword world for hundreds of years.

They live like neither human nor ghost.

When he was in the mortal realm, his name was Jian Bei (Sword Sorrow).

This person is extremely talented. He actually fought to a draw with "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin" with his self-created "Yuan Tian Sword Technique"!
Later, Jian Bei exchanged the "Yuan Tian Sword Technique" for the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin" technique, greatly improving his cultivation. He even opened the Sword Realm, but because he was playful and reluctant to leave, he was trapped inside for hundreds of years.

Therefore, it can be seen that in order to achieve immortality, besides the Sacred Heart Technique, the Heaven-Shifting Divine Technique, the World-Destroying Demon Body, and the Four Divine Beasts, there are other methods.

You can also run into the Sword Realm to play hide-and-seek.

Returning to Jian Bei, this man had spent a long time in the Sword Realm, and his heart was filled with grief and indignation. His demonic thoughts rose, and he lost his human form, so he changed his name to Jian Yue.

As the saying goes, "whitewashing makes one weaker by three points, while turning evil makes one ten times stronger."

For the past few hundred years, Jian Yue has been observing the Sword Mountain, overlooking the Sword River, and occasionally teasing the demon king of the Sword Pool.

He was already an unparalleled genius, and now that he has come to the world of swords, it's like a mouse falling into a rice jar—he naturally learns unparalleled swordsmanship.

It has been a century to forge this sword, but its sharp edge has yet to be tested.

He wanted to draw his sword and kill, but he was trapped in prison and filled with resentment.

Now, witnessing the battle between Ren Jianshen and Mu Yingxiong, he was overjoyed! He finally had a chance to escape and make the world suffer!
Ren Shaoyang watched as the strange man's sword aura swept through everything, so sharp and unstoppable, just like Mu Yingxiong's.

With a slight flick of his finger, the Dragon Capture technique, though tangible, vanished into nothingness, piercing towards Jian Yue's chest.

Jian Yue chuckled, "What a divine skill of flying on a sword!" His figure flashed, faster than lightning, and his momentum was astonishing.

Ren Shaoyang lay motionless on his back, his head resting on his left arm, looking quite relaxed, as if on vacation, while his right hand flicked two fingers in a circle.

bass!
The dragon-capturing creature appeared and disappeared in the air, circling around Jian Yue and casting shadows.

Jian Yue laughed loudly: "Haha, hehe, wahahaha! What a fine sword, what a fine sword!"

Just then, I suddenly felt a chill on my chest; the tip of the sword was at me again!

"How can it be so fast?" Jian Yue exclaimed, his body moving like a whirlwind, kicking several times in quick succession, like a long sword dancing, causing sword energy to crisscross all around and scattering stones everywhere.

"Hmm, this is so strange~"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at it casually and said with a smile.

This statement has two meanings. One is to praise Jian Yue for using his legs as swords, which is strange and unpredictable. The other is to say that this move is the ultimate move in the "Nameless Sword Technique" created by Wuming.

As Jian Yue rolled towards them, he kicked and sent out sharp, swift stones flying like arrows.

Ren Shaoyang pointed his finger, and the sword flashed. The stones split into several pieces. Before they even hit the ground, they rang out with a clang, and the sword tip suddenly dropped down, piercing his lower abdomen.

Jian Yue was startled and quickly dodged to the side, but unexpectedly, the Dragon-Capturing Sword suddenly grew longer, transforming from a five-foot-long sword into a ribbon of about twenty feet!
With a whoosh, it trembled and was cleaved in two at the waist.

Unable to dodge in time, Jian Yue could only deliver a high, swift, and merciless high kick in a circular motion, as fast as lightning.

when!
The dragon suddenly bent like a hook and soared into the sky.

Jian Yue also leaped backward more than ten feet on one foot to dodge the bone-piercing sword strike, and was shocked: "How can this person's swordsmanship be so powerful?"

Looking up at the reclining figure, I felt a mixture of surprise and frustration.

"This guy just had a close fight with Mu Yingxiong and won by a single move. He couldn't possibly be so nonchalant! He's deliberately not getting up; he's just bluffing me!"

Seeing this, Jian Yue shouted, "Sword God, you bastard, you picked up a few nonsensical sword techniques from somewhere and dare to scare me?"

His figure was like a ghost, he rushed forward and kicked him again!
When Ren Shaoyang saw that his kick was unusually cunning and vicious, as if it were coming at him in a great hurry, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Sword Twelve, and the 'Sword Brilliance' of the Eclipse Sword Technique?"

With his fingers circling again, the sword's momentum suddenly changed, and like a shooting star, it drifted down towards Jian Yue.

Jian Yue's movements were as swift as lightning, and his ability to capture dragons was as powerful as a storm.

"The Sword God is indeed the Sword God. He can deal with my sword strikes while lying still, and he knows the moves like the back of his hand."

Jian Yue unleashed a series of kicks, sending Qinlong flying, and chuckled, "However, I know a thousand times more sword techniques than you do!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a flurry of attacks came crashing down upon him. Clearly, the intention was not only to force him to his feet, but also to overpower him with sheer force of swordsmanship!

Ren Shaoyang unleashed several sword strikes, smiled faintly, and said, "It looks lively, but it's actually not worth mentioning."

brush!
Jian Yue flipped over and landed on a pile of stones. Upon hearing the words "not worth mentioning," he flew into a rage: "Sword God, how dare you insult me?"

"Let me tell you the truth."

"Shut up!" Jian Yue roared, pointing his halberd. "I hate you!"

Ren Shaoyang was stunned: "Why do you hate me?"

"I hate all swordsmen in the world, a hatred etched into my very bones! So I will make all the swordsmen in the world bow down to me!" Jian Yue roared loudly.

"Sword God, I hate you the most! So today, I will first subdue you and seize the Dragon-Capturing Sword!"

The hatred in Jian Yue's heart was aroused, causing him to change from his previous gloomy demeanor to a madman-like state, swinging his legs like swords and launching a fierce attack.

"Nonsense!" Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly and swung his arm sharply!
A flash of sword light appeared in mid-air, and the dragon-capturing creature shook its head and tail, moving nimbly towards Jian Yue in an instant.

Jian Yue saw a sliver of cold star suddenly appear, smiled coldly, raised his leg and twisted it as if it were a real sword, sweeping Qinlong aside.

"Sword God, I have absorbed sword energy day and night for hundreds of years, and my body has long been cultivated to be indestructible. I am not afraid of your Dragon-Capturing Sharpness!"

"Is that so?" Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow.

The longsword suddenly softened, coiling around like a serpent, and with a flash of light, it pierced towards Jian Yue's throat.

"Damn it, that ghost sword!"

Seeing this, Jian Yue pushed against the pile of stones with both hands and quickly fell down.

Ke Qinlong was as if he were alive. With a single sword stroke, he shattered the rocks, and as Jian Yue fell, he stayed close behind him, showing no sign of letting up.

Jian Yue darted into the forest, touched a tree, and lifted himself upwards.

brush!
The sword flashed, and with a crack, the tree snapped in two and slowly toppled over.

Driven by Ren Shaoyang, Qinlong slightly raised its head and relentlessly pursued, truly capable of flying and escaping into the earth, and omnipotent!

Jian Yue fled in a sorry state, with the sword trailing behind, stabbing him repeatedly. As he leaped up, it stabbed him; as he scrambled down, it thrust down.

In an instant, the tree canopies flew up one after another, like giant dandelions.

All of this was caused by the sword blades slicing through the trees, breaking them into pieces.

Jian Yue was darting around the cliffs, already in grave danger. If it weren't for his ghostly skills, he would have been stabbed into a bloody mess by now.

A hundred feet away, sword energy crisscrossed, gleaming brightly, chilling people to the bone and making their hair stand on end.

The sword light was not complicated, it came straight and went straight, but the sword momentum was high and far, as if it were the clouds of eternity, ethereal and boundless.

Ren Shaoyang leisurely lay on the ground, launching his attacks, yet forcing Jian Yue to flee in a sorry state, displaying a truly carefree and nonchalant demeanor! "Jian Yue, the Dragon Capture is right in front of you, why aren't you grabbing it?"

"Damn it! A sword god with a divine sword? You're going too far!" Jian Yue cursed. "You destroyed my First Emperor Sword, leaving me without a proper weapon. You deserve to die!"

"And let me tell you, the Dragon Capture's favorite master isn't you, not you!!!"

The sword's momentum paused.

"Ah."

Ren Shaoyang reached out and summoned the dragon, which then retracted into the shape of an iron cone. He smiled faintly and said, "It is said that you have been in the sword world for a long time and can hear the voice of the sword's heart. Is that true?"

Jian Yue's expression changed, and he put his hands on his hips, saying, "So what if it is?"

"What did you just hear?" Ren Shaoyang asked with a smile. "I'd like to know."

Jian Yue smiled mysteriously: "Hehe, don't be upset when you hear that."

Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.

"Heh heh, although Qinlong is quite satisfied with you, she's always had someone else in her heart!" Jian Yue grinned maliciously, hands on his hips. "Want to know who it is?"

Ren Shaoyang said indifferently, "Continue."

"Haha, what she misses is the person who sealed her away!"

Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Who is that person?"

"Hmm, I don't know about that." Jian Yue shrugged. "Unless you show me the Dragon Capture skill again."

bass!
Before he could finish speaking, the dragon-capturing sword was already at his throat!

"Fast, really fast!" Jian Yue laughed heartily. "Is this your 'Escape Sword'? Combined with 'Flying Immortal Sword Technique,' it's faster than a thought!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point."

Ren Shaoyang slowly sat up and coughed twice.

"You are indeed severely injured." Jian Yue picked up the Dragon Capture and sighed, "Even so, I still can't beat you."

He held the sword, sensing its power, and only spoke after a long while.

"Qinlong said that she was originally Zhuo Lingzhao's weapon, but was later found by the leader, who used it to roam the martial arts world of 'divine weapons'. Later, she was sealed with 'Starfall Cold Iron' and given to Linghu Chong and his wife as a wedding gift."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Heh, the little beggar is actually a descendant of Linghu Chong."

"Hehe, Sword God, who is that so-called 'leader'?" Jian Yue asked with a grin.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly. "If you provoke me, I'll just kill you. But if you provoke him, the entire sword world will be wiped out."

Jian Yue's expression turned serious, and he clenched his fist tightly around the dragon-capturing weapon.

He could hear the sword's heart, so he naturally knew that Ren Shaoyang was not lying. According to him, this "leader" was probably even more terrifying than the Sword God!
"Hmph, if I can't beat them, can't I at least run away?"

Jian Yue snorted coldly, immediately sheathed his sword, and fled into the forest!
"Escape?" Ren Shaoyang sneered. "You think you can escape from me?" His figure flickered.

The next moment, a beam of ethereal moonlight suddenly appeared in the sky.

Above Jian Yue's head, it was as if a new moon had bloomed, its light not harsh, but like the gentle gaze of a lover.

"Yuan Tian Sword Technique!" Jian Yue shouted, thrusting his sword forward. But under the moonlight, the sword vanished into dust.

The moonlight roared down, crashing down upon him!

Jian Yue was shocked. He could never believe that his invincible "Yuan Tian Sword Technique" could not withstand the Wind and Moon Sword!

how can that be!

He roared and unleashed another powerful sword strike!
The moonlight that Ren Shaoyang had transformed into gently settled on his head, neither strong nor weak, simply illuminating the world with a soft glow.

Unmoved.

Jian Yue's eyes were bloodshot as he screamed madly, "How could this be? How could there be such swordsmanship in the world!"

"It seems you're nothing special after all." A detached voice came from behind.

Jian Yue's face darkened, and he was about to turn around when he suddenly saw a pool of moonlight flowing across his face like water.

His heart tightened, and then everything went white before his eyes. The moonlight, like a three-foot-long divine sword, pierced through his Laogong acupoint, passed through his palm, and the sword tip moved swiftly, stabbing straight into his shoulder blade.

"Ah~! My hand!" Jian Yue screamed repeatedly.

But that wasn't the end of it. Ren Shaoyang snatched the divine sword away and then kicked it straight into the chest.

"boom"!
Jian Yue was sent flying backward, covered in blood!

Ren Shaoyang didn't even look at the fallen man. He reached out and flicked his wrist, and the Dragon Capture sword stretched out and transformed into a five-foot-long sword.

"Sigh, I never imagined you'd roamed the world of divine weapons and mystical arts." Ren Shaoyang gently stroked the sword and smiled faintly. "Indeed, you are something else."

Qinlong murmured softly, and the crystalline, sharp blade of his sword trembled slightly, as if in response to his words.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Relax, relax! Why would I be angry? Do you think I'm a petty person?"

Suddenly, he changed his tone and cursed, "The leader is just a lousy palm-wielder; he doesn't know anything about swordsmanship!"

Just as he was alternating between laughing and getting angry.

Something unexpected happened!

A strong, pungent smell of blood rose silently, then dissipated with a gust of wind, omnipresent, like a giant shadow looming over the sky.

Strange noises erupted from all directions, like the wailing of ghosts, extremely mournful.

Ren Shaoyang frowned and turned to look.

Countless wisps of black smoke seeped from the ground, followed by three-foot-square bubbles that rose and fell, making a rumbling sound as they surged and spread.

"Sword God, hello there."

But then Jian Yue returned!

The strange man stood in mid-air, his eyes bloodshot, blood vessels bulging in his eye sockets, and his smile vicious, quite different from before.

Behind him, twelve sword energies, accompanied by eerie, shrill demonic sounds, flickered in and out of sight, weaving and shifting. Wherever they passed, space cracked and distorted, and an evil intent capable of destroying and devouring all things rushed forth!

"The Twelve Swords of Profound Yin." Ren Shaoyang, wielding the Dragon-Capturing Sword, finally turned serious. "You are the Demon Lord!"

"Hehe, finally meeting the Sword God is wonderful!"

Demon King Jian Yue's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised two fingers, letting out a sinister laugh.

"It's a pity you've already used your 'Wind and Moon Sword Qi' twice in one day! I'm curious, without this sword technique, how will you deal with me?"
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P.S.: Speaking of which, when the Demon Lord Lan Wu first appeared, he was absolutely amazing, the undisputed number one in the world. But after being utterly defeated by Lao Bu, the Demon Lord seemed to have lost his erectile function.
(End of this chapter)