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

Chapter 123 The Great Waves of the Martial World
It's raining so hard, the ground is flooded to the brim.

The heavy rain had been falling for several hours since Shao Yang and the other two entered the temple.

The rain continued into the night, indicating it was a once-in-a-century downpour.

The rain poured down, a bonfire blazed inside the small temple, and steam drifted outside, creating a misty atmosphere.

With Yu Ziya admitting defeat.

Suddenly, a bamboo flute hissed like the wind, as if it had flown in from outer space.

"Sword Master Ren, I am Lady Xiao. Your big day is in six months. I offer you a song to celebrate!"

When Ren Shaoyang saw that the person wielding the flute as a sword was an old woman with white hair and almost no teeth, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "Ren, I'm all ears!"

"it is good!"

With flowing sleeves, Lady Xiao wielded her flute, creating three sword flowers as it gracefully thrust forward. Her moves were elegant and beautiful, accompanied by the melodious sound of her flute as it blew in.

If she were fifty years younger, this sword strike would truly be a feast for the eyes, the nose, and the ears.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "Absolutely stunning!" With a whoosh, the long sword suddenly appeared in his palm, flashing like fine rain, elusive and invisible.

This move, however, uses the "Sword Leopard" technique, which is the fastest and most ferocious of the thirteen sword techniques.

However, under Ren Shaoyang's "Yin-Yang Transformation Technique," it was used as beautifully as a Jiangnan water town or a broken bridge in the misty rain.

With two quick swishes, the sword flashed.

Ms. Xiao felt a chill on her shoulder, and in fright, she stepped back. Looking down, she saw two large slits in her sleeve at her shoulder and elbow. In such a swift exchange of swords, even without direct contact, the blades had the power to tear clothing without causing injury.

The opponent's swordsmanship was so superb that it was truly terrifying.

Lady Xiao clasped her hands in thanks: "This old woman thanks Sword God Ren for showing mercy."

With his sword slung over his back, Ren Shaoyang made a sword gesture: "The sound of the flute is beautiful, and I, Ren, am very fond of it."

Lady Xiao beamed with delight: "If you enjoy it, I will certainly play a fine tune for you during the sword competition!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "I'm really looking forward to it."

"Hahaha, Sword God Ren, I'm no good at playing music. But I'm an expert at fighting!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar exploded, sending dust flying from the roof. If a timid person heard this, they would probably be terrified.

Then a grayish figure came hurtling towards them, its fists flailing wildly like a mad beast.

Ren Shaoyang looked closely and saw that the person was only six or seven feet tall, and the same seemed to be about the same height when measured horizontally. The person looked square, like a big rock.

His head was unusually large, with messy hair that looked like a chicken coop, and his hair and beard were connected together.

From afar, this person looks like a lion, but up close, he looks like a bird's nest placed on a rock.

This figure is none other than "Mad Lion" Tie Zhan.

As Ren Shaoyang saw the fist coming, he said, "Can your chaotic punches knock down my 'vast waves'?" With a flick of his wrist, his swordsmanship suddenly became more vivid and beautiful, as if it had come alive, and sword flowers bloomed all over the sky.

As everyone watched, they saw him face Tie Zhan's chaotic attacks with ease and without any hesitation. When the sword light changed, Tie Zhan's chaotic punches suddenly seemed to be bound like a wicked dragon, getting smaller and smaller with each blow.

Tie Zhan roared repeatedly and threw punches with all his might, but to no avail.

"Accepted!"

Ren Shaoyang's swordsmanship suddenly changed. His longsword emitted a blue light, accompanied by a deafening roar, like a raging torrent, as it rushed towards Tie Zhan.

Although the group was behind, they still felt the wind of the sword cutting into their faces as it came, causing a burning pain. They couldn't help but move aside to the sides.

This sword has a powerful and majestic aura; it is none other than the "Sword Wave" from the Thirteen Swords of Kunlun.

"oops!"

Tie Zhan suddenly felt eighteen hissing sounds around his body as a powerful force suddenly transformed into a gentle push. With a cry of surprise, he was sent flying out of the small temple like a cannonball.

Everyone present was an expert, so they could see it clearly.

Ren Shaoyang's "Sword Waves" were like a raging torrent and a waterfall, incredibly fierce. If he wanted to kill Tie Zhan, the moment the sword light fell, he could blast him into mincemeat.

But a sword god is still a sword god.

The forceful sword turned gentle, its sharp tip becoming blunt, lightly striking the man and sending him flying without killing him.

This sudden and dramatic turn of events is like a singer hitting a world-destroying high note, only to switch to a gentle melody at the end. The dramatic fluctuations perfectly showcase the swordsman's prowess.

Everyone was stunned and speechless.

Yu Ziya swallowed hard: "Goodness, even Tie Zhongtang back then wasn't all that great, was he?"

Lady Xiao shook her head: "I met Master Tie when I was young. Although his 'Fragrance-Slicing Sword Technique' was powerful, it was still inferior to Yan Nantian, let alone the Sword God Ren!"

"For the martial arts world of the Central Plains to produce such a figure is truly a testament to the rich heritage of the past century, and the emergence of another extraordinary individual."

"I can't wait for the Kunlun Sword Tournament in six months. I really don't know what kind of martial arts extravaganza it will be!"

"Damn it, I can't wait any longer!" shouted a thin old man beating a drum. "Although we can't compete with them, we can still celebrate with music! In the future, why should we worry about our names not spreading throughout the martial world?"

“That’s right, that’s right!” Ghost Child jumped out from somewhere and said with a grin, “Ren Jianshen and the other two are destined to be remembered for generations. Isn’t it a blessing that we can get a bit of their luck and leave behind a legend?”

"Damn it, you little devil, where did you come from again?" the old man who was beating the drum cursed angrily.

The demon boy chuckled: "I've been watching this the whole time."

Ms. Xiao suddenly realized: "You deliberately wanted to make us look foolish?"

The demon boy waved his hands frantically, exclaiming, "How could that be!"

Yu Ziya sneered, "That's just how you are, you bastard!"

The demon child jumped up and down: "You, you've insulted my innocence without my permission!"

Just then, Ren Shaoyang's clear voice came: "Seniors, it's late at night. You are all getting on in years, and staying up late is never good for you."

Everyone turned to look and saw Ren Shaoyang striding over.

The Ghost Child asked, "Sword God Ren, what are you going to do?"

"It's nothing!" Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I came to help you fall asleep so you wouldn't have to suffer from insomnia."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed several times.

To be honest, if this were said by an ordinary novice in the martial arts world, they would probably be so angry they'd be ready to fight to the death.

However, these people, who have lived in seclusion for decades, have surprisingly good tempers and are able to remain calm.

Yu Ziya said, "Sword God Ren, we are no match for you in a one-on-one fight, but we can take on multiple opponents. You are being presumptuous."

Lady Xiao said calmly, "My wife is old and her eyesight is failing. Does she not know how Sword God Ren could deal with us all by himself?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "We'll know once we fight!" With a swift movement, he leaped several feet and, in just a few leaps, appeared among the crowd.

"Hmph, watch me!"

The old man who was beating the drum narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly opened them and slammed his fist on the drumhead.

Bang bang bang!
The thunderous drumbeats created visible ripples that spread through the air.

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Using the drum as a fist, each punch resounds, shaking the vast wilderness, what excellent internal strength!" As he spoke, he reached out to stop him.

The old man roared repeatedly, waving his fists and smashing them horizontally and vertically, his power unstoppable!
Ren Shaoyang, like a fish, twisted away from the fist, then moved his hand close to the old man's armpit and threw it upwards.

"Go away!"

The old man felt an earth-shattering force coming at him, and suddenly lost his footing, flying straight up to the roof beam with a "whoosh"!

"Great!" Hongxiu clapped her hands and laughed, looking at Ding'an and saying, "Ding'an, doesn't this look just like the way I threw that punch at you?"

Ding An's face darkened, and he turned his head away. Unexpectedly, he met the gaze of the timid, dog-like Big Cat, and both of them immediately felt awkward.

After throwing the old man away, Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, his sleeves fluttering as he unleashed a flurry of punches and palm strikes.

His moves are simple and direct, yet generous and graceful. They seem casual, but they are all sharp and effective.

When people came into contact with him, they felt as if the sky had fallen and mountains had collapsed, and they all cried out in pain.

A white figure suddenly appeared, followed by a series of muffled thunderous punches and kicks. The crowd was sent flying like balls, landing on the wall with a thud.

In the blink of an eye, only three people remained out of the dozen or so old men and women: Yu Ziya, the most skilled in martial arts, Lady Xiao, and Gui Tongzi.

As for the "Mad Lion" Iron Battle that flew out of the door earlier, it is still hanging on a tree branch in the distance.

Ren Shaoyang got into the swing of things, walked over to the big drum, made a fist and swung it around rapidly.

The drumbeats rose and fell rhythmically, perfectly in sync with the music.

Everyone felt wave after wave of sound waves hitting them, making them dizzy, lightheaded, and breathless. They covered their ears and retreated to a distance.

In an instant, only one person and one drum remained in the middle of the temple.

The nearby bonfire, stirred by the drumbeats, danced gracefully like a snake, its flames shooting into the sky!

Everyone leaned against the wall to watch, speechless with astonishment, feeling as if they were still in a dream.

The confrontation was swift; the two sides were completely routed by Ren Shaoyang the moment they made contact.

They really punched the Beihai Nursing Home.

one move!
No matter who attacked, whether with a punch, a palm strike, a sword strike, or a finger strike, they were all sent flying.

Such miraculous martial arts skills made them turn ashen-faced, feeling that all their lifelong practice of kung fu had been for nothing in front of this person!
"stop!"

The demon child bounced around, raising his hands and waving them wildly: "Sword God Ren, we are convinced!"

Ren Shaoyang continued to tap away, looking quite pleased with himself.

The old man on the roof beam hurriedly shouted, "Sword God Ren, you, you've broken the drum! The music for the 'Kunlun Sword Tournament' will lose a lot of its charm!"

The drumming stopped.

As the sound waves dissipated, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The big cat, who had been covering its ears, also put down its tiger paws and lay on the ground, looking like its entire tiger body was falling apart.

"Did everyone enjoy themselves?" Seeing that they had all recovered, Ren Shaoyang cupped his hands and smiled.

Lady Xiao, Ghost Child, Yu Ziya, and the others turned their gazes toward the young man, who was dressed in a wide robe and looked carefree. They all wore wry smiles.

Then they all bowed and said respectfully, "To see the Sword God is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky; we are convinced!"

"Please rise, everyone!" Ren Shao waved his sleeve and helped everyone to their feet. "I also have a great love for music."

"Huh~?" Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise, "Sword God Ren knows music?"

Ren Shaoyang tilted his head back and exclaimed, "Passionate!"

Ding An spat under his breath: "He sings off-key!"

Hongxiu covered her mouth and chuckled: "Wasn't it you who led them astray?"

Ren Shaoyang rolled his eyes at them, then said to everyone, "Esteemed seniors, in about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the rain will stop and the sky will clear. Why don't we play music and have a feast here?"

Everyone was overjoyed and sat down, some taking out wine, others taking out dishes.

These seasoned veterans of the underworld, with their rich experience, never skimped on themselves; they even carried food boxes with them.

As soon as it was opened, the aromas of wine, meat, and vegetables wafted out, making Da Miao's mouth water.

Everyone clinked glasses and enjoyed themselves immensely.

The little beggar was completely at home among them, calling everyone "Grandpa" and "Grandma," his words were incredibly sweet.

Just then, the heavy rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon reappeared.

"Good!" Yu Ziya exclaimed, "When the wind and rain stop in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, let the Sword God truly make his ironclad judgment!"

Under the bright moon, everyone's spirits soared even higher.

Inside the small temple, melodious music and singing filled the air, with the sounds of string and wind instruments drifting through the air.

Moreover, the young beggar had drunk a few too many cups and was in high spirits, singing a series of strange yet exceptionally pleasant tunes such as "The mortal world is so laughable, infatuation is the most boring."

The crowd cheered loudly. They were old and broad-minded, and they didn't care about the unorthodox nature of the music. Instead, they were particularly captivated by the chivalrous spirit in it and immediately began to accompany the little beggar.

During this time, many people showcased their talents, such as sword dancing, using hidden weapons, or employing internal energy to enhance the festivities.

Hongxiu, as the cheerleader, frequently exclaimed and cheered, clapping and shouting, which made everyone laugh.

Amidst laughter and commotion.

Suddenly a toad jumped into the temple, disturbing the pleasant atmosphere. So a big cat stepped forward and slapped it with its tiger paws, knocking it out of the door.

Ren Shaoyang and the others drank heartily, experiencing the "joy of the martial arts world" that they hadn't felt in a long time.

This world is full of perverts, villains, hypocrites, and true scoundrels.

There are also passionate heroes, righteous people who keep their promises, innocent and adorable teenagers, and seniors who are obsessed with playing music.

The world is like a quagmire, where good and bad are intertwined.

Feel the beauty, eliminate the ugliness. I don't seek to sweep away all evil, nor do I wish for a world so clear that there are no fish left. I only seek to have an open heart and laugh heartily.

Then the words "I have been here" will not be in vain.
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"not enough!"

"not enough!"

"Not enough!"

"It's still not powerful enough!"

Inside the secret chamber of the Yihua Palace.

Yaoyue clutched her graying hair tightly, her face as clear as crystal, and blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

However, her eyes were bloodshot, her face was distorted, and she seemed to have fallen into a bizarre state of hysteria.

Six more months!

Even someone as gifted as Yaoyue would find it difficult to break through the ninth level of the "Mingyu Divine Skill".

Time has become her greatest enemy!

In her mind, two figures, one red and one white, were like the Taihang and Wangwu Mountains, pressing down on her relentlessly!
Yaoyue knew that without the "Mingyu Divine Skill" at its ninth level, she would never be able to surpass them.

Even if they went to Kunlun, they would only suffer another humiliation!

Suddenly, Yaoyue let out a muffled groan and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

But she had no time to wipe her eyes; instead, her eyes were bloodshot as she said hatefully, "Ren Shaoyang, Ren Hongxiu, how could I, Yaoyue, possibly lose to you again!"

As she spoke, with a "rip," her skirt was torn, revealing a long, slender, white leg.

Long, slender calves, full thighs, and jade-like feet slowly extending, with touches of green onions on the snow-white insteps, rose-pink toes, and neatly trimmed toenails, all adding to her charm.

To be fair, Yaoyue is stunningly beautiful, both in appearance and body.

However, faced with such perfect jade legs.

Yaoyue, however, took out an awl and, expressionless, swiftly carved two characters on Bai Jie's thigh as if burning a zither to cook a crane.

"Kill!" "Let!"
When she looked up again, her hair was as white as frost.
(End of this chapter)