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

Chapter 106 Terrifying Sword Silk (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
What a beautiful sword!

This is a short sword with a deep, emerald green hue. Its blade is alluring, and in Yaoyue's hands, the beauty is as radiant as the sword.

Inviting the Moon said, "The sword is named 'Azure Blood Illuminates the Blue Sky,' and it is one foot and seven inches long. It is forged from meteorite iron, and the world changed color on the day it was forged."

Ok?
Cosplay of the Forbidden City?

How could I, a scoundrel, possibly lag behind others in such a pretentious act?

Ren Shaoyang smiled casually, flicked his sleeves, and with a "whoosh," a clear blue longsword appeared in his hand.

Ren Shaoyang recited in a leisurely voice: "The Divine Sword Captures the Dragon, forged from the finest iron of Meishan. On the day the sword is completed, all swords will submit!"

Yaoyue frowned and sneered, "Finally, I've seen your sword."

Ren Shaoyang held the sword and flicked it lightly, producing a melodious "ding" sound like the cry of a phoenix.

“Palace Mistress Yaoyue, this sword in my hands has killed over a thousand enemies and caused countless casualties. Please be careful not to cut your face!” Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, brandishing the sword. “That would not be pretty.”

Yaoyue sneered, "I never imagined that there could be someone more arrogant than me in this world."

Ren Shaoyang waved: "I'm used to it, and I hope you are too."

Inviting the Moon gave a cold snort.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang saw a flash of white light before his eyes, and it seemed that Yaoyue had moved.

Hongxiu opened her mouth and called out, "Little," but before she could finish saying "heart," she had already uttered the word.

"when"!
Two swords, one blue and one green, clashed together.

Yaoyue was shocked: "You, how come you're even faster than before?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I'm better with a sword." With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a flurry of swordplay, striking forty-nine times in a single instant.

Yaoyue felt that these forty-nine swords were extremely strange.

Upon closer inspection, it appears as a single sword, but upon receiving it, it splits into forty-nine swords, all of which are silent, invisible, and utterly mysterious!
This sword strike was none other than the "Sword Shadow" from the Kunlun Sword Technique!
With a sharp cry, Yaoyue leaped forward, her long sword dancing around her, each strike like a firefly, flashing and disappearing in an instant.

Under the moonlight, two white figures, like two wisps of smoke, were entangled with each other, their blue and green sword lights chasing each other with a "whoosh".

The second round of fighting has begun.

Palm strikes were like flying flowers, sword shadows danced wildly; the moves of both sides were too fast and too swift, far exceeding the limits of human vision.

In the blink of an eye, countless swords clashed. After watching for a while, Ding'an became dizzy, and only the little beggar with "bright eyes" could see clearly.

The two disappeared into the woods, and in a moment, a grove of trees on the hillside suddenly sprang up with a rustling sound, like a green curtain being blown by the wind, with branches and leaves falling over.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes shone brightly, and he laughed loudly, "Yaoyue, how are you going to eat if you're so slow with your sword?" With a flick of his wrist, the sword flashed wildly. "Faster, faster!"

As he spoke, he unleashed several swift sword strikes.

Beside the donkey cart, a watermelon was divided into three slices: one for Ding'an, one for Little Beggar, and one for White Donkey.

Suddenly hearing Shao Yang's loud laughter, the two people and the donkey who were eating melons all looked up.

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Yue is going to get angry!"

Ding An nodded and said, "No one can help but be angry after hearing those words."

White donkey: "Thump! Thump!"

The little beggar secretly scooped out the heart of the Ding'an watermelon, popped it into his mouth, and said with a grin, "This wicked woman is even more arrogant than Cao Shaoqin. She'll have a hard time if she runs into a cripple."

Ding An nodded repeatedly, glanced at the melon in his hand, and then stared blankly: "Huh? Where's the sweetest part of the watermelon?"

Hongxiu pouted and pointed to the white donkey beside her.

Ding'an glared at it angrily: "Last time it was a radish, this time it's stealing my melon, is that it?" As he spoke, he started fighting with the donkey.

the other side.

The "wicked woman" Yaoyue, labeled by the little beggar, is fighting back against the rogue Ren.

I saw a blue light flashing before my eyes, like twinkling stars.

In a single sword strike, only the shadow and light are seen, not the sword itself; under the moonlight, only the sound of the sword is heard, not the sound of the blade.

Yaoyue, already drenched in sweat from her strenuous efforts, was further enraged when Ren Shaoyang uttered those ancestral words of incitement.

"Ren Shaoyang, I want you dead!"

With a flick of his wrist, the short sword unleashed a wave of emerald light, hurtling straight toward Ren Shaoyang's chest.

Seeing the sword tip covering more than a dozen of his vital points, Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, and his figure suddenly underwent a miraculous change.

He suddenly stopped, as if a javelin had been driven into place.

In this swift and unexpected turn, Yaoyue's sword light swept past Ren Shaoyang's head by just a few feet.

With a loud crash, it cleaved several large trees in half, and as it fell into the river, a surge of turbulent waves rushed towards it.

In the blink of an eye, the wave had reached Ren Shaoyang's head.

With a whoosh, a blue light flashed, and the giant wave suddenly split open, shattering jade and flying debris.

Ren Shaoyang stood tall as before, his white robe fluttering in the wind.

Startled by the sudden change, Yaoyue held her sword horizontally to her chest, forgetting to retaliate. Ren Shaoyang glanced at her and, seeing Yaoyue still holding her sword horizontally, lost in thought, couldn't help but laugh, "Palace Mistress Yaoyue, why did you stop?"

Yaoyue gave him a deep look and asked, "Ren Shaoyang, can your longsword extend and retract at will?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Yes." As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve, and a blue light flashed.

"Click!"
A crack about three inches wide and ten feet long appeared in the earth, and the river water flowed back, reflecting the ever-changing face of the moon.

Yaoyue said sternly, "So you've been hiding your true abilities all along?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "If you go all out, with your current skill, you can't withstand ten of my sword strikes!"

Yaoyue's face began to turn pale, and she angrily said, "Do you think you can speak so arrogantly just because you have a strange sword?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "With the divine sword, one can indeed speak arrogantly."

"Good, very good!" Yaoyue sneered, "Watch me break your strange sword!" Her figure was like a ghost, and she thrust her sword forward again.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "Before your 'Mingyu Skill' reaches its peak, you are no match for me." With a flick of his wrist, the sword blade seemed to come alive, solidifying into a straight line and rushing straight towards Yaoyue.

As it flew, the blade grew thinner and thinner, silently losing its form and transforming into a wisp of sword thread that vanished without a trace.

"Not yet at your peak?" Yaoyue's sword strikes grew ever faster, the sound of wind and thunder faintly emanating from it. "Even so, it's enough to kill you!"

"Don't make trouble."

The sound seemed to come from all directions, but Ren Shaoyang's figure had already disappeared.

She frowned, but sneered, "Playing tricks!"

"call out"!
Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang's face appeared upside down in front of Yaoyue.

"Ah~!"

Startled, Yaoyue's hair stood on end. She slammed her palm out, and with a loud bang, the tree trunk three or four zhang away was smashed, sending wood chips flying everywhere before crashing to the ground.

But that face vanished like mist in the palm strike.

Just then, a voice came from above Yaoyue's head again: "Were you really in love with Jiang Feng back then?"

Yao Yue was shocked and looked up abruptly, only to see Ren Shaoyang standing on her shoulder, staring down at her.

How did he get up there?
Yaoyue's heart was racing, but she still stubbornly retorted, "None of your business!" and slapped him twice.

"Ha!" As the palm wind flew wildly, Ren Shaoyang's laughter was light and soft, and his figure swayed and changed, disappearing into nothingness like white clouds.

Yaoyue drew her sword, on guard, fearing that Ren Shaoyang's ghostly figure might suddenly appear.

But after a long while, he still didn't appear.

Suddenly, Yaoyue felt all was quiet. Looking around, she saw only the dark shadows of the surrounding trees and the bright moon in the sky.

At that moment, it felt as if only he remained in the world.

Yaoyue's eyes widened suddenly.

Has that bastard Ren Shaoyang already left?

"What kind of martial arts does he practice?" Yaoyue asked in disbelief, staggering a few steps, her face deathly pale, filled with anger and grievance. "How come I can't feel anything at all on me!"

A terrible chill swept through, as if it would freeze everything around it.

Suddenly, this extremely cold energy stopped.

Yaoyue touched her neck, placed her palm in front of her, and saw that her hand was covered in blood by the moonlight.

She remained expressionless, then touched it again, feeling a very fine scar around her neck.

Surprisingly, although the wound looked horrific, it had only broken the skin and had not cut open the throat inside.

It was obvious that Ren Shaoyang had the ability to cut off his own head, but he spared himself.

"That sword, that sword thread!"

Yaoyue stopped the bleeding by pressing her acupoints, then frantically soared into the air, her long hair like feathers, her momentum like an arrow, as if riding on a sky full of stars, flying away from the spot.

A gentle evening breeze caressed my face, and the moon lingered, its shadow flashing behind me.

Suddenly, the space in front of me was empty.

But the other side of the river was deserted; the donkey cart had long since driven away.

Inviting the moon remained silent, only the cold wind howled, making her clothes and hair flutter like swords.

Suddenly, she looked up and stared, her eyes filled with a fierce intensity.

In the distance, a piece of bark had been peeled off a large tree, revealing two lines of text: "Mingyu's wedding dress, who is weak and who is strong? On the first day of the Lunar New Year, who will reign supreme in Kunlun?"

These characters were written in one breath, with powerful strokes, but compared to brushwork, they are more like knife work.

"Wedding Dress Divine Skill, Yan Nantian." Yaoyue stood still, her figure as dark as ink, her face unseen. "Divine Sword Capturing Dragon, Ren Shaoyang."

Suddenly, a strange smile gradually appeared on her lips, widening until she burst into maniacal laughter.

"Very well! I, Yaoyue, will remember this humiliation. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I will personally use the ninth level of the 'Bright Jade Divine Skill' to pluck your head off at Kunlun Mountain!"
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