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

Chapter 489 No, it's your calamity

"Who the hell are you? Stop playing tricks on me!"

With her hands on her hips, Hongxiu stood with a voice so loud it could startle a whole forest of birds; she was the epitome of the village's top street-swearing expert.

The man's aura faltered slightly, and his gaze fell on her, a hint of surprise flashing across his face: "In all these years, you're the first person to dare to curse my family like this."

Hongxiu curled her lip and said, "The Heavenly King himself is here!"

The man slightly raised his straw hat, as if waiting for something to continue.

But Hongxiu just stood there with her hands on her hips and glared, and that was the end of it.

The man in the straw hat sneered, "Where's the second half? Are you introducing someone to me?"

"Introduce yourself my foot!" Hongxiu raised her chin. "This heroine is introducing herself!" With a slight movement, she rushed in front of the man in the straw hat and casually pulled it off.

"Get down!"

The man in the straw hat's expression changed drastically. He felt that the woman's move was without any particular style or technique, like a wicked woman scratching his face, yet it was sharper than any other move.

He immediately roared, clenched his fist, and launched it into the air.

"The Mountain and Sea Fist Manual!"

With a loud bang, the air exploded, and a tree full of pine needles burst into fist-sized pieces that slammed down.

"Excellent fist technique!" Hongxiu glared and shouted, a bewitching red light flashing between her forehead. "Fall down!"

bass!
There was no actual flash of a blade, but there was a clanging sound as it fiercely approached the man in the bamboo hat.

The man in the straw hat laughed wildly: "Excellent swordsmanship!" He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

boom!
The man in the straw hat didn't fall; instead, he used the momentum to glide down. With a loud crack, the old pine tree behind him suddenly exploded, sending countless wood chips flying everywhere. Although he hadn't fallen, his straw hat was shattered, revealing him to be an unassuming middle-aged man.

He frowned and shook his head repeatedly, as if trying to clear his mind. He casually wiped his nose, leaving a bright red dot on his palm.

"Ha, buddy, now you know how powerful I am!"

Hongxiu walked over with an air of nonchalance, her laughter filled with an arrogant and overbearing tone.

"What kind of magic is this?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Sleeve Divine Blade".

"How impressive!" the middle-aged man exclaimed. "He actually used his primordial spirit as a weapon to carry out this killing spree."

"Of course, it's excellent swordsmanship."

Hongxiu placed one hand on her knife, her small eyebrows twitching.

The middle-aged man chuckled lightly: "Little girl, do you think I, Wu, am not capable?" Suddenly, he opened his tiger-like eyes, and the power of his divine cultivation was already showing.

Roar!
A tiger's roar seemed to echo from the void.

The little beggar felt a beam of light shoot towards her and immediately let out a delicate shout, which was no less than a dragon's roar.

Two completely different strange forces collided, one like a roaring tiger, the other like a divine dragon soaring through the sky. The two were locked in a stalemate, and the strange forces surged like a waterfall, turning from illusion into reality.

Suddenly, a wondrous sight appeared in the heavens and earth. Clouds and mist drifted in from nowhere, transforming into a dragon and a tiger, which pounced and fought each other before them. They separated and turned, sometimes merging and sometimes dispersing, unpredictable and infinitely mysterious.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly displayed a strange form, lunging forward like an arrow released from a bow. His spine undulated like a dragon, curving like an arched bridge, as if a dragon were roaming the heavens and earth. Although his posture was bizarre, his speed was incredibly fast.

His movements were not those of a human, but more like those of a wild beast.

With a pounce and a swing, it flew seven or eight zhang straight up, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Hongxiu. It curled its fingers into claws and launched a surprise attack.

Hongxiu grinned, stretched out her hands, and with a "thud," she grabbed the claw.

The two went from moving to still, and began to struggle against each other.

The middle-aged man leaped into the air and said in a deep voice, "If you didn't have the Demon Blade, I would really like to give you another deadly blade!"

"Really?"

Hongxiu was engrossed in her struggle when she suddenly heard these words. She looked up excitedly and exclaimed, her eyes shining.

The middle-aged man was stunned: "You really want it?"

Hongxiu grinned and said, "Why not take it if it's free!" She then forcefully snapped the rope with both hands.

The middle-aged man frowned: "You already have the peerless demonic sword, why are you still so greedy?"

"I'm just greedy!" Hongxiu said with her eyes closed, shaking her head proudly. "Is it too much? Not at all!"

The middle-aged man sneered, "I knew I wasn't wrong, you're not suitable."

As he was speaking, something unexpected happened!
The little beggar's round eyes widened in anger, and a sudden gleam of light appeared, like the dawn breaking, dazzling and astonishing!

The Sleeve Divine Blade!

It was the same technique that split Pang Ban in two back then.

The middle-aged man's gaze sharpened, meeting Hongxiu's eyes directly. He felt as if he had been struck a heavy blow to the heart, and a sharp pain shot through him.

With a "plop," the front of his clothes ripped, revealing a wound that appeared out of nowhere, from which blood gushed out.

"mean!"

The middle-aged man roared, his hands suddenly clenching into fists, as if he wanted to crush Hongxiu's hands.

Just then, Hongxiu grinned, her feet still off the ground, her body hanging upside down. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and exhaled a wisp of pale red smoke. The smoke curled and swirled, seemingly coming alive as it enveloped her!
The middle-aged man smelled a sweet, cloying odor and was both shocked and furious: "Poisoned?" With a sudden tremor of his hands, a devastating palm strike was unleashed.

hum!
As the red smoke dissipated, the little beggar was sent flying by the force that shook mountains and shattered peaks.

"Die!"

In a flash, the middle-aged man appeared and flicked out three fingers.

when!when!when!
The surging force of his fingers struck Hongxiu's body, producing a continuous metallic clang.

Hongxiu was sent flying backwards, crashing into a Jianmu tree with a loud bang before embedding herself heavily in the ground.

The middle-aged man exclaimed "Huh?" with a strange look in his eyes, muttering, "How could the One-Sword Immortal be so pathetic?"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a tightness in his ankle and looked down.

But then he saw Hongxiu grinning at him maliciously: "My turn!" Without saying a word, she swung her hand and slammed it to the ground!
boom!
The earth was blasted open, creating a terrifying crater. Sand and gravel scattered in all directions, like a waterfall hanging upside down.

The middle-aged man lay in the pit, covered in mud, but his expression remained calm. He said indifferently, "I really underestimated you."

Hongxiu suddenly opened her eyes wide, her cheeks puffed out, and her face turned bright red.

Roar!
A burst of dragon flame erupted violently!
Suddenly, a raging fire filled the pit, melting the sand and stones into a glassy state.

Despite the terrifying flames, the middle-aged man's smile remained unchanged: "Until we meet again."

Before he finished speaking, his entire figure rippled like wisps of smoke and then vanished completely with a "poof".

It was as if it had never existed, leaving only a mess and scorching air.

Faced with such an astonishing scene, Hongxiu immediately stopped breathing dragon energy, landed lightly, and had a solemn expression.

"Transforming Qi into form." Hongxiu narrowed her eyes, enunciating each word clearly, "One of the top ten martial artists, invincible in martial arts!"

The little beggar suddenly chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Damn it, it seems that Di Shitian is really a pig. A pig that has cultivated for two thousand years!"
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The crowd on the shore gasped in alarm, their hearts filled with anxiety.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Kid, do you admit defeat or not?"

At this moment, Ao Jue was already in dire straits. The sword wind from Bai Pao alone was enough to make him breathless, let alone the supreme sword intent that resonated with the heavens and earth.

But upon hearing this, a surge of pride welled up within him: "Why should I need anyone's pity? Even if I die under the sword of the Sword God, what is there to fear!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly spun around and stood up.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, feeling that his actions were like a sudden, abrupt note in a well-ordered musical piece, seemingly discordant yet unexpectedly harmonious, giving the impression of a brilliant solution.

Ren Jianshen laughed and said, "Good lad, you have ambition." As he spoke, his long sword shot out through the air like a shadow.

Ao Jue swung his sword backhand, deflecting Ren Shaoyang's sword, and used the momentum to leap up, his body like a swallow, drawing an arc in the air, and shouted: "Destiny!"

Suddenly, the sword underwent a dramatic change. The crimson light on its blade abruptly darkened, as if it had solidified all the resentment in the world, exuding an aura of dominating all things and slaughtering all living beings.

He wielded his sword with unrestrained passion, the light of his blade cascading down like lightning and thunder.

"Oh~!"

Just then, Ren Shaoyang sighed, "In the end, they still used this trick. They really don't listen."

On the other side, Wuming's expression also changed drastically: "This eerie aura is exactly the same as the sword energy unleashed by the 'Great Evil King'!" He suddenly realized and looked towards the village entrance, "The Buddhists are here!"

Wuming took a deep breath: "No wonder Shaoyang said they came for him! From the explosion of sword energy to Aojue's arrival, everything was interconnected, dazzling the eye." He stood up, his expression proud. "However, the person behind it all probably didn't expect that with me, Wuming, here, the truth will be revealed."

Suddenly, a burst of sword energy erupted from the direction of Fengxi Town, elegant and unrestrained, yet strangely malevolent!
Wuming froze, then his eyes widened in fury: "Jian Chen!" A gray shadow flashed and disappeared from the spot.

On the other side, Ao Jue thrust his sword down, ready to crush the white-robed man.

Suddenly, his wrist tightened, and a force of emptiness, like moonlight, passed through his body, causing him to lose his weight and be thrown up like a toy.

In mid-air, Ao Jue turned around in surprise and caught a glimpse of that white figure.

Ren Shaoyang held his wrist, his expression calm, but his clear eyes revealed a hint of apology and pity.

This puzzled Ao Jue greatly.

Ren Shaoyang's gaze met his for a moment, then parted again. In a daze, the two of them walked hand in hand and landed gracefully.

They were not like enemies, but rather like two close friends.

A gentle evening breeze blew, the river reflected the starry sky, and the surrounding mountains, forests, and vines were shrouded in a layer of mist.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly burst into laughter, released Ao Jue's wrist, and said loudly, "Good lad, you are among the top ten swordsmen of our time!"

Ao Jue was taken aback and said, "Sword God Ren, you flatter me."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "You are still young. After your battle with Tianjian in ten years, you will be able to enter the top five."

Upon hearing this, Ao Jue was deeply moved and clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Sword God Ren!"

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, his gaze turning towards the stone bridge, his expression somewhat complicated: "No need for thanks, your calamity has arrived."

"A calamity?" Ao Jue was taken aback.

Suddenly, the sound of chanting came from afar.

Ao Jue frowned and looked up. A group of monks, of all shapes and sizes, young and old, were coming across the stone bridge. They were carrying torches and were winding their way across like a fire dragon.

Two of the monks rushed forward without touching the ground and shouted in unison, "Ao Jue, hand over the 'Great Evil King'!"

(End of this chapter)