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

Chapter 128 Each Seeks Their Own Opponent
The moon casts a lonely shadow, and the wind and clouds change color.

At this moment, the north wind turned fierce, and heavy snow fell all over the sky. In just a few hours, the snow had accumulated to a depth that chilled people to the bone.

On Jade Dragon Peak, the martial arts practitioners in the various caves were freezing to death, but even with snot running down their noses and shivering like leaves, they didn't leave. Instead, they braved the cold wind and stuck their heads out.

I gazed longingly at the summit.

That was a peak they could never reach in their entire lives.

Even the most astute person's thoughts have become muddled at this moment.

A century has passed since Tie Zhongtang and Dugu Can's decisive battle at Yandang Mountain, and yet such a spectacle still exists.

Everyone eagerly awaited the birth of a new martial arts legend.

Along the mountain path, people climbed in an endless stream.

Whether they were江湖子 (jianghu zi, a wandering swordsman) or 武林大豪 (wulin dahao, a martial arts master), whether they were newbies or seasoned veterans, they all braved the snow and went up, now all becoming pilgrims.

The wind howled, the snow fell heavily, and all the peaks of Kunlun were covered in white.

As the wind and snow howled, a chilling cold swept across the land.

The climbers, however, had no regrets. Like ants climbing a tree, they moved in a mighty, unstoppable wave, their breaths like a dragon breathing clouds and mist along the mountain path.

Yan Nantian glanced at the crowd in the distance, then turned his head, his expression becoming solemn.

Just then, music drifted from the mountaintop and spread throughout the surrounding area.

On this snowy night, it sounded so melodious, so moving, and so full of memories.

Drifting and swaying throughout the entire Jade Dragon Peak, it becomes increasingly captivating.

As soon as the music started, the climbers immediately fell silent, slowed their pace, and even their breathing became gentler. It seemed that everyone with ears was completely captivated by the music.

Yan Nantian looked up at the sky, a flood of memories washing over him. When the figures of Zhang Sanniang and Zhang Jing flashed before his eyes, his gaze softened.

Yan Nantian took a deep breath, raised his head, and strode up the mountain, singing loudly as he went: "Xingtian wields his axe and shield, his fierce will remains steadfast. Since there is no worry about being of the same kind, there is no regret in transformation. In vain do I set my mind on the past, for good times are not to be waited for!"

Although he had injured his voice, his inner strength was second to none. His voice pierced through the marble, each note resonating with a hundred turns, singing out a heroic and unrestrained spirit.

The song drifted over the mountains and down the valleys, its lingering melody echoing far and wide.

There's an urge to make this snowstorm even heavier! To hell with you, God, I'm not afraid of your wild and unrestrained spirit.

Everyone who heard this was deeply moved.

Zhang Jing stared blankly at the figure gradually ascending the mountaintop, her mind filled with countless emotions.

Zhang San Niang held her hand and said softly, "Jing'er, this is why I'm willing to wait for your father my whole life."

Zhang Jing didn't speak. She felt an inexplicable grief in her chest, and her body trembled uncontrollably, but she stubbornly looked up at the sky, refusing to let her tears fall.

Sure enough, they share the same stubborn temperament.

Yan Nantian brushed the snow off his dark cloak and strode slowly up to the summit.

This place is extremely spacious and located at the highest point, where one can hold up one's hands to the sky and look down at the mountains as small as can be.

Yan Nantian felt a great sense of relief and joy.

Looking around, he saw a group of elderly people in the distance put down their instruments and greet him with clasped hands and smiles.

Yan Nantian really liked these seniors, laughed heartily, and clasped his hands in a respectful greeting.

Just then, a sweet voice rang out: "Uncle Yan, catch!"

Immediately afterwards, something flew over.

Yan Nantian casually took it and found it was a pot of fine wine. He was surprised and looked up.

But then he saw Hongxiu riding a tiger, laughing at him along with Ding'an.

"You guys always know what I want!"

Yan Nantian laughed heartily, raised the wine jug, tilted his head back, and gulped down the wine in a very bold manner.

"Cool!"

He finished the wine in a few sips.

Yan Nantian casually tossed aside the wine jug and laughed, "Little beggar, Ding'an, why don't you two try your hand later?"

The little beggar chuckled and said, "Uncle Yan, please be gentle."

Ding An smiled in return: "Me too."

Yan Nantian smiled at the little beggar: "You little girl, your martial arts are quite high, I dare not hold back."

His smile vanished, and when he turned to look at Ding An, his face was already serious: "You rebellious disciple, you love to play dumb and make me hold back so you can humiliate me?"

Ding An was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hands: "I, how could I dare?"

Yan Nantian gave him a deep look: "Ding'an, I'm very curious about your 'Burning City' technique."

Ding An scratched his head and laughed, "This time, I can control it a little. Don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you."

"Oh dear, you silly boy!" Hongxiu quickly pinched his mouth and turned to smile apologetically, "Uncle Yan, don't be angry. You know he's a bit simple-minded."

Yan Nantian's face darkened, and he turned his head away: "Hmph."

suddenly.

"Ren Shaoyang, Ren Hongxiu!"

A chilling, extremely shrill voice rang out, echoing throughout the entire mountain.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~!"

The wind howled again at the summit, and the surrounding sea of ​​clouds swirled.

Suddenly, Yaoyue's murderous face slowly emerged from the clouds, looked around at everyone, and gave a cold smile.

"I am coming!"

Yan Nantian glanced at her but didn't say anything more. Their enmity was deeper than the sea, so there was no need to waste words.

At this moment, the martial arts practitioners who were behind finally reached the summit.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, they dared not make a sound, their eyes shifting back and forth between Yan Nantian and Yaoyue.

Finally, everyone gathered around the figure who had been standing on the edge of the cliff, hands behind his back, overlooking the mountains.

"Oh ho, everyone's here." The man turned around.

Only then did everyone see his face, and their eyes widened involuntarily. They felt that he was handsome and elegant, and his white robes fluttered as if he were a god.

he.

The Sword God is actually a young man who is not even twenty years old?
How can she be so young?!

Many people have never met Ren Shaoyang, but they imagine what he looks like.

Some say he is handsome and extraordinary, some say he is ordinary, and some say he is majestic and imposing.

Who could have imagined that when the Sword God appeared before us, it would be such a scene!
The scene fell silent for a moment, and disbelief and sighs filled the summit of Jade Dragon Peak almost instantly.

They absolutely cannot be mistaken!

This young man in white robes, barely twenty years old and appearing extremely young, possessed a calm and dignified air, and the aura he exuded in every gesture was that of a free-spirited scholar straight out of a painting by the renowned Eastern Jin Dynasty painter Gu Kaizhi. The Sword God simply turned around and greeted him.

Whether it's the rolling dark clouds in the sky, the heavy snow covering the ground, or the winding, undulating mountains, they all become insignificant compared to him.

Even the heavens, the sun and moon, and the towering mountains became nothing more than a single, indistinct shadow behind the Sword God.

Everyone was shocked: "This person is the white-robed sword god, Ren! Shao! Yang!" In their imagination, the sword god Ren had a thousand different appearances, but upon seeing him now, they suddenly felt that he should look like this.

Just then, a long laugh broke the frozen atmosphere.

Then Yan Nantian said loudly, "Shaoyang, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"I've finally waited for this day!" Yaoyue gritted her teeth.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and said in a clear voice, "Good things come to those who wait."

Yan Nantian nodded and said with a sigh, "The timing is just right now."

"When you reach the summit, you will see all the mountains below." Ren Shaoyang walked slowly with his hands hanging down. "Since I stepped into this world, I have swept across the vast world and found it hard to find a worthy opponent. However, as time goes by, I feel lonely and unbearable! As the saying goes, one should play the zither to find a kindred spirit and practice the fist to find an enemy. Unfortunately, the world is vast and it is hard to find a worthy opponent."

Yaoyue paused for a moment, then sneered, "Although I wish I could tear them apart and sleep on their skin, I have to admit that you two are my greatest enemies!"

Yan Nantian nodded and smiled, "The saying 'poisonous woman is indeed poisonous' is true."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and continued, "After much thought, I believe that only Brother Yan and Palace Master Yaoyue are suitable to verify my martial arts skills. Both of you have reached a wonderful level and are at the very top."

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking straight ahead: "Therefore, it is a great fortune that we have gathered here to verify each other's martial arts."

A flame ignited in Yan Nantian's chest, and he roared, "I, Yan, have fought countless battles, big and small, but today is the most important one. I will gladly risk my life to accompany you!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Good, very spirited! Discussing the Dao through martial arts is about both technique and character."

Yan Nantian laughed and said, "Once this battle is over, everything will be settled! I will no longer concern myself with the affairs of the martial world."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "As the saying goes, 'The waves of the martial world are easy to enter but difficult to retreat from.' I agree with Brother Yan's choice."

"Hahaha!" Yan Nantian laughed loudly, "Good! Shaoyang, let's fight fiercely today, life and death are irrelevant, fulfill your lifelong wish, and do not disappoint me."

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, about to ask when.

Suddenly, Yaoyue said coldly, "Have you finished your nonsense?"

The two of them turned their heads together.

Yan Nantian looked at her without saying much.

Ren Shaoyang stared at her for a long time, then shook his head and sighed, "Yaoyue, I still don't understand what you're so arrogant about."

Yaoyue sneered, pointing at Ren Shaoyang: "Our grudges!" Then she pointed at Yan Nantian, "Our hatred!"

"Hurry up and get it all sorted out!" She took a step forward, waved her hand, and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Ren Shaoyang looked back at the drifting clouds in the sky and said calmly, "Haven't seen you for half a year, and you've become confident again?"

After a moment of silence, Yaoyue confidently declared, "My 'Bright Jade Divine Skill' has reached a level that is unprecedented and unparalleled!"

"Really?" Ren Shaoyang said. "I thought you were playing the 'White-Haired Witch'."

"Hahahaha!" Yan Nantian burst into laughter. "Shao Yang always hits the nail on the head. 'White-haired Witch'? That's certainly a fitting description!"

Yaoyue's face was deathly pale as she said, word by word, "Enough with the nonsense! Let's get to the point: are we coming at once, or one at a time?"

“We still need to discuss a plan,” Yan Nantian nodded. “Although I want to kill her at all times, it would be unbecoming of a true man to join forces to attack her, and I will not do such a thing.”

"Simple, let's start with one-on-one duels." Ren Shaoyang snapped his fingers and laughed. "After we warm up the crowd, it'll be a free-for-all. Whoever's still standing at the end is the winner, how about it?"

Yan Nantian laughed and said, "Alright!"

Yaoyue remained noncommittal: "Then kill them one by one!"

"It's getting late!" Ren Shaoyang looked at the sky. "Who wants to go first?"

"Wait!" Yaoyue waved her hand and said coldly, "There are only three of us, but we're short one person. Are you suggesting we leave one person to watch over us?"

Ren Shaoyang met Yaoyue's sharp gaze and laughed, "You mean you're lacking an opponent?"

"That's right!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at Yan Nantian: "Brother Yan, may I find her an opponent first?"

Yan Nantian raised an eyebrow: "Then let's try it out first."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and nodded, then shouted loudly, "Hongxiu!"

"Have!"

A spirited and energetic shout rang out.

The little beggar walked into the center of the arena with his hands behind his back and a grin, facing Yaoyue directly.

Both were petite, one wearing a blood-red short jacket and the other a moon-white robe.

But as the little beggar walked closer step by step, Yaoyue's eyes slowly reddened, and she said, word by word, "The Blood-Clad Man of Kunlun!"

The little beggar chuckled: "What, you missed me?"

Yaoyue said indifferently, "I think about killing you every day and night."

The beggar shrugged: "Like I said, you can't kill me."

Yaoyue said, "I am not the same person I was six months ago. This time, you are doomed!"

The conversation between the two reached everyone's ears, leaving them utterly incredulous.

"what?"

"That cheerful young girl from Taibai Residence is the 'Kunlun Blood-Clad Woman'?"

In the past few days, Hongxiu's reputation has soared at Taibai Residence. Everyone praises her bold and forthright nature, and they all adore her. But who would have thought that she is actually the world-renowned "Kunlun Blood-Clad Woman"? How could this not shock everyone?
The crowd was filled with emotion and could not calm down. They all looked at the people on the high platform in astonishment.

"Then let's give it a try!"

Hongxiu smiled slightly, her figure swayed, transforming into a crimson breeze. With a breath and a push from her palms, a powerful force surged forth, like overlapping waves. A thunderous roar followed, and she charged towards Yaoyue.

Yaoyue snorted coldly: "Watch me use the 'Bright Jade Divine Skill' to break your strange internal force!" She immediately drew an arc with her backhand and pushed out with a palm.

This palm strike was the culmination of all the practitioner's power, the energy surging forth like a mighty river rushing forth for miles.

Although the crowd was still five or six zhang away from them, they still felt the palm wind surging outwards, as if it were being struck at them. They were so frightened that they took a few steps back, knowing that if they did not retreat, they would definitely be injured by the palm wind that swept towards them.

On the other side, Yan Nantian watched the two women fighting fiercely and couldn't help but exclaim, "Little Beggar's 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi' is so powerful! No wonder you and Elder Wan went through so much trouble to heal her."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I don't ask her to be invincible, I only ask that she can protect herself."

Yan Nantian pointed at him and laughed, "You're being arrogantly modest again!"

"It's time." Ren Shaoyang glanced at the sky. "Happy New Year, Brother Yan."

"Is it already the first day of the Lunar New Year?" Yan Nantian said. "Then let's not wait any longer. Let me witness the might of the Sword God!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Please!" With a flick of his sleeve, a five-foot-long sword appeared.

Yan Nantian slapped the bottom of the sword sheath with his backhand, and with a clang, the Tai'a sword flew straight up three zhang high!
The burly man suddenly soared into the sky, sword in hand, and swooped down amidst a shower of sword light, shouting:
"please!"

(End of this chapter)