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

Chapter 119 The Demon Blade Candle Flower Red

On the distant mountain, two young men, one in black and one in white, resembling the Black and White Impermanence, were staring intently at the two phantom figures, one in red and one in white, below.

Although they didn't speak, they all unconsciously took out their copper coins, which bounced up with a "ding" and landed in their palms at the same time.

They rose and fell repeatedly, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Their eyes were fixed on it, never looking away for a moment.

Ding An said, "His palm strike was like a thunderbolt from the sky. Cripple, that little beggar's 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi' is really powerful."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Indestructible, immune to all poisons, capable of harming people from the void, and possessing boundless power! When unleashed, it is like a thunderbolt from the sky; when withdrawn, it is as small as a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru. The 'Heavenly Wrath Heart Method' is indeed outrageously powerful."

After watching for a while, Ding'an asked, "Why is the little beggar hiding from us? And why did you kill Yaoyue?"

Ren Shaoyang stared at Hongxiu's lifeless eyes, frowned, and said uncertainly, "Something's wrong with this little beggar."

Ding An said, "We all know something's wrong!"

"What I mean is, this little beggar is another little beggar!"

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Ding An was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Ren Shaoyang's eyes shone brightly, and he became even more certain: "You can think of it as a cold little beggar temporarily replacing the original cute little beggar!"

"Two little beggars?"

“Two sides of the same coin.” Ren Shaoyang nodded. “Or rather, another personality created by the ‘Heavenly Wrath True Qi’.”

He spoke words, but in his heart he harbored resentment.

This divine skill of the "Envy of Gods and Humans" rank truly embodies the word "envy".

Heaven is jealous!

Just like the "Six Void Flow Technique" in the Canghai World, although its power is earth-shattering, the backlash of the "Six Void Tribulation" is also extremely terrifying.

Similarly, the "Heavenly Wrath Divine Skill" progresses incredibly quickly. Although it is called "Heavenly Wrath," it is actually "unbearable to Heavenly Wrath." The body is like Vajra, and even lightning cannot kill it!

However, there are always gains and losses.

The most significant problem with divine skills of the "enviable by both gods and men" level is that they all share a major flaw.

That is "a body within a body".

Buddhism views "a body within a body" as a mental demon, while Taoism views it as a nascent soul.

One is for the restraint of ascetic practice, the other is for nurturing and carefree living.

It represents both good and evil.

Even divine skills of the "enviable by both gods and men" level are no exception.

If one is controlled by oneself, one becomes a "Nascent Soul"; otherwise, one becomes a "Poison Dragon," which cannot be controlled by others and will inevitably subdue its host.

The current situation of the little beggar is very similar to that of the nascent soul in Zhang Chulan's body controlling the host's body in the anime "Under One Person" that Ren Shaoyang saw in his previous life.

Is the little beggar's body a "Nascent Soul" or a "Poison Dragon"?

Ren Shaoyang didn't know, and didn't want to know.
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"Insanity!"

When Yaoyue saw the wise look in the little beggar's eyes, she immediately flew into a rage and rushed over frantically.

The little beggar smiled slightly and suddenly stood up to greet him.

The two figures moved erratically, touching each other and disappearing in an instant.

The two palms collided with a deafening roar, and the entire valley seemed to tremble.

The two displayed their unique skills and fought for forty or fifty moves.

As the fight progressed, the little beggar became more aggressive, no longer dodging or avoiding, and even lowered his hands, charging forward like a pig.

Yaoyue slapped her more than a dozen times, and the little beggar cried out in pain, but she was completely unharmed.

Instead, it slammed into Yaoyue's chest and abdomen with a "bang".

Yaoyue suddenly felt a sharp pain and was sent flying backward, unable to breathe.

Seeing this, the little beggar in red remained silent and rushed forward.

Just then, a flowing sleeve suddenly appeared and swept towards the red sleeve with a "whoosh".

The water sleeves possess astonishing power, dancing gracefully and creating a whistling wind.

The little beggar suddenly stepped back to avoid the water sleeves, tilting his head slightly to glance at the attacker.

Lianxing giggled and said, "Hongxiu, let's get closer, sisters." Her figure suddenly split and merged, and she pounced on her.

"I don't like you anymore!" Hongxiu said seriously, throwing two punches in quick succession.

"No, please!" Lianxing pleaded coquettishly, but her hands continued to strike. "Sister really likes you."

Just then, Yaoyue joined the battle, no longer caring about the previous comments about "it's too shameful for sisters to team up against the enemy".

In an instant, the two women launched a relentless attack, seemingly without end, their fists and feet flying, their sleeves billowing in the wind.

Under the chilling influence of Mingyu's true energy, a large patch of frost actually formed on the grass in the summer.

Facing the attack from both sides, Hongxiu glanced sideways and took a half-step to block Yaoyue's palm strike.

With a quick glance, he preemptively blocked Lianxing's three consecutive finger strikes.

Moreover, she calculated their next move based on their qi and blood, internal strength, and even the sound of wind around them.

With light, nimble steps, like a cat, she could always see through the two palace masters' every move before they could react, striking at their weaknesses.

Then he might point with a finger, strike with two fists, or deliver several kicks.

In an instant, Yaoyue and Lianxing's offensive collapsed, and even though they kept changing their strength, they could not continue.

Just then, the little beggar suddenly took flight, somersaulting several times in the air. His palms flashed with fire and lightning, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder. With each swing and thrust, he struck like a thunderbolt.

Yaoyue and Lianxing felt a surge of heat rushing towards them and hurriedly retreated.

With a hiss, a stream of heat swept across the ground, turning the grass and trees as if they had been scorched by flames, leaving an area of ​​more than ten feet in charred black.

Seeing the overwhelming power of Hongxiu's palm strike, the two were secretly alarmed.

Lianxing landed and struck the little beggar in the back with her palm.

She made a desperate move, unleashing her full power in her palm. Her long, jade-like hand, with a slight gathering of energy, possessed the radiant glow of the bright moon.

With a flick of her sleeve, Hongxiu launched a counterattack with her right palm.

With a "thud," the two exchanged blows, their palms clashing. The "Heavenly Wrath Heart Technique" flowed, like a wicked dragon bursting forth from the abyss. Lianxing felt a fiery current coursing through her body, her long hair moving without wind, and a bright red flush rising to her jade-like cheeks.

Yaoyue knew something was wrong. Seeing that Lianxing's skin was burning hot and her long hair was flying backward like a raging waterfall, it was obvious that she was about to be steamed to death!
He immediately waved his sleeves, and the "Mingyu Divine Skill" silently emerged.

Without even looking, Hongxiu met the attack with her backhand. "Whoosh!" Thunder and fire soared into the sky, and fiery winds raged, as if a clap of thunder had struck out of nowhere.

With a "bang," the two forces collided, and Hongxiu was unable to unleash her power to cripple Lianxing.

The three of them flew backwards in three different directions.

Yaoyue took Lianxing's hand and floated several feet before landing slowly. Just as she looked up, she saw the little beggar with his hands hanging down, staring at her intently.

Looking at the blood-stained girl's blank expression, she felt both ashamed and angry. She felt that the humiliation she had suffered today was beyond her imagination. Many terrible thoughts surged into her mind, and for a moment she stood there, not knowing what to say.

She didn't speak, but the little beggar did, saying in a low voice:

"You guys are terrible."

These words immediately silenced Yaoyue and Lianxing.

They dominated the martial arts world for twenty years, unstoppable and unchallenged!
Heaven knows where Ren Shaoyang and his gang came from.

First, Lianxing was completely defeated by Ren Shaoyang in the Valley of Villains, and then Yaoyue was manipulated by him outside Yichang City.

Now, the girl who had been keeping a low profile among the three has surprisingly gained the upper hand in a one-on-two situation.

They actually said they were terrible?
Tolerable or unbearable!
Lianxing felt a surge of rage. The boundless humiliation made her grit her teeth, but a thought she had never had before arose in her mind: "If only I could master the ninth level of the Bright Jade Realm!"

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Yaoyue burst into laughter, a loud, powerful, and long laugh that shook the heavens, like an angry dragon shaking its head and tail, dominating mountains and valleys.

Hongxiu tilted her head and looked at her, asking, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh?" Yaoyue suddenly stopped laughing, gritting her teeth and saying, "I'm laughing because I've forgotten to work hard and improve all these years, I'm laughing because I've lost twice in such a short period of time!"

Hongxiu said, "Shouldn't you have lost?"

"You deserve it! You absolutely deserve it!" Yaoyue said, emphasizing each word. "But I will definitely kill you!"

Hongxiu shrugged: "You can't beat me."

Yaoyue sneered, "Wait till I throw your head in front of Ren Shaoyang, then let's see how you still talk back!" With a flick of her sleeve, a terrifying palm strike, like rolling thunder, swept out.

Hongxiu gently drew an arc with her right palm, and with a "whoosh," a whirlwind suddenly rose from the sky.

Inviting the moon, she let out a clear whistle and unleashed her movement technique, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes up, sometimes down, like a wisp of white smoke, drifting uncertainly with the wind.

Suddenly, the little beggar flashed and transformed into a wisp of crimson wind, swirling with white smoke as he went.

"Drink up!" the little beggar shouted, waving his hand sharply.

Yaoyue's heart sank. She flipped over and leaped up. A scorching aura flowed from the soles of her feet, setting her shoes on fire. She used her "Mingyu Divine Skill" to extinguish the fire and continued to float backward.

The little beggar's movements were ethereal and graceful, as if her body had lost its weight, and she followed closely behind Yaoyue. Wherever Yaoyue flew, she flew too, like a piece of red paper fluttering in the wind.

Yaoyue felt thunder and raging torrents all around her, and no matter how high she went, she could not escape them.

Lianxing was dumbfounded. She had never seen anyone who could completely suppress her sister in terms of movement, palm techniques, and internal energy!
The two flew through the air, seemingly graceful and beautiful, but in reality, they were fraught with danger.

Just then, Yaoyue suddenly shouted in a fierce voice, "Die!"

With a sharp "whoosh," the sword was drawn, unleashing several streaks of light that swept out like a torrential rain.

Seeing this, Hongxiu suddenly shrank her body, seemingly shrinking into a ball of flesh in mid-air, and managed to avoid the rain of sword light.

It flew several feet, and with a series of "poof poof poof," its fleshy body sprang out its limbs and head, and its right hand moved to the hilt of "Candle Flower Red."

A glint flashed in his eyes, but he remained fixed on Yaoyue's sword path.

Halfway up the mountain, the "Black and White Impermanence" stopped throwing coins and craned their necks to take a closer look.

"It's here!" Ding'an shouted as he watched the little beggar's movements. "The Demon Blade is about to be drawn!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, his eyes flashing with a sharp light as he stared into the little beggar's eyes: "I hope the little beggar hasn't gone mad with qi, otherwise it'll be troublesome."

Red sleeves slowly landed on the ground, and her right hand moved.

There was a "click" sound.

Yaoyue gasped in horror, her vision suddenly darkening as she felt a surge of blood rising into the sky.

Lianxing was also startled by the dazzling light of the demonic blade and cried out, covering her eyes.

The demonic blade, "The Red Candle Flower Changes the Human World," has been drawn once more.

It was as if a blood moon had inadvertently appeared, its cold crimson color seeping through the layers of tree canopy and lightly sprinkling onto Yaoyue's face.

But she could no longer look.

Because before her eyes, a sliver of light flashed, like a candle flame.

Yaoyue suddenly shouted, "Take this!" Her arm stiffened, her fingers gripping the cold short sword tightly, and she charged forward!
"Ding ding ding ding!"

The sounds of countless metal clanging resounded in her ears, and countless sparks suddenly burst forth around her.

It was also mixed with specks of drifting blood.

Suddenly, with a "clang," the crimson sky receded.

Hongxiu's eyes shone brightly as she quietly looked at Yaoyue, who was kneeling on one knee.

It was dusk, and the sunlight was gentle and enchanting. Under such a sunset, a strand of her long hair floated softly in the wind.

"Why, why did you spare my life?" Yaoyue's arm stiffened, her fingers gripping the cold ground tightly, and she said in a daze, "You could have killed me with one strike, why did you cut me thirty-six times, but spared my life?"

She suddenly looked up, her face contorted in pain, and shouted, "Why?"

Hongxiu sighed and said, "She really wants to kill you."

"Ren Shaoyang?" Yaoyue misheard "her" as "him," and a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. "Why didn't you kill him?"

"Because I discovered," the little beggar chuckled, his voice clear and pleasant, "that you don't even deserve to die by my hand."

Boom!

Yaoyue stood frozen in place, as if in a daze, muttering to herself, "Am I not worthy?"

They didn't even know when the little beggar left.

(End of this chapter)