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

Chapter 131 Come on, let's dance!

Dark clouds covered the sky, obscuring the stars and moon.

The summit of Jade Dragon Peak reaches the sky, and dark clouds seem to press down from above, making people feel suffocated.

Yan Nantian, holding the long sword "Tai'a" in one hand and the short sword "Zhaori" in the other, slowly walked up to Ren Shaoyang.

He had witnessed the wonder of the "Divine Sword Capturing the Dragon" at Taibai Residence.

With a wave of his hand and a glance, Ren Shaoyang's sword blade extended ten zhang, piercing through the wine sign outside the door.

With such weapons, keeping your distance from him is suicide; the only way is to get close. This is called the "ten-foot way to victory"!
Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Brother Yan has thought things through very well."

Yan Nantian shook his head and sighed, "I can't think of any other way to solve this, so I have no choice but to resort to this last resort."

Ren Shaoyang's clothes and hair fluttered as he chuckled, "Isn't this also a solution?"

"Well said! Shaoyang, take this sword!"

Yan Nantian shouted, his left hand moved slightly, and the short sword Zhao Ri was swung out. His right hand followed, and the Tai'a sword snaked and thrust.

Contrary to popular belief, his move was not an offensive one, but rather a rapid swing of his short sword.

This was so unusual; the sword tip meandered and its destination was unpredictable.

Ren Shaoyang focused his mind and took a step back upon seeing this.

But then a loud "boom" suddenly came from above.

But then Yan Nantian changed his rhythm, and the Tai'a sword flashed and thrust several times, already three inches from his chest, with a powerful momentum.

Ren Shaoyang was surprised: "How can the speed be so fast?" He did not expect that Yan Nantian's combination of long and short swords would have such an extraordinary rhythm.

For anyone who practices martial arts, a fast punch means a fast kick, and a hasty mind means a hasty hand—this is a fundamental principle.

Even if different martial arts are used with the left and right hands, the left hand is generally faster than the right hand, just like the hands swing with the feet when running. This is caused by the flow of qi and blood, and it is absolutely essential to avoid reversing this.

Yan Nantian had successfully cultivated the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill," and his internal energy, after undergoing "fire regeneration," united his mind and body, and his qi and strength, thus developing this unique long and short sword technique.

The longsword Tai'a is swift as lightning and fierce as thunder, while the shortsword Zhao Ri is winding and graceful, like Tai Chi.

In Yan Nantian's hands, the long and short swords moved with a rhythm that was both slow and fast. His opponents could block the short sword's maneuvering, but they could not block the long sword's thunderous strike.

Ren Shaoyang was overjoyed. He took another step back, raised his right hand, and pointed his fingers into the air.

Yan Nantian suddenly saw a blue light shoot out, and the sword wind burst out with a sharp explosion, causing his beard and hair to be whipped back like a flag.

He immediately parried with a backhand stroke, and the burly man laughed, "A fine sword!"

Ren Shaoyang said loudly, "I dare not let Brother Yan have all the credit!" His body appeared and disappeared intermittently, like a ghost, sometimes visible, sometimes invisible, and suddenly arrived in front of him.

Another finger stab came flying at the ground.

Seeing how fast he was moving, Yan Nantian suddenly shouted and took three feet forward. His short sword went from slow to fast, slashing wildly at Shao Yang's waist and ribs, while his long sword went from fast to slow, waiting for Shao Yang's exhaustion, ready to strike him on his own.

The onlookers were already terrified by Ren Shaoyang's unpredictable swordsmanship, and now, seeing Yan Nantian's terrifying dual sword techniques, they all held their breath.

The situation was extremely unfavorable, but Ren Jianshen remained calm.

He let out a clear whistle, and with a flick of his right hand, the "Divine Sword Capturing Dragon" transformed into a bolt of lightning, suddenly extending from his fingertips and deflecting the short sword.

Turning around and bowing his head, Ren Shaoyang slashed with his elbow, and the blade extended from his elbow, deflecting Yan Nantian's longsword.

His movements were graceful and unhurried, and his swordsmanship was unpredictable, inspiring both awe and admiration.

The onlookers, upon witnessing this move, all burst into applause, then secretly marveled: "How did that sword emerge from between my fingers and then spring out from my elbow? Could it be that the sword is a liquid that can flow wherever it wants?"

Yan Nantian was not surprised that Ren Shaoyang easily neutralized his special move.

Ren Shaoyang was the most formidable opponent he had ever faced. If he couldn't even withstand the "fast and slow techniques" of this long and short sword, then what face did he have to be called a "Sword God"?

Yan Nantian shouted, "Well done!" He unleashed a flurry of sword strikes, fully utilizing the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill".

In an instant, a fierce wind howled and scorching waves pressed down, as if a huge fireball had suddenly burst open, and countless fire rains shot out with a "whoosh".

His imposing presence, especially his close following of Ren Shaoyang, who was about ten feet ahead of him and never strayed from him, clearly indicated that his martial arts experience and talent had reached their peak.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang flipped his wrist repeatedly, and four or five sword blades suddenly shot out, colliding with the two incoming swords in mid-air, scattering sparks.

The two attacked each other, and two figures, one black and one white, leaped high and crouched low in the arena, their movements as swift as two gusts of wind swirling around each other.

A flurry of sword light and sparks flew everywhere.

Yan Nantian slashed and smashed with his twin swords, while Ren Shaoyang's sword blades sometimes flicked like a venomous snake and sometimes swirled like a long whip, causing the heroes to be horrified.

"what?"

"How can the sword in Ren Jianshen's hand transform into four or five blades?"

"Wait, how did his sword blade turn into a whip-like shape, and can it be swung back and thrust?"

The crowd was dazzled and exclaimed in amazement. They felt that they had truly broadened their horizons today. Not only had they seen divine skills they had never seen before, but they had also seen wondrous divine weapons they had never seen before. It was truly a worthwhile trip!

Yan Nantian attacked with his twin swords in quick succession, his sword aura unmatched, his appearance and posture extremely fierce, fully displaying the aura of "the number one divine sword under heaven".

Ren Shaoyang moved as if he were walking on air, his sleeves fluttering lightly, and a sword light as sharp as a bolt of lightning suddenly burst out from his sleeves and appeared in front of him in a flash.

Although Yan Nantian was prepared, he was still taken aback. However, as a contemporary sword prodigy, he flashed his two swords, and the sword light exploded as he met the attack head-on.

The two swordsmen wielded their swords with lightning speed, so fast, accurate, and ruthless that it was dazzling and almost breathless to watch.

The hundred torches brought by the group were now exhibiting the strange phenomenon of their flames shrinking, demonstrating just how powerful and astonishing the two men's auras were.

The two swords flashed around each other, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. When fast, they were as swift as wind and thunder, as mad as a madman. When slow, their swords floated like willow catkins, as heavy as a thousand pounds. The sword light was chaotic, and the sound of metal ringing out was endless.

At this moment, within a radius of ten feet, the air was like boiling water, swirling and merging with the chaotic movements of the two sword energies, pressing and stacking together.

It emits wind sounds that are sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes calm, and sometimes fierce.

It sounded like rolling muffled thunder, like thunderclaps, like sharp whistles, like extremely high-pitched explosions.

The hurricane roared, dark clouds loomed overhead, and a towering shadow was cast.

The two figures gradually disappeared, leaving only a huge ball of sword light—
the other side.

Hongxiu looked at Yaoyue, her voice seemingly layered: "You're saying my 'Heavenly Wrath Heart Method' is just strange?"

Yaoyue said calmly, "Isn't that right?" Hongxiu gave a cold smile.

The heroes felt a blur before their eyes; she seemed to move slightly, yet at the same time, she didn't seem to move at all.

A faint green light seemed to flash from the "Azure Blood Illuminates the Blueprint" in Yaoyue's hand.

"Dang~!"

The heroes all felt a weight on their bodies, as if the air on the mountaintop had been completely sucked out and lifted into the sky.

Hongxiu held the "Candle Flower Red" in her hand and chuckled, "This is 'Heavenly Wrath'."

As she spoke, a tear slowly appeared on the back of her clothes. Strangely, on the white back of her red-sleeved dress, from her left shoulder to her right rib, there was only a thin sword mark, from which a few beads of blood seeped out before the bleeding slowly stopped.

Yaoyue trembled all over, gently stroking her face and stretching her hand out in front of her, only to see her hand covered in blood again!

On her cheek, in the same spot as Xiaoyuer's, a wound slowly appeared, the skin and flesh turned outwards, like a baby's mouth.

Inviting the Moon has been disfigured!

"You, how dare you?" Yaoyue murmured to herself, completely incredulous. "How could you..."

"Hey, little beggar, look at your back!"

When Ding'an saw that the little beggar was injured, he rushed forward and hurriedly took out some wound medicine to apply.

Upon closer inspection, however, there was no wound. After wiping away the blood droplets with my hand, I discovered that the wound had actually healed!
Ding An scratched his head and laughed, "Little beggar, you're all better now."

Hongxiu nodded: "I have the 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi' which is indestructible, and the 'Blood in the Wind' which uses the wind to deflect force. The harm that Yaoyue can do to me is nothing to fear."

Ding An smiled and said, "That's good. I was just worried you'd get hurt."

Hongxiu suddenly chuckled and said, "Are you worried that your sister will get hurt?"

Ding An said earnestly, "I'm afraid you two will get hurt."

Hongxiu chuckled, "You do know how to talk."

The voice changed, and the younger sister chimed in: "Brother Ding'an is the best."

"Hey~!" Ding An beamed.

Just then, a sharp roar suddenly rang out.

"You dare to slash my face!"

Then Yaoyue came with her sword, the wind whistling as she thrust out more than a dozen swords in succession.

She attacked with hatred in her heart, but the sword flashed and the cold air spread everywhere, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Hongxiu was about to draw her sword when Ding'an stopped her, saying with a smile, "You're injured, I'll take your place."

Before he finished speaking, the one-armed youth suddenly drew his short knife, waved it casually, and then shrunk it back into his sleeve, displaying a rather rude demeanor.

Yaoyue, who had reigned supreme in the martial arts world for over twenty years, was now disfigured by Hongxiu's sword. Hongxiu had come in a fit of rage, and every sword strike she wielded possessed earth-shattering power.

Instead of dodging, Ding An casually drew his sword. Was that supposed to be a parry? The experts present were all shocked and uncertain when they saw Ding An being so arrogant. They were all sweating bullets for him.

Yaoyue snorted coldly, and the sword light flew towards Ding'an's head.

suddenly!

A blast of scorching air rushed toward Yaoyue, and in an instant, a huge fire broke out.

Even the well-informed Rao Yaoyue was taken aback! She immediately withdrew her sword and abandoned her move, leaping back hastily.

Ding'an's strike was extremely fierce, enough to attack an enemy within a radius of about ten feet, with flames blazing, as if Zhu Rong were alive.

Everyone who saw this move gaped in astonishment.

Although there are sects like the Tang Clan and the Thunderbolt Hall in this world, they are skilled in firearms and thunderbolts, and their destructive power is not bad.

But they had never seen anyone split open a fireball nearly ten feet long!

This is no longer swordsmanship, this is magic!
With half her face covered in blood and gore, Yaoyue snarled, "Dead cripple!" In a flash, her clothes and hair fluttered as she rose into the air. With a thrust of her right hand, her long sword swept over Ding An like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

Ding An leaped into the air, and his crystal-clear dagger suddenly turned red. He raised the dagger and made a virtual slash, spinning like the wind, seemingly transforming into countless forms.

A series of clanging sounds rang out, and the loud noises kicked up countless snowflakes, which then scattered with a roar.

Suddenly, a long howl rang out.

Ding'an's face turned red, and flames rose all over his body, with raging fire.

He drew his sword and unleashed nine consecutive strikes, a dazzling display of blade light and fire that swept across the land.

This fiery energy is the full unleashing of the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" along the Yin-Yang Six Meridians, possessing the power to overwhelm even the most powerful and uproot mountains.

It is no exaggeration to call it the most powerful and domineering strike in the world!
Yaoyue roared furiously, but her short sword could not block every spark of fire. Sometimes she could only dodge and maneuver by changing her body shape.

Ding An soared like a bird, his attacks growing faster and faster, his roar shaking the heavens.

These two men, one arrogant and the other simple-minded, neither dodged nor avoided the fight, engaging in a head-on confrontation.

The "Remnant Flame Blade Technique" clashed with the "Bright Jade Divine Skill," exchanging blows and clashing swords, the sounds like the clanging of drums and chimes. The two exchanged over a hundred blows, each one delivered with their full strength.

Even with their combined skills, Ding'an and Yaoyue were sweating profusely. Despite their discomfort, they endured it with all their might, gritting their teeth and staring intently, determined to see who would succumb to the pain and die a horrible death!
The little beggar stood to the side, feeling somewhat helpless, but mostly anxious.

She pushed the "Bright Eyes Stance" to its limit, but still couldn't find the right moment to enter the fray. She could only make a plan when the two of them were exhausted.

Their martial arts skills are so formidable that either the East Wind prevails over the West Wind, or the West Wind prevails over the East Wind.

If anyone reveals even the slightest flaw, they will likely be subjected to a fierce and relentless attack from the other side before the little beggar even arrives, turning into a pile of mud!
Just then, a beam of sword light, carrying wind and snow, stirred up the clouds and swept over with a thunderous roar.

The little beggar spotted Shao Yang and Yan Nantian fighting inside at a glance.

Just then, Shao Yang burst into laughter: "Come on! Let's dance together!"

Yan Nantian laughed loudly; "Yaoyue, don't you want revenge? Then come with us!"

As they spoke, the sword light suddenly enveloped the three of them, followed by a continuous clanging sound.

Amidst the clanging of metal, the ultimate duel reached its climax.

(End of this chapter)