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

Chapter 488 The Time Hasn't Come Yet (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!)
"Capture the Dragon!"

Ao Jue's gaze was fixed on the crimson rainbow, his expression somewhat intoxicated.

"I haven't seen you in over ten years, you are truly breathtakingly beautiful!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Is that the 'Sword is more wicked than man' sword in your hand?"

"Has Ren Jianshen heard of this sword?"

“I’ve heard of it.” Ren Shaoyang smiled. “Your Sword Worship Manor is really interesting. You forge mostly malevolent and evil swords, such as the Sword of Destruction, the Sword of Peerless Excellence, and the Sword of Duel. It takes a lot of effort and lives. If you don’t suffer a major setback, who will?”

After hearing this, Ao Jue remained silent for a long time before sighing, "If it weren't for the Sword God leaving behind a drop of his blood, the peerless sword would never have been born, and even the 'Jue Sword' would never have been forged."

"Oh? This has something to do with me again?"

"I originally intended to use the 'Qilin Demon' blood, which is Nie Feng's blood, to unseal the Jue Sword," Ao Jue said with a smile, gently stroking the crimson blade. "But who knew that the Jue Sword would fall to the ground on its own, absorb the remaining 'Blood of the Sword God,' and unseal itself."

"Heh." Ren Shaoyang smiled in surprise, "Such a connection?"

"The origins are profound!" Ao Jue said earnestly. "That's why I'm eager to test my sword against the Dragon-Capturing Sword." As he spoke, the sword trembled violently, and its brilliance increased.

"bass!"

Not to be outdone, the dragon-capturing creature also unleashed its dazzling flames.

At this moment, the two crimson divine swords rang out with a clang, as if they were about to clash.

Ren Shaoyang held the sword and nodded, saying, "Indeed, my old friend is very excited."

Ao Jue shouted, "Sword God Ren, be careful!" As he spoke, his figure swept across the long river, and his sword, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, gracefully pierced through.

"it is good!"

Ren Shaoyang held his sword horizontally across his chest and made a diagonal slash. A sword light, elusive and ethereal, swept out.

A misty, ethereal cloud suddenly appeared over the entire river, making it difficult to discern anything.

Upon seeing this, Wuming suddenly opened his eyes wide and took on the role of explainer: "The sword has turned into mist!"

This sword strike is a more advanced version of "Sword Threads Crossing the Void," called "Sword Turning into Mist." Through the vibrational method of the Harmonious Law, thousands of sword threads are transformed into mist, killing without a trace.

Seeing the speed and unpredictability of his sword strike, which was unlike anything they had ever witnessed before, everyone couldn't help but worry for Ao Jue, their palms sweating.

Ao Jue sensed the danger of the fog before him, and his sword moved swiftly, seemingly multiplying from one to two, then from two to four, changing in countless ways. Under the setting sun, the clouds and fog dispersed, like thousands of red flowers blooming together.

In an instant, the two divine swords clashed, sparks flew, and a dazzling display of stars burst forth, dazzling the eyes and filling the ears with the clanging of swords.

The nameless man was so delighted by the sight that he couldn't help but recite: "The sky meets the clouds and waves, connecting with the morning mist; the Milky Way seems to turn as a thousand sails dance!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a "click" was heard, followed by cheers.

Wuming stared intently and saw that the small boat under Ren Shaoyang's feet had been shattered into thousands of broken pieces of wood and was slowly sinking into the water, while Ren Shaoyang himself stood on the river surface with a calm expression.

"Sword Master Ren, how was my strike?"

Ao Jue landed opposite him, brandished his sword, and said proudly.

Ren Shaoyang laughed, "Very good." He glanced at the nameless person watching the melon in the distance, and his smile widened, "You know, your real opponent is not me."

Ao Jue was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"Your sword can truly be called a 'demon sword,' surpassing even the legendary sword demon of yesteryear."

Ren Shaoyang lowered his longsword, lightly brushed it with his hand, and smiled, "And those who truly contend with the Demon Sword are those who surpass all swordsmen under heaven, those who can be called legends."

"Heavenly Sword!" Ao Jue blurted out.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly: "Haha! You are indeed clever. You may not have the skill to test your sword against the world, but you already have the magnanimity to do so. With you in Baijian Manor, the future will be bright."

Ao Jue laughed and said, "Sword God Ren, let's finish our duel first. I will then go find Senior Wuming!"

"Shaoyang, your skill in stirring up trouble far surpasses your swordsmanship!"

An unnamed sigh came, "I was just observing, how did you get involved?"

Ren Shaoyang said seriously, "Do you think I'm wrong?"

After a moment of silence, Wuming said nonchalantly, "That's right!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "A good opponent is just as hard to find as a confidant. I've found you an opponent for the next ten years. Isn't that wonderful?"

The man pointed at him with his finger and shook his head, saying, "You lazy, good-for-nothing rascal!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, looked at Ao Jue, pointed his sword diagonally, and shouted: "Heh, kid, behold my 'Flowing Wine Sword'!"

With a casual slash, he created several sword flowers, drifting in from afar.

Ao Jue's expression tightened. He felt that the incoming sword seemed to be unintentional, ordinary, yet as if it were made by nature.

He dared not be careless, and the "Heavenly Mandate Sword Path" was unleashed in response, its sharpness fully revealed. The sword danced into a ball of fire, scorching as it struck. Two clangs rang out.

The sword light receded, and the two retreated hastily.

"boom!"

A thunderous roar suddenly rose from the river.

Several jets of water shot up several meters high, creating an extraordinary spectacle.

Suddenly, two figures soared into the sky.

Ren Jianshen, dressed in flowing white robes, drew his sword with abandoning all thoughts and letting nature take its course. He discarded any extra skills and only used ordinary moves such as thrusting, clouding, twisting, and stabbing to deal with the situation.

When Ao Jue appeared, his black robes were as hard as iron, and his sword suddenly became magnificent and powerful, swift as a flying dragon, sweeping freely.

As if freed from the earth's constraints, the two drifted and turned in the air, surrounded by sword light and whistling sword energy.

Sometimes it's like a raging dragon entering the sea, stirring up storms and waves; other times it's like a needle hidden in cotton, elegant and beautiful.

The figures of the two were everywhere—in the sky, on the ground, and in the river—and sword flowers filled the sky.

Such a magnificent and exquisite sword fight, with its grand and sweeping movements, was truly unprecedented in history, leaving the audience mesmerized.

Wuming exclaimed in amazement: "Now, looking at Shaoyang's 'Flowing Wine Cup' again, there is no trickery in a single sword strike, only a gentle rhythm, which is in harmony with the Dao."

"The highest level of understanding is as follows: 'When you look at a mountain, it is still a mountain; when you look at water, it is still water.'"

The nameless man added in his heart, "But now, he can have mountains come to him and waters flow to him at will!" He clenched his fist, "I'm not as good as him."

Ren Shaoyang responded with only sword moves, fighting comfortably and happily. After deflecting several more moves and repelling Ao Jue, he flicked his sword with his finger and shouted, "Be careful, I'm about to use the 'Harmony' technique!"

Ao Jue, also caught up in the excitement of the fight, replied, "Please!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled nonchalantly, twisted his longsword, and the sword light arrived in an instant.

Ao Jue, with his spirit in harmony and his sword held horizontally across his chest, witnessed an indescribable scene as the two swords clashed.

when!
Ren Shaoyang shouted "Escape to the Netherworld!" but when he unleashed his swordsmanship, he actually shattered the opponent's form and made it look messy.

Each sword strike suddenly generates endless variations, using the sword to strike Ao Jue's center of gravity and gain control of his body.

Ao Jue had just received several sword strikes when his expression suddenly changed, and he knew something was wrong.

He felt the white-robed man casually swing his sword, and he was thrown about, his hands and feet were all wrong, his swordsmanship was wrong, and his internal energy and blood were even more wrong!
For a moment, Ao Jue felt that "a hero who has gone far away is no longer free." His moves and expressions were all out of harmony, cumbersome and extremely awkward.

He seemed to have been abandoned by heaven; the wind blocked him, the water blocked him, even his blood and clothes blocked him.

Ren Shaoyang remained calm, his swordsmanship fluid and omnipresent.

Arrogance is like being trapped in a vast ocean; one can only struggle to hold on.
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On a hillside near Fengxi Village, a crooked old pine tree stands leaning against the river.

A burly man in a straw hat stood with his arms crossed on a tree branch.

This person was dressed simply in a plain yellow robe, yet he was nine feet tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His perfect physique was clearly that of a chosen one born for martial arts.

Beneath the straw hat, his face was not clearly visible, but the well-defined jawline that was exposed gave off a unique sense of self-importance and aloofness.

A gentle evening breeze blows, and the tree branches sway.

The man in the straw hat swayed with the branches like a leaf.

"I never expected that even with Ao Jue's skills, he couldn't force out even a third of the Sword God's power!"

His voice was deep and muffled like thunder, causing the flowers and plants to rustle and sway.

"I knew it!"

Suddenly, a haughty voice rang out.

"You've been watching from here for ages, why don't you go down and spar with my cripple?"

The man in the straw hat had his back to the newcomer and didn't turn his head, saying calmly, "It's not time yet."

"when?"

A flash of red, and the little beggar appeared on the tree opposite him, knife in hand, and chuckled, "When?"

"You'll know after you read it."

The man in the straw hat slowly raised his head, revealing a square face. He exuded authority without anger, with a full beard on his chin, and his presence was extremely imposing.

Hongxiu's expression hardened. She knew that such a person was either a high-ranking official in the court or a powerful figure in the martial arts world.

But now, in the martial arts world of China, almost all the peerless masters have been wiped out by these three, and even Di Shitian has been refined into a pill for postgraduate studies.

Who is this person who is clearly looking for trouble?
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P.S.: I can only eat porridge these days, and it hurts even if I grit my teeth slightly. I'm turning this pain into motivation and will continue to update more frequently.
(End of this chapter)