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

Chapter 430 The Twelve Swords of Xuan Yin (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month!)

Hearing the Demon Lord's words.

Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes, offering no rebuttal. The Wind and Moon Sword Qi was indeed his strongest offensive technique.

Unfortunately, this sword technique can only be used once every four hours.

Despite having a physique forged by the "Black-level Pagoda" and the "Great Vajra Divine Power," he can forcibly use it twice within four hours.

But we've already used it all up, and now we have no energy left.

"Here, you can see all the sword techniques in the world, right?" Ren Shaoyang asked.

“Of course!” Demon King Sword Yue laughed.

"I see." Ren Shaoyang nodded. "This place really is something special."

"If the Sword God is interested, we can make a deal."

The Demon King Sword Mountain landed on the ground, its demonic energy emanating from its body, ready to spring into action. Its face was crisscrossed with scars, which had turned into thick keratin, with prominent veins and blood lines, as red as fire, making it extremely terrifying.

"Oh?" Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "You want to make a deal with me?"

"That's right!"

"Tell me something."

Demon King Jian Yue chuckled: "I have long admired the Sword God's demeanor."

Ren Shaoyang said, "That's a fact, so what?"

"I am not a physical being. To leave the Sword Realm, I need two things." The Demon Lord's eyes were bloodshot and turbid, and with each breath, a foul stench emanated from him. "The first is the Key to the Sword Realm, and the second is the body of the Sword God!"

Ren Shaoyang frowned. In his entire life, he had never seen such a deformed and ugly person.

"So, you want my Dragon Capture to open the Sword Realm, and you also want my body, right?"

The Demon Lord clapped his hands and laughed: "That's right, that's right!"

Ren Shaoyang held out his hand: "What are the benefits?"

"Benefits?" the Demon King Sword Yue asked strangely. "If I possess you, you will be able to master any sword technique in the world, and the peerless divine power 'Twelve Swords of Profound Yin' can also be attached to you. From now on, you will not only be invincible in the way of the sword, but also invincible in the world!"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and glanced at him, then shook his head like a rattle-drum: "No, no."

"What's wrong with it?" Demon King Sword Yue frowned. "Isn't being invincible good?"

Ren Shaoyang pointed at his face and shouted, "I, the dignified White-Robed Sword God, rely more on my face than my sword when I roam the martial world. If I really turned into such a hideous creature like you, I might as well just die!"

"you!"

Demon Lord was completely taken aback by Ren Shaoyang's thought process. He was furious that Ren Shaoyang would reject him in such a way.

"Looks matter? Fine, I'll disfigure you first, then take over your body and go to the mortal world to slaughter rivers of blood and drink the blood of warriors!"

brush!
A fierce wind arose from the side, and the Demon King Sword Mountain appeared like lightning, pointing a finger at him. Ren Shaoyang frowned, and immediately flicked his wrist, a flash of azure light disappearing in the wind.

In an instant, the gale stopped.

The two changed positions. Ren Shaoyang lowered his longsword, coughed up blood, and a spot of crimson on his chest slowly spread, followed by a torrent of blood.

Demon King Jian Yue suddenly flew into a rage: "Useless, useless, useless body! Facing a sword god who is so badly injured that he is practically just a shell of a sword, you can still get hurt!"

But a small bloodstain on the back of his neck was slowly widening, and his head drooped down. If it weren't for the skin still attached to his throat, it would have almost fallen off.

"Kaka~"

But then Demon Lord Jian Yue pressed his head down, and the wound disappeared in an instant, as if he had recovered!
"Hehe, what an exquisite 'Flowing Wine Sword'." Demon King Sword Yue's voice drifted over, "If I weren't in this Sword Realm, I'm afraid I would be dead."

This demon was formed from the killing intent of the Sword Realm. It was extremely brutal but had no physical form. In the original story, it also used the "Peerless Demon Sword" to escape the Sword Realm.

The "Peerless Demon Sword" is still not fully forged, and its escape is nowhere in sight. But unexpectedly, it has met the Sword God Ren, the perfect host.

The Demon Lord was naturally incredibly greedy and excited. So, taking advantage of the moment when Jian Yue was dizzy from being beaten by Ren Shaoyang, he forcibly possessed him, intending to use this person to subdue the Sword God!
Then, Demon Lord Jian Yue laughed wildly and charged forward with tremendous force, his strength and ferocity unparalleled.

Without thinking twice, Ren Shaoyang flashed his sword and stabbed Ren Shaoyang in the left chest.

Sparks flew everywhere, but it still couldn't penetrate!

This is unprecedented. The Dragon-Capturing Sword is the head of all swords, with unparalleled sharpness. It can pierce through even iron armor and divine weapons with a single strike, let alone flesh and blood.
Ren Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, then saw the Demon King Sword Yue grinning, pointing his fingers and suddenly spitting out a wisp of blood light, thrusting straight at him!

The moment the crimson light appeared, the world changed color!

It is the most sinister sword technique in the world of Fengyun—the Twelve Swords of Xuanyin!

The move that Demon King Sword Mountain used was the first one.

"Heaven and earth are solely governed by my own Dao!"
Demon King Jian Yue was enveloped in blood-red sword energy; his entire being, no! It was as if the entire sword world was slashing down with him.

Ren Shaoyang coughed up a mouthful of blood, and with a crack, his arm broke, causing him to slide backward.

Just as it was about to crash into the boulder, it flipped over, leaped up, placed its feet on the rock, bent its body like a bow, and with a sudden burst of strength, kicked straight at the top of its lungs!
"Hmph!" Demon King Sword Yue laughed loudly, "A mere trick!" He stomped the ground, and six blood-red sword energies burst forth from the earth, like demonic claws, devouring everything in their path.

"All things become my sword!"

These six sword energies were dazzling and unpredictable, exuding a terrifying killing intent.

"when!"

Another loud bang.

Ren Shaoyang's boots shattered, his feet were covered in blood, and he was sent flying backward, staggering back in a sorry state.

This is not finished!
But then he saw the six sword energies chasing after him. When Ren Shaoyang saw their trajectory, he felt his scalp tingle.

The speed of the Twelve Profound Yin Swords is unparalleled, its power is incomparable, and its offensive ferocity is simply a martial art from another dimension!

Ren Shaoyang's Yi Jin Jing and Great Vajra Divine Power shattered upon contact, utterly unable to withstand them. Even though his body had long since reached the Vajra realm, it still crumbled upon the mere touch of the sword energy.

Such terrifying suppressive power is something I have never encountered before.

The sword energy was about to strike again.

Ren Shaoyang wielded his longsword, fighting six opponents single-handedly.

He parried an unparalleled sword aura with his horizontal sword, then thrust his sword against another wisp of sword aura. With all his might, his sword flashed! The Dragon Capture sword suddenly turned indigo blue. With each swing, a wisp of sword aura was unleashed, and with a thousand swings, a thousand wisps of sword aura were unleashed. With a flick of the sword light, thousands of sword lights burst forth and exploded outwards, the sword aura chilling and the sword wind whistling.

The "Mysterious Yin Sword Qi" swirled back and forth, clashing wildly with the sword light. In an instant, the world was filled with the sound of swords clashing, omnipresent and resounding everywhere.

brush!
Ren Shaoyang shouted loudly, and his sword split into six blades, thrusting forward in a flurry!

But Demon King Jian Yue remained motionless, and the six sword energies also suddenly withdrew.

A buzzing sound.

The sword blades attacked various parts of his body.

However, this sword blade, capable of splitting gold and shattering stone, was blocked in mid-air and could not advance an inch!
Moreover, Ren Shaoyang felt a surge of sword energy emanating from his opponent's body, heading straight for the blade.

Ren Shaoyang was startled and hurriedly withdrew his sword, followed by a palm strike that landed squarely on the shoulder of the Demon King Sword Yue.

The monster darted a few steps to the side, shook its head and smiled, then attacked with another finger.

Ren Shaoyang's palm strike carried the power of "Black-level Floating Pagoda," seemingly ordinary, but in fact, it was incredibly powerful, capable of shattering even a massive boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds with a single blow.

Demon King Jian Yue remained unfazed, showing no signs of pain, which greatly alarmed Ren Shaoyang, who quickly dodged past him.

The finger missed its mark, striking the rock squarely with a crack, penetrating deep into the stone. As it withdrew, powder splattered out with a soft hiss. It had pulverized the rock with a single finger, leaving only the outer shell.

The force of his fingers and the ferocity of his sword energy were beyond imagination.

Demon King Jian Yue laughed loudly and exclaimed, "Sword God, this is the Twelve Swords of Profound Yin! Not only is its attack unparalleled, but its defense is also unparalleled!"

His body was surrounded by sword energy like a hedgehog, densely packed, surging and intertwining.
Ren Shaoyang coughed: "The Profound Yin Sword Armor?"

"Exactly! That last sword strike was deliberately held back by me, so that you would understand the difference between humans and gods!"

"Is that so?" Ren Shaoyang ripped off his tattered white robe, revealing himself covered in wounds and barely able to stand. "Then why did I only see six swords? Weren't there twelve?"

"Why?" Demon Lord Jian Yue sneered. "It's because Jian Yue's body is too weak and he can't withstand all the sword energy! But that doesn't matter anymore."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Not important?"

"That's right!" Demon King Jian Yue laughed heartily, "He's just a loser. The truly important one is you, Sword God!"

Ren Shaoyang took a few deep breaths to ease the pain in his body. He had just taken two sword strikes, which had made his internal organs feel like they were about to shatter, and he could barely stand up.

"Looks like you've got me cornered today?"

"Otherwise what?" Demon Lord Sword Yue laughed. "In the Sword Realm, I am the heavens! Do you still have any trump cards up your sleeve?"

"It's not that there aren't any~"

"What did you say?"

Ren Shaoyang coughed twice and asked, "By the way, there's a question I'd like to ask you."

Demon King Jian Yue laughed and said, "Ask away, this is the mercy I should show to my host."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "It is said that for every new sword technique created in the mortal world, there is a towering peak in the sword realm." He looked up and said, "But when I came here, I saw Heavenly Sword Peak, Absolute Sword Peak, and the Sword Saint's Ruthless Peak. Why is mine not here?"

Demon King Jian Yue was stunned. He quickly turned his head to look around. After looking for a while, he suddenly shouted, "Hey! That's strange. How could yours not be here?"

“Yes, but mine isn’t included.” Ren Shaoyang said as he backed away, arriving at the Jian River.

"No, no, no!"

"What's wrong again?"

"Your swordsmanship is divine; there's no way you wouldn't have a sword blade!" the Demon Lord shouted. "I witnessed your swordsmanship in the Sword Pool!"

He then proceeded to recount them in great detail, “You possess the Thirteen Swords of Kunlun, the Sword Qi of Canhe, the Sword of Wind and Moon, and the Flying Immortal Technique of the Sword Control, all of which were eventually incorporated into your self-created ‘Three Elements Sword of Kunlun,’ right?”

“Yes, yes!” Ren Shaoyang stepped barefoot into the Sword River and nodded with a smile.

"Then why is there no Sword Peak of yours in the Sword Realm?"

"Am I not strong enough?"

"Bullshit!" the Demon Lord roared. "You're not strong? If you weren't strong, how could you have collapsed Absolute Sword Peak and beaten Sword Peak like a dog?"

Ren Shaoyang put one hand on his waist and laughed, "The fact is, it doesn't exist."

"The Sword Realm is supreme and impartial; it cannot make a mistake," the Demon Lord said impatiently. "If you can't be the highest mountain, then be the longest river."

At this point, he suddenly paused.

He then turned sharply to Ren Shaoyang, who had stepped into the Sword River, and said in a stern voice, "You, you knew all along that you didn't have a Sword Mountain, but you had a Sword River?"

Ren Shaoyang, shrugging, said, "Yeah."

The Demon Lord's expression darkened: "Do you think that by stepping into the Sword River you can resist my Twelve Profound Yin Swords?"

"Heh, give it a try."

"Very well, then let's finish this in one battle!" Demon King Sword Yue shouted, and suddenly flicked his fingers, "Heavenly thunder guides my sword!"

Hooray!
The crimson sky was filled with dark clouds, and a crimson thunderbolt struck down with a deafening roar. Guided by the sword finger, it transformed into an incomparably powerful celestial sword, slashing straight down!
This sword strike unleashed a powerful crimson light, causing the earth and sky to tremble wherever it passed, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius.

The earth was shaken by this force, and the clouds rose up, drifting into the sky with the crimson lightning, like clusters of dark clouds, filled with smoke and miasma, obscuring the sun, and accompanied by the sound of thunder that could be heard from the mountains.

suddenly!

The blood-red lightning sword, along with the mud and sand on the ground, rushed towards Ren Shaoyang with the Demon Lord's finger!
This hit was solid; not only would a mere Sword God be destroyed, but the entire land would be utterly shattered.

Ren Shaoyang's hair flew wildly, standing on end in a mess, and his body was covered in countless small cuts from the dissipating sword energy, from which blood flowed freely.

But he still looked down at the Sword River, as if there was something surprising inside.

At the very moment the thunderbolt struck.

suddenly!

A loud shout came from the river: "Who bullied my brother, Xiao?" Immediately followed by a deafening dragon's roar.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

The Jianhe River was completely lifted into the air.

(End of this chapter)