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

Chapter 130 Blade's Edge!
"Holy crap!"

Yan Nantian was startled when he saw the long sword suddenly arrive!

Throughout his life, he had faced countless fierce battles, but he had never encountered such a magnificent and invincible sword strike.

Seeing that the opponent was overwhelming him with force and it was difficult to tell whether he was skillful or clumsy, he quickly slid backward, twisting the Tai'a sword in a circle along the way to set up a defense.

Ren Shaoyang moved like a ghost, his sleeves fluttering, and for a moment the tip of his sword trembled like a flower. He stabbed several places with one sword, and his skill in wielding the sword was beyond words.

When everyone saw him thrust out his sword, the momentum was like the wind blowing down flowers or the moon shining on flowing water, which was quite different from his lightning-fast swordsmanship just now.

It's as if a dozen or so completely different sword techniques have been fused into a single thrust, a single cloud, and a single twist, without any trace of artifice, flowing smoothly and seamlessly in one breath.

Everyone was dazzled and dumbfounded, their hearts filled with horror: "This, this is the Sword God? To encounter such swordsmanship, even dying under his sword would be worthwhile!"

Yan Nantian retreated repeatedly, feeling as if the sword shadows were weaving before his eyes. He was filled with rage and shouted, "Take this!" He shook his Tai'a sword, and the sword light was like a bolt of lightning, as graceful as a startled dragon. As it flew through the air, it covered an area of ​​several feet.

The power of a single sword strike turned danger into safety, instead placing Ren Shaoyang in perilous territory.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and leaned closer, his wrist flicking as the two swords began to twist and turn again.

Yan Nantian suddenly jolted, his sword tip flicking upwards, unleashing a powerful force that sent Ren Shaoyang flying.

"Hahaha, riding the favorable wind!" Ren Shaoyang soared into the air, laughing loudly: "Brother Yan, behold this move, 'Leaving Sword Falling into the Setting Sun'!"

Laughter seemed to come from all directions, causing the snow on the treetops to fall in a soft rustling sound.

Yan Nantian held his sword across his chest, looking around arrogantly: "Shaoyang, please make your move!"

"it is good!"

Suddenly, a streak of flame, like a raging inferno, descended from the sky. The clanging sound grew louder and louder, causing everyone to cover their ears and retreat.

Yan Nantian roared, "So powerful!" The longsword had already arrived swiftly, and it was the only sword in the world.

His sword strike was devoid of any intention to save himself, nor did it leave any room for maneuver. His longsword was used with unwavering courage, demonstrating the utmost refinement.

With a few flashes of lightning, the large rocks standing all around were cut in half.

Then there was another loud "bang"!
The two swords clashed once more, and the entire platform seemed to be engulfed by an endless hurricane, which blew away the accumulated snow and revealed the dark, sandy ground.

The heroes all turned their backs and covered their faces.

Those with lower martial arts skills were thrown to the ground like a rolling gourd, bouncing and rolling like a large wheel, and in the blink of an eye, they had tumbled off the cliff.

But then a figure flashed by; it was Ding An who grabbed his collar and threw him back.

Immediately afterwards, the iron chain flew out and clattered into the top of the cliff. The man swung like a pendulum, making a large arc before flying back up.

The man was still in shock and could only thank them repeatedly.

Ding An laughed and indicated that there was no need for thanks.

Such swift and agile movements left everyone dumbfounded. They never expected that such a disabled young man would possess such skill. This place was truly a land of dragons and snakes, teeming with experts!

Just then, two loud "humph" and "ha" sounds were heard.

Everyone craned their necks to look, only to see that the two masters remained silent, each taking a step back, and both had already sheathed their swords.

Both sides attacked too quickly and their swordsmanship was too advanced; it was impossible to tell who would win or lose.

The snow fell again, and the mountaintop was once again covered in white.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and to everyone's astonishment, Ren Shaoyang's sleeve fell off.

Could it be that the Sword God has already lost?
Just as everyone was thinking this, another exclamation arose, and Yan Nantian's clothes were torn at the chest, blown open by the wind, revealing a chest full of scars.

Who won and who lost between the two?

"Excellent swordsmanship." Yan Nantian suddenly sighed.

"It's alright, I only restored a part of it." Ren Shaoyang also sighed.

Yan Nantian nodded: "This move is very powerful and doesn't suit you, but it suits me very well."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "The founder of this organization and Brother Yan are both bold and magnanimous people, that's true."

Yan Nantian laughed heartily: "Shaoyang, it's my turn. Be careful." As he spoke, he drew a short sword from behind his back with his left hand. It was five inches long, with a translucent color, and quite beautiful.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at it and said loudly, "The longsword is 'Tai'a,' and the shortsword is 'Zhaori.' Was the ancestor of Hero Yan the 'tyrant' Yan Tieyi?"

Yan Nantian raised an eyebrow, surprised, and said, "Shao Yang actually knew?"

"I've heard a little about it." Ren Shaoyang smiled and asked, "Brother Yan, are you going to use the legendary 'Nine Great Forms of the Netherworld'?"

Yan Nantian raised his two swords, left to the lower right, yang to the heavens and yin to the earth. With just this stance, one could see that his two swords combined strength and gentleness, complementing each other's weaknesses.

He shook his head and said loudly, "The ancestral techniques have been lost. What I will always use is the 'Southern Heaven Divine Sword'!"

Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment, then flicked his wrist and sheathed his sword.

Just as everyone was dumbfounded and confused.

Ren Shaoyang struck a boxing stance with his hand behind his back and laughed, "I'll be watching closely."

Upon seeing this, Yan Nantian showed no joy, but instead became serious.

"He wields a divine sword, a sword that can be long or short, hard or soft, like a dragon that can grow large or small, rise or hide. Such a wondrous weapon truly lives up to its name, 'Divine Sword Captures the Dragon'!"

"Now that Shao Yang has sheathed his sword, it is not to let me, but to fully unleash the power of the divine sword."

After thinking for a moment, Yan Nantian narrowed his tiger-like eyes and said seriously, "It just so happens that I also want to see the true power of 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon'!"
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Hongxiu held a knife in one hand, looking indifferently at Yaoyue.

They paid no attention to the sword fight between Shao Yang and Yan Nantian on the other side.

Inviting the moon, her white hair fluttered, revealing the "Azure Blood Illuminates the Crimson" in her palm, as she coldly stared at the person opposite her.

One is the Blood-Clad Man of Kunlun, and the other is the Grand Master of the Yihua Palace.

Both of them were women with the highest martial arts skills and the greatest reputation in the world.

Their auras clashed, neither giving way, and the air seemed to crackle with the sound of fire and ice clashing. Yaoyue said coldly, "Last time you cut me thirty-six times. This time I don't want much. I'll divide you into thirty-six parts. That's fair."

Hongxiu turned to look at Yaoyue, her expression equally calm, her voice low and melodious: "You talk too much nonsense!"

Yaoyue frowned. This girl had been rambling on like a fly, and now she was saying I talked too much nonsense?

What a courage!
Yaoyue roared, "I'll tear your mouth off first!" Her figure swayed slightly, and her short sword flashed out in the air. Although "Azure Blood Reflects Crimson" was only 1.7 feet long, its momentum surpassed any weapon in the world.

"bass"!
The demonic sword is drawn.

Everyone present felt the sky turn red, followed by a flash of lightning, and then a continuous clanging of metal, like a torrential rain of swords and blades. In the blink of an eye, the two sides exchanged hundreds of blows.

Everyone present was caught up in the flashing red and green swords, their faces a jumble of colors and expressions.

"How can this sword, this knife, be so fast?"

"If the Red-Sleeved Girl's fists, kicks, and throwing knives are already so powerful, how come her swordsmanship is also so terrifying?"

"Hurry! Hurry!"

Hongxiu and Yaoyue's figures flickered in and out of the night sky. Yaoyue's jade-like face appeared even more ferocious as she vented her anger on the girl in front of her.

All that could be heard was her furious roar: "You're not this slow! How come you're so much slower than you were six months ago? Hurry up! Hurry up! Why can't you keep up with me anymore!"

Actually, it wasn't that Hongxiu was slow. Her demonic sword "Candle Flower Red" was as swift as thunder and as fast as fire, and it also had "Blood in the Wind" flowing with the wind, making it a rare and fast sword in the world.

But Yaoyue is not the same Yaoyue from six months ago!
"Ninefold Jade Brightness" grants her boundless inner strength, the power to absorb others' power and grow stronger with each battle, and the aid of the icy coldness of heaven and earth.

More importantly, it's her white hair!
As she walked, her white hair fluttered like a giant dandelion. The area around her, nearly ten feet in diameter, was entirely enveloped in this silvery-white hair.

Her figure appeared and disappeared in an instant within a radius of about ten feet shrouded in white hair, creating an almost flickering effect.

Hongxiu remained calm, glancing at him with two completely different expressions.

Clang clang clang clang clang... Swords clash.

The little beggar said, "It's the lame man's kung fu."

Ding ding ding ding ding… Yaoyue’s expression changed slightly.

Sister: "Brother Shaoyang's 'Sword Silk Crossing the Void'."

Little Beggar: "The Incomplete Version"

Ding ding ding ding ding… Yaoyue’s face darkened.

Sister: "Trash~!"

Inviting the Moon in a rage: "What are you talking about?"

With a grin, the little beggar and his sister simultaneously exclaimed, "The opportunity has arrived!"

Suddenly, a loud "whoosh" was heard, and the blood-red light from the peak was so dazzling that everyone present had to cover their eyes.

With a loud crash, Yaoyue let out a muffled groan, leaped backward, and crashed heavily into a dead tree.

With immense force, the withered tree snapped instantly with a crack, slowly falling and stirring up a mist of snow.

The crowd, unaware of what had happened, slowly lowered their hands. They saw that snow was falling heavily and a slash mark had appeared on the ground.

Hongxiu stood tall, knife in hand. Her scarlet short jacket fluttered in the wind, her hair danced wildly, obscuring half her face. Her eyes were lifeless, devoid of any expression.

All eyes turned to the scimitar in her hand.

The knife was two feet long, beautiful as a woman's eyebrows, and seemed to be carved from blood-red ice crystals, exuding a dazzling and intense beauty.

"This, this swordsmanship is incredibly powerful!"

"What a beautiful knife!"

The next moment, many young people in the audience raised their arms and shouted: "Sister Hongxiu! Sister Hongxiu!"

The elders in the sect all looked at each other in bewilderment, not understanding why their junior was reacting this way.

After asking around, I learned that Hongxiu had become very popular at Taibai Residence these past few days, getting along well with most of the young disciples present, both male and female.

Speaking of which, who wouldn't love a little beggar who possesses the extraordinary power of "heart-sacrifice," is sensitive to cold and warmth, has a cheerful personality, and is like a "succubus" in the martial arts world?

Coupled with the extraordinary martial prowess she displayed at that moment, the young people present were instantly excited and couldn't help but cheer for her loudly.

Several men in black robes stared at the knife from a distance, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Master, this knife..."

Even the tall, black-robed man at the head of the group couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "How can they look so alike?"

"But what is the name of this knife?"

Just then, a sudden burst of blood-red light startled the group, causing them to fall silent and turn to look.

But then Hongxiu brandished her curved sword, and the blade emitted a scarlet blood-red light, as if it were flames.

“Blade light!”

Upon seeing the extraordinary skill revealed, everyone gasped in astonishment, especially the group in black robes who stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

If the "Ruyi Tianmo, Eight-Style Chain" is the pinnacle of swordsmen in the world, then the "Blade Aura" is the Jade Dragon Peak of today!
Upon seeing the blood-red light, all the heroes fell silent, as if on a pilgrimage or admiring a work of art, remaining speechless for a long time.

Yaoyue stood tall and imposing, still speaking in that cold voice, "What's the name of your knife?"

"The Demon Blade, Red Candlelight." Red Sleeves lightly touched the blade, her expression serene. "Red Candlelight changes the mortal world."

The moment the name "Demon Blade" was uttered, everyone felt a deep sense of awe, finding the name poetic and, combined with the heavy snowfall, particularly desolate.

The group in black robes:
The name of this demonic sword.
She was using my words!
P.S.: It seems many people don't quite like Xiao Ren's "white-clad sword god" image. If you think it's okay, feel free to share it in the book club.

Goodnight, muah!

(End of this chapter)