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

Chapter 108 The City Burns Amidst Raging Fire (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"The cripple."

"Ok?"

Hongxiu, holding a fishing rod, said, "My rod seems to be moving."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Ren Shaoyang looked weary. "I've been fishing all morning and haven't caught a single fish, and you've already caught one as soon as you take over?"

"Really!" Hongxiu exclaimed joyfully, pushing with both hands. "It's here! It must be a big one!"

A group of elderly fishermen nearby couldn't help but marvel at the extent to which the fishing rod was bent: "Young lady, this is definitely a big catch!"

Ren Shaoyang's expression changed, and he immediately stepped forward to take the fishing rod from the little beggar: "I'll do it, I'll do it."

"Oh, you cripple!" Hongxiu yelled angrily.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and forcefully pulled it away!
Wow!
A large, upturned fish weighing about ten kilograms was pulled out of the water.

Seeing this, the little beggar forgot to scold him and quickly stepped forward to help.

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, hands on his hips: "Little beggar, we're really something!"

The fishermen nearby all curled their lip in disgust, and one of the older ones stroked his beard and said, "Young man, don't you feel guilty?"

Ren Shaoyang didn't take it to heart and laughed, "My sister has good luck, and I'm strong. When we work together, how can we not be amazing?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere instantly became cheerful.

Ren Shaoyang saw Hongxiu knock the fish unconscious with two quick punches, so he instructed her to take the fish back.

Hongxiu asked, "Aren't we going back to Luzhou city to cook?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head, looking serious: "I'll go back, but there's no rush to cook the fish!"

"Why?"

"A fool who catches a big fish but doesn't even put a cart on it while patrolling the city!"

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Crippled man, you always manage to come up with strange and fun things."

Ren Shaoyang walked back with her: "What's wrong?"

"This truly delights this heroine!"
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generally?
Generally, your mother!

The poor man was furious and suddenly threw a punch at Ding An's chest.

Ding'an was surprised that he attacked so suddenly, and immediately stepped aside to block him.

Before he could even move his feet, the poor man snorted coldly, leaped forward, and suddenly spread his arms, making a horizontal and a vertical thrust.

Ding An felt an immense force, as if it were a mountain, and his body was completely out of his control, causing him to fly into the air.

But he was a master of martial arts; he straightened up in mid-air, spun around like a top, and wrapped his arms and waist around the poor man.

Ding An shouted, "Hmph, you really think you can just start a fight like that!"

As she spoke, she held his neck tightly, not daring to loosen her grip even slightly.

The poor man, suddenly subdued, asked in horror, "You're grabbing my neck, aren't you? What's this move called?"

Ding'an shouted, "This is called 'pressing the donkey's head'!"

The white donkey was braying "thump, thump" nearby.

It knows this trick well!

"What?!" The poor man glanced at it and flew into a rage. "You fucking think I'm a donkey?" He immediately hooked his right leg back and squatted down abruptly.

Although he could barely move his hands, he only used a small part of the move, yet its power was already extraordinary.

Ding'an felt the other person's body suddenly swell up, and a powerful force slammed into his chest like a tidal wave. He immediately shouted at the white donkey, "A basket of radishes!"

With a loud "thud," the white donkey crashed headfirst into the poor man's chest.

Both of them felt a powerful force strike them, and their feet left the ground as they were sent flying backward.

While in mid-air, Ding'an used the Shaolin "Thousand-Pound Drop" to accelerate his descent, and then immediately used the Kunlun "Flying Dragon Eight Styles" lightness skill, appearing suddenly in front of the poor man in a flash.

But his punches were like those of a giant elephant crashing into a mountain, and he suddenly flew up.

The martial art that Ding'an is using at this moment is the "Five Ultimate Divine Skills". Although the internal cultivation techniques of this skill are not as miraculous as the "Wedding Dress Divine Skills" and the "Bright Jade Divine Skills", it is still a powerful technique.

This skill contains methods for loosening bones and tendons, as well as profound principles in its techniques. When applied to fist and foot techniques, it is naturally like adding wings to a tiger.

Ding'an's moves were fluid and seamless, and when unleashed, their power was already terrifying.

The poor man was also greatly shocked. He was a martial arts enthusiast by nature and a famous ruthless person in the martial arts world, but he had never seen such a mysterious fist technique before. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that there was such a young master in the world!
Then, with a series of "thud, thud, thud," the two men's fists rained down, their force as heavy as a mountain. As they clashed, the mountain flowers on the surrounding branches fell in a flurry.

Bang.

The two suddenly separated, and Ding An's face was crystal clear, with a faint light shining through it. He had a fist held horizontally across his chest, exuding an imposing aura.

The poor man's feet sank into the ground, and he looked at Ding An with great astonishment, exclaiming in horror, "Kid, your skill is truly impressive!"

Ding An also praised, "Senior, your kung fu is also very impressive." He then thought for a moment and confirmed, "Yes! Even more impressive than Cao Shaoqin!"

The poor man asked curiously, "Who is Cao Shaoqin?"

"A master swordsman, the Eunuch of the Eastern Depot!"

"The eunuchs of the Eastern Depot?"

Ding An nodded: "Don't let his status as a eunuch fool you, his swordsmanship is fierce!"

The poor man remained silent for a long time, then slowly took off his black robe, carefully folded it, walked slowly to the side, and carefully placed it on the ground.

Looking at it with curiosity, Ding'an asked, "Senior, what are you doing?"

"What did I do?" the poor man's voice was icy cold. "You fucking compared me to a eunuch?" Ding An was taken aback, his face filled with fear and self-reproach: "No, no! I just think your kung fu is better than his."

"You little thief, I'll chop you up!"

The poor man's eyes widened in fury, and he felt a surge of anger rising to his head. He drew his sword in a flash and attacked in an instant!
But then the sound of sword wind whistling could be heard as three sword thrusts were made in quick succession.

Seeing this, Ding An waved his hand, and with a "clatter," the iron chain pierced straight down, and with a burst of fire, a flash of flame appeared.

With a loud crash, swords clashed.

The poor man felt a surge of internal force, like a thunderbolt, as if a river were surging, one wave after another, and he couldn't help but retreat repeatedly.

She suddenly looked up: "Good lad, you've actually mastered the Wedding Dress Divine Skill to such an extent!"

Ding An's blood and qi surged, and he lost his footing, leaving two footprints. He waved his hand and said, "Senior, please stop fighting. If you keep fighting, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop!"

The poor man glared at him: "What, are you afraid of beating me to death?"

Ding An said earnestly, "I've just mastered a sword technique; it can be used but not retracted. I'm really afraid you won't be able to withstand it."

"You're so infuriating!"

The poor man gritted his teeth and let out a long howl that soared into the sky.

With a flick of his longsword, each strike became faster and fiercer than the last, like a dragon emerging from the sea, or a swift wind and thunderbolt attacking him!
Seeing that his opponent was using real skill, Ding An immediately stopped holding back and shouted, "One Blade to Overturn the City!" His inner force surged out, like hundreds of people roaring at the same time, creating a deafening sound.

The roar echoed through the forests and mountains, its reverberation stretching far and wide.

The poor man was startled and his ears rang.

Suddenly, a flash of fire appeared before our eyes!
"What a fast blade!" the poor man exclaimed in surprise. His longsword flew through his hand with unparalleled speed, creating a barrier of white light.

With two clangs, a flash of fire, resembling the Chinese character "一", shattered the sword light barrier.

Ding An shouted, "The sword is unparalleled!"

The short knife in his hand suddenly slowed down, and the flames slowly wrote the number "two" in the air.

These two strikes were not particularly remarkable moves.

Strangely, the poor man's swordplay suddenly faltered, as if he had sunk into a quagmire.

The poor man exclaimed, "What superb swordsmanship!"

He could see clearly that each of the young man's seemingly slow slashes had blocked all of his sword paths.

Impressive, truly using stillness to control movement.

Ding An stood still, holding his short sword horizontally, and said seriously, "The third strike, please be careful."

"Come!"

The poor man shouted loudly, his figure moving like the wind, his sword flashing, gradually forming an impenetrable ball of light, the sharp sword energy could be felt within a radius of more than ten feet.

Holding his short sword, Ding An took a large step forward amidst the endless sword light in front of him, penetrating deep into the center of the sword light and slashing diagonally with his sword.

hum!
A sudden, inexplicable chill ran through the air.

The blade blazed with intense flames, its light dazzling.

The poor man cried out in surprise at the blinding light, and then it was as if he heard a silent roar resounding throughout the world.

At this moment, the flames shone even brighter, all of them bursting forth from the blade and the iron chain, surrounding the young man's body as if long-lost relatives were embracing each other tightly.

Ding'an's "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" was activated, his short hair flew backward, and flames leaped on his body, as if the God of Fire had come to life.

Boom!

The surrounding trees and flowers burst into flames, accompanied by thunder, as if the end of the world was about to arrive.

Ding'an, wielding a short sword as dazzling as the sun, roared in amidst rolling thunder.

In the horrified eyes of the poor man, besides the brilliant flames, he seemed to see the young man using a knife as a pen to slowly write the word "death"!

"Am I, Lu Zhongyuan, going to die here?"

This poor man was none other than Lu Zhongyuan, the "Great Hero of the Southern Sky".

He had heard that Yan Nantian's three nephews and nieces had made a great name for themselves in Jiangnan, and that they had even captured Jiang Biehe and headed west.

They then arrived in Luzhou City and waited there for a long time. One reason was to confirm whether Yan Nantian was still alive, and the other was to meet these three chivalrous young men.

But who knew that in the blink of an eye, he would be cleaved in two by that fiery and demonic blade!

Just as Lu Zhongyuan closed his eyes and awaited death.

Suddenly, a sigh was heard: "It was just a big fish that was caught, how did it turn out like this?"

Immediately afterwards, he felt a tightness in the back of his collar, and a strong force pulled him back. With a "whoosh," he was suddenly sent flying backward as if he were riding the clouds.

Lu Zhongyuan opened his eyes, only to see flames roaring and chasing after him, and a loud "boom" in his ears. The surrounding flowers and trees were instantly turned into a pile of broken and charred wood.

On the other side, the little beggar stared in disbelief as he carried the big fish, watching Ren Shaoyang grab a man by the collar, appearing and disappearing amidst the raging flames.

Although Ren Shaoyang could move freely through the flames, the fire and the wind from the blades were too chaotic and unpredictable. When it exploded, flames flew into the sky, and when it fell, it snaked like a snake.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang reached out and flicked out sword threads with a "whoosh," which landed on the rocks and trees in the distance. With his inner strength fully activated, he turned into a wisp of smoke and fled into the distance.

Looking at Ding'an standing amidst the flames, his eyes bloodshot, and hearing him roar, "Fire will burn the city!"

Hongxiu's face was serious, and even her breathing was barely audible.

Only the demonic sword "Candle Flower Red" at her waist trembled slightly.

(End of this chapter)