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

Chapter 129 Unexpected Tactics
"Tuk!"

Two slender, jade-like hands touched, and the two figures, one in red and one in white, separated as soon as they made contact.

Suddenly, the falling snow exploded into a ball.

A young girl, a woman.

Each of them displayed a skill that was enough to make the assembled heroes take notice.

"Chi chi chi!"

Yaoyue landed first, flicking her fingers in quick succession, countless finger strikes transforming into a sky full of white arrows against the backdrop of wind and snow.

His domineering and arrogant demeanor was extremely imposing, revealing his unparalleled arrogance.

It was a sight to behold, yet no one cheered or applauded, because the burden on everyone watching was simply too heavy to bear.

Everyone held their breath and dared not say a word. In the silence, Hongxiu's eyes suddenly changed. Her right eye shone brightly, while her left eye trembled incessantly.

However, this was not a sign of illness or an attempt to scare people, but rather Hongxiu using her "bright-eyed" observation skills to pinpoint the source of the attack.

Although the finger strikes that Yaoyue unleashed appeared to be accompanied by wind and snow, they were actually a combination of yin and yang. The yang force brought the snow, while the yin force was hidden beneath.

If one only uses their hands to block, they will be vulnerable to the hidden energy within, which will explode inside their body, making it extremely vicious.

Then the little beggar smiled slightly, drew a circle with one hand, and threw a punch with the other, as if he were holding a shield and throwing a gun.

When he drew circles, it was as if a vortex was absorbing wind and snow; when he threw punches, they were like a barrage of arrows, making a crackling sound.

But all that could be seen was ice and snow bursting wildly, jade shattering and flying everywhere.

Just then, Yaoyue's cold laughter rang out: "So that's how it is! Ren Hongxiu, your skill is actually not that high. You're just relying on your strange internal energy. Watch me tear you apart today!"

Suddenly, a white figure slowly emerged from the snow behind the red-sleeved woman, like a snow maiden from the Tianshan Mountains, incredibly ghostly.

Isn't this exactly what Yue is asking about?
She suddenly raised her hand and struck Hongxiu with a "Yuan" sound.

The woman in red sleeves transformed into a blood-red whirlwind and vanished in an instant.

With a "bang," the force of the palm struck, creating a crater in the ground.

The onlookers, covered in mud, were so shocked that their eyes twitched and they quickly backed away.

With a flash of blood, Hongxiu appeared, glanced at the pit on the ground, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "A great enemy once said something to Shaoyang that I think is also applicable to you."

Yaoyue paused, then said coldly, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say!"

Hongxiu chuckled, unconcerned: "That person said: If killing only relies on internal strength, then we can just fight with internal strength when we meet. What's the point of using techniques and experience?"

The little beggar stood with his hands on his hips, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her defiantly: "Besides your superb skills and your ability to bombard everything, what else do you have?" He pointed at her and snapped, "What...are...you...anything...?"

"I shouldn't have let you speak." Yaoyue sighed. "You weren't this noisy last time?" She slapped him a few more times.

But as soon as she finished slapping down, another palm struck out, and the wind and snow roared, the mountain peaks seemed to tremble. Another series of thuds followed, the force of her palm strikes even stronger and more powerful, creating a crater more than half a foot deep in the ground, raising clouds of dust.

The onlookers screamed in horror and retreated hastily, but they couldn't escape the flying mud and sand, which rushed into their mouths and noses, causing them to cough loudly.

They really did throw mud at everyone.

Inviting the moon, her palms moved incessantly, chasing after the vast expanse of crimson palms as they flew about.

Everyone felt a slight tremor beneath their feet. With each palm strike from Yaoyue, the tremor intensified, and they feared that if she continued to strike like this, Jade Dragon Peak would collapse.

Yaoyue unleashed over thirty palm strikes in quick succession, sending the little beggar fleeing in a sorry state. The crowd was swayed by the force of her palm strikes, while she continued to swing her arms and laugh out loud: "Ren Hongxiu! I'll return Ren Shaoyang's words to you!"

"You're too slow! Hurry up, hurry up, faster!"

"it is good!"

The little beggar suddenly stood up and appeared in mid-air. Suddenly, he flicked his wrist, and several cold stars shot out, flying like meteors.

Inviting the Moon snorted coldly: "Hidden weapons?" She chuckled repeatedly, "Children's tricks!"

Just as he was about to strike, he suddenly heard a "snap" sound, and a wooden throwing knife was stuck to his forehead!
Yaoyue lowered her hand, raised her head, and expressionlessly took the wooden throwing knife. A terrifying chill emanated from her eyes: "You little bitch, you're asking for death!"

Hongxiu laughed heartily: "I won't die!" As if sprang up by a spring, she suddenly leaped several feet into the air, shouting, "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold!"

With swift movements of his hands, he unleashed a barrage of flying knives, aiming them at Yaoyue.

But Yue remained motionless.

The sound of clanging metal rang out incessantly, sparks flew everywhere, and snowflakes swirled and filled the air, instantly blurring the view and making it difficult to discern anything.

Hongxiu's ears twitched, and she suddenly turned to the side. At the same time, a pale, slender hand reached out.

The little beggar quickly did a somersault and kicked backward.

Yaoyue sneered repeatedly, clenched her jade fist, and slammed it down.

With a thud, Yaoyue, holding an object, slid back several feet, revealing two burn marks on the ground, which looked quite astonishing.

The little beggar tumbled backward, and when she stood still, her long hair was disheveled, and her eyes were fixed on the woman opposite her.

He stretched out a hand, his voice cold and stern: "You wretched woman, give me back my hairpin!"

"Oh? Is this it?"

Yaoyue stretched out her palm, revealing the old copper-plated hairpin lying in her hand. She stared intently at the little beggar, a strange smile gradually appearing on her lips, and slowly said, "You value such a worn-out, cheap hairpin quite a bit."

Hongxiu lowered her hand and said, word by word, "I said, give it back to me!"

"What I love most is destruction," Yaoyue said leisurely, a cruel smile flashing in her eyes. "Destroying all that is beautiful in this world!"

With a forceful squeeze, the copper hairpin shattered with a snap.

She burst into maniacal laughter, scattering the debris amidst the wind and snow: "Blood-clad man, what can you do to me?"

Hongxiu lowered her head, unable to utter a sound. The only sound in the world seemed to be Yaoyue's maniacal laughter.

Gradually, her body began to tremble, the trembling becoming more and more violent until she seemed unable to stand steadily. Seeing this, "Little Beggar" Ding'an was about to jump over.

Yaoyue turned to look at him, her smile so cruel and malicious, and glared at Ding An coldly, saying, "You, are you here to die too?"

Ding An shouted, "You bully a little beggar, I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"

Yaoyue grinned maliciously and said, "Is that so? Of the three of you, I've seen Ren Shaoyang and his sister, but as for you, you cripple, I really can't imagine what you'd use to kill me!"

Ding An flicked his wrist, revealing a crystal-clear dagger that instantly blazed with flames like a torch. He said, word by word, "I will use 'Burning City' to show you what I mean."

Suddenly, Yaoyue felt a tremendous burst of fiery energy approaching, her expression changed drastically, and she couldn't help but slightly turn to the side and assume a defensive stance.

"Oh no! How can this cripple's swordsmanship be so terrifying?"

Just as Yaoyue was feeling surprised, a small hand gently rested on Ding'an's hand.

Ding'an turned his head and saw Hongxiu's indifferent and lifeless eyes.

“Brother Ding’an, this is my matter, let me handle it.”

Ding An froze, afraid of burning her, and quickly withdrew the fire from his short sword: "Sister, you're out?"

Hongxiu turned her head and smiled at him.

One eye was incredibly lively, while the other was lifeless and dull.

Ding An was taken aback and scratched his head.

Hongxiu turned her head and slowly walked towards Yaoyue, stopping a zhang away from her, her hand gently resting on the curved sword at her waist.

Yaoyue was startled when she saw the two completely different eyes, but she immediately sneered, "What, you have a new trick to please me?"

“That’s right,” Hongxiu laughed, “a method you’ve never seen before.”

"Is that so?" The white hair of the moon goddess seemed to fly around like a demon, protecting herself. "I'd like to see for myself."

"can."

One eye burst forth with divine light, while the other remained as silent as death.

Hongxiu and her younger sister made a clear, mixed sound with a deep one:

"With our combined will, we'll send you to your death!"
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Yan Nantian exclaimed like thunder: "Yes!"

With a thunderous crash, his sword descended from the sky, just like lightning striking from heaven. The speed of this sword strike was unprecedented in the world!

The heroes from all directions were shocked, then suddenly overjoyed, shouting in unison, "The Southern Heavenly Divine Sword!"

Ye Yunuan was also taken aback by this unparalleled aura and exclaimed in shock, "I thought I had mastered the 'Flying' technique to an extremely high level, but compared to Hero Yan's 'Southern Heaven Divine Sword,' it's like a rocket compared to a thunderbolt—not even worth a second glance!"

Ximen Changhai's eyes gleamed with excitement as he muttered, "Just a little more, just a little more! Just a little more, and I... I'll find it!"

Ye Yunuan glanced at him, knowing that although this young man was all talk and no action, he was actually a rare genius. If he really gained some insight from Yan Nantian's sword technique, she would fall behind.

So he stared at the white-robed figure, silently asking, "Benefactor, how will you deal with this?"

Just then, a loud clang rang out!
A beam of clear blue sword light shot into the sky, splitting the wind and snow with a huge gash, pointing straight to the heavens!
The crowd was so overwhelmed by the sword light that they could barely look at it, squinting as they gazed at this rare and wondrous sight.

Ding, two clanging sounds!
Yan Nantian felt a sharp, piercing force rushing towards him, while Ren Shaoyang also felt a thunderous, fiery internal force counterattacking him.

The two flew back, remaining silent.

The assembled heroes were completely bewildered, unsure of who would win this move.

"Such great strength!" Yan Nantian said in a deep voice, his left hand holding the sword while his right wrist kept rubbing.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "Isn't Brother Yan's strength ridiculously great as well?"

Yan Nantian held his sword horizontally across his chest with his right hand and laughed loudly, "I am born with divine strength!"

"Then let's try Ren's 'Sword Mastery' again!"

Ren Shaoyang raised his eyebrows, drew his sword and walked towards Yan Nantian. In an instant, the sword light flashed, and with a loud "boom," like a thunderclap from nowhere, the sword light engulfed Yan Nantian.

"What an incredibly domineering sword style!"

Yan Nantian gave a loud praise, and with a flick of his Tai'a sword, it suddenly pierced out, causing snowflakes to fly up in an area of ​​more than ten feet in diameter.

The clanging of swords was rapid, like the beating of a zither, and the flashes of sword light were like flying shuttles. The two swords clashed, exchanging several moves in an instant.

The two men suddenly shifted positions, each lowering their longswords as if deep in thought.

This sword duel, though only a fleeting glimpse, was like a dragon appearing and disappearing without a trace, with only flashes of sword light.

The audience was mesmerized and full of admiration, unable to resist shouting their approval.

The most skilled one collapsed to the ground, excitedly covering his face and weeping.

The younger disciples, unaware of the extraordinary skill of the two swordsmen, only felt that the sword light was magnificent and the movements were graceful and elegant, and couldn't help but cheer loudly for them.

Yan Nantian laughed heartily: "Shaoyang, when will you use your legendary 'Sword Silk Crossing the Void'?"

Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, striking a strange pose, and smiled, "No rush, I still have two ultimate moves to use."

"Oh?" Yan Nantian's eyes lit up. "If the Sword God calls it a signature move, it must be extremely powerful. I'll wait and see."

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "This is a move used by one of my great enemies, called: Shaking Sword Awakens the Azure Sky!"

The figures were ethereal, like a dream.

Suddenly, a loud "whoosh" resounded, and the tip of the sword appeared out of nowhere, thrusting upwards towards Yan Nantian's throat.

A sword strike seemed to fly in from beyond the heavens, cleaving through the sky.

Moving from bottom to top, arriving first despite being later, it was ten times faster than the lightning bolt from before!
(End of this chapter)