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Chapter 413 An Alternative Form of Man and Sword Unity
Like the Heavenly Demon Harp, the Crescent Moon Gate's "Divine Blade Slash" was also created based on this demonic curved blade.

Only when paired with the Crescent Moon Blade can the Crescent Moon Sect's "Divine Blade Slash" be brought to its full potential.

Without the Crescent Moon Blade, the power of the "Divine Blade Slash" martial art would be greatly reduced.

This is one of the main reasons why Ren Donghai was no match for Huang Xuemei before.

However, unlike the Heavenly Demon Harp, the Crescent Moon Saber is a weapon that possesses demonic power.

It can influence the person wielding the knife without them even realizing it.

This causes the person wielding the knife to become bloodthirsty.

The reason why the Round Moon Gate was marked with the mark of a demonic sect is also inseparable from this demonic sword.

Judging from the current situation, Ren Zhenbei was already corrupted by killing intent, but in the past he was able to suppress this demonic nature and killing intent in his body with his own cultivation and will.

However, after Gu Shaoan and Huang Xuemei went to Yuanyue Gate to kill Ren Donghai today, Ren Zhenbei was completely consumed by murderous intent, thus going mad.

Upon hearing Gu Shaoan's words, Huang Xuemei narrowed her eyes slightly, and then her ten fingers flew across the strings of the Heavenly Demon Harp like flying flowers.

As the clear and cold sound of the zither rang out, waves of sound, like ocean waves, surged toward the gaunt figure enveloped in crimson energy in the arena.

Faced with these oncoming sound waves, Ren Zhenbei simply stood still without making any move.

However, just as those sound waves were about to touch the crimson aura surrounding Ren Zhenbei within a three-foot radius.

"Om~"

A strange clang suddenly emanated from the crescent-shaped blade in Ren Zhenbei's hand, which was as blue as distant mountains.

The sound of the blade was not loud, but it carried an indescribable penetrating power, like an echo in an empty valley under the moon, or the desolation of cold rain tapping on a window.

The moment the sword rang out, the several invisible sound waves that attacked seemed to melt and dissipate rapidly, like thin snow under the warm winter sun, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Faced with this scene, a clear look of surprise flashed across Huang Xuemei's eyes.

Ren Zhenbei seemed oblivious to what had just happened, or rather, he didn't care at all. His scarlet eyes remained fixed on Huang Xuemei.

He gripped the crescent-shaped scimitar with increasing force, his knuckles turning slightly white from the strain.

Seeing this, Huang Xuemei narrowed her eyes and poured all her pure internal energy into the Heavenly Demon Harp.

"Zheng—"

A sharp, tearing sound from the piano rang out.

The moment the music resonated, an immense, five-zhang-long, and deep blue-green sound blade, incredibly refined, materialized out of thin air in front of the Heavenly Demon Harp.

This attack drained nearly half of Huang Xuemei's internal energy, its power far exceeding any move she had made against Ren Donghai.

The cyan sonic blade, carrying overwhelming force, instantly traversed a distance of ten zhang and slashed towards Ren Zhenbei.

Even before the sonic blade arrived, its incomparably sharp aura had already caused the crimson aura around him to fluctuate violently, as if it could be sliced ​​open at any moment.

However, faced with this special sonic blade containing terrifying energy and power, Ren Zhenbei's scarlet eyes showed no rational response. Just as the cyan sonic blade was about to hit him, he casually raised his right hand, which was holding the crescent-shaped blade, towards the huge cyan sonic blade from below!
A similarly azure blade aura flowed from the blade of the crescent moon scimitar.

The moment the blade energy made contact with the enormous cyan sonic blade, it cleaved the formidable five-zhang-long blade in two with overwhelming force.

The cleaved sonic blade didn't even have time to unleash its vibrational energy before its structure collapsed and its energy dissipated upon contact with the crescent-shaped blade light, turning into countless blue light spots that quickly vanished into the air, leaving only a chaotic flow of air.

Huang Xuemei's expression suddenly changed, and her cold eyes were filled with astonishment.

Clearly, they hadn't expected that her sonic blade would be broken so easily.

At the same time, Ren Zhenbei seemed completely unconcerned about the result of his strike. His scarlet eyes glanced at the slightly trembling curved blade in his hand, which seemed to carry a hint of excitement and thirst, and then looked at Huang Xuemei, whose face was solemn on the high platform. A ferocious and cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh!"

The next instant, as the hard stone slab beneath Ren Zhenbei's feet shattered, Ren Zhenbei's gaunt figure, enveloped in blood-red energy, shot straight toward Huang Xuemei like a blood-red arrow fired from a powerful crossbow, tearing through the air at a speed beyond the limits of human vision.

The distance of five zhang seemed to shrink to an inch under his feet, and he traversed half of it in an instant.

It was so fast that Huang Xuemei could only vaguely catch a glimpse of it.

Before the person even arrived, the intense, almost tangible, chilling killing intent already rushed towards them.

Even Huang Xuemei, with her strong will, instinctively felt a tightness in her heart when she sensed this murderous intent, as if she were being targeted by a venomous snake.

Huang Xuemei's pupils contracted sharply, and her hands were already on the strings, ready to use "Tianlong Eight Sounds" to respond.

"Roar--"

A majestic, powerful roar, seemingly coming from the highest heavens or the depths of the earth, suddenly exploded in the sky without warning.

Between them, and directly in front of Ren Zhenbei's charging path, a thunderous explosion occurred!

The powerful and fierce sound wave in the voice actually made the chilling killing intent that filled the surrounding air pause for a moment.

At the same time, Ren Zhenbei, whose mind was completely dominated by killing, suddenly narrowed his scarlet pupils and swung his right hand, which was holding the crescent-shaped blade, upwards.

A sharp blade aura, condensed to the point of being almost tangible and about three zhang long, burst forth from the tip of the blade.

Where the blade's energy passed, the air was silently sliced ​​apart, leaving a lingering blue mark that seemed to tear apart space itself!

Huang Xuemei looked up and saw the blade energy colliding with a dragon-shaped energy blast roaring down from the sky.

"boom!"

As the roar resounded, visible ripples of violence spread wildly in all directions.

Under the impact of this powerful and unparalleled shockwave, Ren Zhenbei's originally unstoppable momentum was also halted. His feet slid backward for about ten feet before he could barely stabilize himself, and the blood-red aura around his body fluctuated violently.

Gu Shaoan, who was just on the eaves, fell down as if by a gentle breeze.

The moment her feet touched the ground, a gentle yet overwhelming force burst forth from behind Gu Shaoan. Huang Xuemei felt her body lighten, and she was involuntarily lifted up by this gentle force, drifting backward two zhang like a willow catkin.

At the same time, Gu Shaoan's voice rang in Huang Xuemei's ears. "Your mastery of 'Tianlong Bayin' is not yet sufficient, let me do it!"

As the ultimate technique of the Round Moon Sect, "Divine Blade Slash" initially appears to be unremarkable, but each move contains a chilling killing intent, and its true nature is difficult to discern.

Especially when combined with his own killing intent and the inherently demonic crescent blade, its power is even more terrifying.

Gu Shaoan also sensed a distinct sword intent emanating from Ren Zhenbei.

Judging from the intensity of this sword intent, Ren Zhenbei has clearly entered the second realm of swordsmanship.

Furthermore, Ren Zhenbei is now fully cultivating his three essences, energy, and spirit, and can mobilize all of them except for his own internal energy.

With such a foundation, even under normal circumstances, Huang Xuemei, with her current strength, would not be a match for Ren Zhenbei.

Moreover, Ren Zhenbei, due to his murderous intent, has achieved a degree of unity with the crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand.

Although this unity of man and sword can be called unconventional, it is entirely due to the demonic nature of the Crescent Moon Blade.

However, this also significantly improved Ren Zhenbei's strength.

In Gu Shaoan's view, Ren Zhenbei's current strength is several levels stronger than Zhu Wushi or the Demon Master Pang Ban, and he is even no less than Tu Baichuan, the Celestial Realm expert of the imperial court.

Seeing Gu Shaoan enter, Huang Xuemei did not move again. Instead, after catching her breath, she leaped onto the eaves, holding the zither in her left hand and placing her right hand on the strings, ready to make a move at any moment.

Inside the arena, Ren Zhenbei's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Gu Shaoan, and the crescent-shaped blade in his hand seemed to tremble constantly due to the surging killing intent within him, emitting a chilling sound.

Gu Shaoan's gaze fell on Ren Zhenbei, and his eyes also held a hint of curiosity.

The state in which a martial artist goes mad and is consumed by murderous intent has existed since ancient times.

But this was the first time Gu Shaoan had actually seen it.

Just as Gu Shaoan's gaze fell upon Ren Zhenbei, Ren Zhenbei suddenly uttered, "Die."

The moment he finished speaking, his crimson aura erupted like a volcano, and he transformed into a crimson afterimage once more. The crescent-shaped blade in his hand trailed a chillingly beautiful blue streak, aiming straight for Gu Shaoan's heart.

This time, the blade moved faster and more ruthlessly. Amidst the trembling sound of the demonic blade, the loneliness and killing intent that pierced the soul were several times more intense.

Facing Ren Zhenbei's fierce attack, Gu Shaoan gently moved the Yitian Sword in his left hand.

"Chong-"

A clear, melodious sword cry, like the cry of a phoenix, suddenly rang out from his waist.

The moment the sword hilt fell into his right hand, a dazzling sword light, as bright as autumn water, was already positioned between him and the blue rainbow in Ren Zhenbei's hands.

The moment the swords clashed, a tremendous force sent Ren Zhenbei staggering back three steps.

But the next moment, Ren Zhenbei once again fiercely raised his sword, unleashing a ten-foot-long blade aura that shot straight towards Gu Shaoan's center.

Seeing this, Gu Shaoan lightly turned his wrist, and the tip of the Yitian Sword drew a seemingly gentle and agile arc, like a spring breeze brushing against tender willows.

This sword strike was not fast, even somewhat casual, and its momentum seemed to have no killing power whatsoever.

But in the instant that gentle arc of the sword sliced ​​through the air, Ren Zhenbei's ferocious slashing azure blade energy seemed to collide with an invisible, resilient clump of golden willow catkins. The originally unstoppable momentum was quietly dissipated and deflected by three points by this gentle yet omnipresent sword intent.

The blade's energy grazed just past Gu Shaoan's clothes, shattering the artificial hill behind him.

Faced with this scene, Ren Zhenbei's body twisted strangely, and his crescent-shaped blade drew a tricky and ruthless arc from bottom to top, slashing towards Gu Shaoan's lower body. The blade wind was fierce, and the blue light was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

Gu Shaoan shifted his feet slightly, his figure like a leaf lifted by a breeze under the setting sun, taking a half-step back to perfectly avoid the insidious slash. Then, he smoothly slashed with the Yitian Sword, its light, illuminated by the dim yellow sky, seemingly carrying a warm hue like the afterglow of the setting sun, gentle yet dense, like an evening breeze caressing the face, silently brushing towards Ren Zhenbei's wrist holding the sword.

Ren Zhenbei let out a low roar, his blade suddenly shifting, the crescent moon blade swirling to parry.

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out, sparks flying everywhere!
Ren Zhenbei felt a numbness in his wrist, and a gentle yet powerful sword energy emanated from the blade, causing his blood and qi to stagnate slightly.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in his heart. He roared and forcefully activated his blood-red inner energy. The crescent-shaped blade suddenly burst out with dazzling blue and red light. The blade's momentum changed, and in an instant, it seemed as if dozens or even hundreds of chilling blue blade shadows appeared simultaneously, like a storm or a chaotic dance of demons, enveloping Gu Shaoan from all directions.

Faced with the overwhelming, howling sword shadows, Gu Shaoan neither dodged nor avoided them. His Yitian Sword trembled slightly, and in an instant, the sword light split apart.

Jianwang 3, Qianliu.

In an instant, hundreds and thousands of fine, agile golden sword lights, like thousands of willow branches swaying in the wind on a lakeside in spring, suddenly bloomed, each sword light precisely meeting an incoming blade shadow.

"Ding ding ding..."

A dense cacophony of collisions, like raindrops pattering on banana leaves, erupted as sword energy and blade aura clashed and annihilated each other in a frenzied battle!
Ren Zhenbei's seemingly endless torrent of sword shadows was completely blocked and vanished into nothingness by the seemingly weak but actually extremely dense and resilient "Thousand Willows" sword technique.

Even more remarkably, several exceptionally agile "willow branch" sword lights, like venomous snakes seeking an opening, pierced through the gaps in the blade shadows, leaving shallow white marks on Ren Zhenbei's crescent-shaped blade. The terrifying force forced Ren Zhenbei to retreat several steps.

On the other hand, Gu Shaoan was pressing his advantage, his figure following closely like a shadow. The moment he closed in, his sword aura suddenly became light and graceful. As the sword light flowed, the wind that gathered in the sky was like a spring breeze in February, sending the golden willow catkins that Gu Shaoan was pointing at with a gentle touch to Ren Zhenbei's front.

Even though Ren Zhenbei had tried his best to swing his round sword, the blade light weaving a dense, impenetrable net in front of him, a golden, willow-fleck-like sword light still arrived on the breeze, easily tearing through his net of blades and landing on his left arm, slicing a deep, bone-revealing gash.

The excruciating pain made Ren Zhenbei tremble, but the crimson light in his eyes intensified, almost to the point of bleeding.

He poured all the crimson energy from his body into the crescent-shaped blade in his hand.

As the blade of the crescent-shaped scimitar glowed with an eerie light that was unsettling, a mixture of dark red and deep blue, it was once again swung towards Gu Shaoan.

In the eyes of Huang Xuemei and the other members of the Round Moon Sect, all they saw was a thin line of intertwined red and blue, condensed to the extreme, tragically beautiful, and incredibly fast, appearing out of thin air in front of Gu Shaoan.

That wasn't blade energy; it was the afterimage left by the blade itself tearing through the air and cutting through light.

Even before the blade arrived, the terrifying sharpness that embodied Ren Zhenbei's lifelong cultivation, the full ferocity of the demonic blade, and boundless killing intent and will to die already sent chills down everyone's spines.

Facing Ren Zhenbei's slash, Gu Shaoan's face remained calm, but the swordplay of the Yitian Sword in his hand suddenly became incredibly light, swift, and ethereal.

The instant the sword light met the blade's aura, the sword light was like the coldest winter month, as if someone had gently brushed away the lightest snowflakes from the branches, smoothed out the dark red and deep blue energy on the crescent-shaped blade, and then swept across Ren Zhenbei's neck.

"Emei Sword Manual", Sword Seven: Snowfall.

　The battle scene took a long time to write, so it's a bit late! The next chapter will be ready as soon as possible!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)