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

Chapter 14 Unparalleled Heroism (Seeking monthly votes during the new book period, please continue reading)

The white light was faster than lightning.

Jia Ting looked up and saw it, but it was too late to dodge.

Just then, Cao Tian suddenly shouted, "Watch out!" A great gust of wind blew as a sword was thrown at them.

With a "clang," the broken blade that had struck the object veered slightly to the side.

Jia Ting was able to catch his breath, and in a moment of haste, he twisted his waist and flipped over to avoid it.

In that brief moment of pause, Ren Shaoyang had vanished from sight.

The group searched everywhere, but found no footprints where the moonlight shone. Just as they were hesitating, they suddenly heard a voice from above.

"Hey, what are you looking for?"

At the top of the gate, Ren Shaoyang stood tall and imposing, the iron rod in his hand gleaming with a clear blue light, smiling as he looked at everyone.

Jia Ting said in a hoarse voice, "How did you manage to break through this move?"

Ren Shaoyang had his back to the moon, so his expression couldn't be seen. He simply said, "Is it difficult?"

Jia Ting's anger surged suddenly, and his goodwill towards the young man vanished instantly: "You, how could you break the 'Evil-Repelling Sword Technique'?"

Damn it? !
Is that dead eunuch using the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique?
No wonder I died so many times in the illusion!

Ren Shaoyang was inwardly turbulent, but he remained outwardly calm.

Maintain a high-class image.

"Oh? Is it the 'Evil-Repelling Sword Technique' from the Fuwei Escort Agency a hundred years ago?"

"You actually know this?" Jia Ting's facial muscles twitched. "For a country bumpkin like you to know such secrets of the martial arts world makes me even more curious about your identity."

"Boss!" Cao Tian stepped forward, his brows furrowed deeply. "This kid has the air of a traitor about him, we..."

Jia Ting waved his hand, and Cao Tian immediately shut his mouth.

He raised his voice and said, "Ren Shaoyang, I'm giving you one last chance. If you offer up the fragment of the supreme divine skill and join my sect, I will guarantee you fame and fortune." As he spoke, he licked his lips, "If you are still stubborn, hmph."

Pointing at Ren Shaoyang, he said, "You." Then he moved his finger inside the doorway, "Them!"

"Every single person at Dripping Cliff," Jia Ting waved his hand, "not a single one will be spared!"

Just then, the sound of dogs barking suddenly began outside, one, two... and soon all the dogs on the street were barking.

Then the sound of horses' hooves could be heard, growing louder as they approached. Dozens of riders galloped towards them, their iron hooves thundering on the yellow earth in the dead of night.

Listen more carefully, and you can hear countless dragging footsteps following the sound of hooves, clearly indicating that soldiers are following the cavalry.

The sounds of torches burning, mingled with the clanging of weapons and armor, and the shouts of maintaining formation were incessant.

Inside the courtyard, Xiang Qie and the others turned pale upon hearing this, and froze on the spot.

Jia Ting smiled slightly: "Kid, you choose which path to take."

Ren Shaoyang looked at the dark mass of soldiers on the field, roughly estimating at least a hundred, indicating that the entire street had been sealed off.

A dozen or so wind lamps were erected outside, shining back and forth on the roof ridge, and the shadows of the trees on the windows swayed constantly.

The young man's expression finally turned serious.

Cao Tian suddenly pointed forward with his spear: "Fuck your mother, answer me now, don't push your luck!"

"Okay." Ren Shaoyang took a deep breath and shouted, "Run!"

The roar was like thunder, and it seemed to shake half of the town.

Upon hearing this, Ding'an's expression changed drastically. He abruptly hoisted the little beggar onto his shoulder and said urgently to Xiang Qiezheng, "Master, let's go!"

Xiang Qie nodded vigorously and led them toward the secret passage. When they reached the entrance, he asked, "What should we do, Master Ren?"

Ding An calmly said, "Let's follow the plan and not hold him back. We'll look for him after we escape!"

"it is good!"

Everyone nodded in agreement and slipped into the secret passage.

Outside the gate, Lu Xiaochuan's expression also changed: "This is bad, they're trying to escape!"

"It seems there's no room for maneuver." Jia Ting shook his head and sighed, waving his hand. "Not a single one will be spared."

"Yes!"

A hundred or so people responded in unison, and then they saw a series of fire arrows shooting towards them.

At the same time, several dark figures rushed forward from the side, shouting: "Traitor, prepare to die!"

Without hesitation, Ren Shaoyang stomped and kicked, and with a "crash," bricks and tiles rained down on the dark figure.

Those men never expected him to react so quickly. They were shot all over the head and face, but they didn't even utter a sound. They rolled over and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the Lianfeng ship had been ignited by fire arrows, and the fire was burning fiercely.

Just as Ren Shaoyang was about to jump away, a whistle rang out from the sky.

Looking up, he was so frightened that he jumped up. In the pitch-black night sky, dozens of rockets were flying in with sharp whistles.

"Spicy cubes, Mommy's!"

Ren Shaoyang cursed and jumped into the courtyard. Just as he landed, a rain of arrows struck, making the gate bang loudly and flames leap up.

From afar, a loud, gruff voice shouted, "Charge! Charge in all at once!"

Several people around him echoed his call, then dozens shouted in unison, until finally the whole street was filled with shouts: "Charge in!"

"No matter life or death!"

"Don't let the traitor escape!"

Amidst the clamor, the sounds of footsteps, armor, and shouts outside the door, a mighty force surged in.

Cao Tian stared at the burning door and sneered, "You little brat! Let's see if you live or die this time!"

Just as he was grinning maliciously, he suddenly heard people exclaim in surprise. Cao Tian was startled and looked up. A dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and two large doors suddenly flew out, burning brightly, drawing a perfect arc from top to bottom.

With a loud bang, it struck the leading dozen or so soldiers, smashing them into a bloody pulp and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The people on both sides stopped in shock at the sight and hurried away, but before they had gone far, they were hit by another door, blood splattered, and they screamed loudly. They didn't die immediately, but lay on the ground screaming.

"You guys!" Ren Shaoyang roared, his voice soaring to the heavens and resounding through the clouds. He beckoned with his finger, "Come here!"

Lu Xiaochuan felt that the young man's howl was like a ghost, making his hair stand on end. He couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, thinking, "Damn it, how did such a monster come out of this godforsaken place?"

But then Ren Shaoyang spread his arms, and with the power of the Great Vajra infused into him, the iron rod, carrying a gust of wind, became as heavy as a mountain and pressed down on everyone's heads.

He should have been able to stop the crowd as soon as he pulled out the iron rod.

Unexpectedly, Jia Ting suddenly shouted, "Go!" and charged forward with Lu Xiaochuan and Cao Tian. Their swords were like ghosts, with only the light of the swords visible but no shadow.

With a clang, the iron rod and the three swords collided, sending sparks flying.

As soon as the four people made contact, they all exclaimed "Eh!" at the same time, and then each jumped back.

Ren Shaoyang felt the three men's internal energy was icy cold, drilling straight into his dantian. Fortunately, the Great Vajra's divine power was miraculous, and it dissolved completely in a turn, but he also lost the opportunity to pursue them.

Jia Ting and the other two found it even more unbearable, because when Ren Shaoyang smashed down, it was as if Mount Buzhou collapsed, with overwhelming force that made their arms feel like they were about to break and forced them to close their mouths and noses.

Just then, the soldiers circled around to both sides, brandishing their swords and shields to block his escape routes. Seven or eight spears emerged from the gaps between the shields, thrusting in from the left and right.

This change was swift and sharp; Ren Shaoyang had never witnessed the power of a regular army in the era of cold weapons.
Seeing the perilous situation, without thinking twice, he transformed into a "sparrow mother" pose in front of the spear, ducking and turning swiftly, but he was still grazed by the blade and spear, with large cuts on his chest and shoulder, burning with pain!
Just then, the swordsmen suddenly appeared like a whirlwind, slashing down one after another. Ren Shaoyang quickly transformed into a "half-lion human form," crouching down and wielding his iron skewer in a flurry of motion.

The group of swordsmen and shieldmen felt a flash of black light, their hands suddenly felt lighter, their lower bodies felt weak, and they were thrown several feet backward.

Upon seeing this from afar, Lu Xiaochuan broke out in a cold sweat. Ren Shaoyang bent down and wielded the fire stick, breaking shields, shattering swords, and severing waists in an instant. The speed and power were truly astonishing!

Standing there, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Jia Ting snorted coldly, leaped several feet, and in just a few leaps, he was behind Ren Shaoyang. Without making any big moves, his long sword had already pierced the young man's heart.

Ren Shaoyang felt a fierce sword wind coming from behind, so fierce that it almost made him vomit. However, he remained calm in the face of danger, transformed back into his human form, and suddenly kicked back with his right foot. This kick went straight to his shoulder and hit the sword blade.

With a clang, the sword tip veered off course, but still managed to sever his shoulder blade, the wound reaching the bone, and blood splattered everywhere.

However, Jia Ting was also shaken by the Great Vajra's divine power, causing his tiger's mouth to crack and him to lose his grip on the sword. He was instantly sent flying.

Ignoring his injuries, Ren Shaoyang rolled on the spot in the "Divine Fish Form" and got up to throw a punch in the "Longevity Form"!
Jia Ting's longsword flew away, and he lost most of his skills. This punch was incredibly powerful and had the force of a mountain collapsing. How could he possibly block it?
With a loud "crack," Jia Ting screamed and flew backward.

"Big boss!"

"Up to the peak!"

"Father-in-law!"

Upon seeing this, Lu Xiaochuan, Cao Tian, ​​and all the other guards cried out in alarm.

When the soldiers saw Jia Ting fall to the ground like a tattered sack, writhe a few times, and then vomit blood and die, their eyes turned red, and they all rushed towards Ren Shaoyang, who was kneeling on the ground.

In an instant, spear shadows filled the sky, and longswords danced wildly. Ren Shaoyang was caught off guard and almost got stabbed by a spear again.

Ren Shaoyang was also exhausted at this moment. This round of events had depleted his strength. Otherwise, he would not have fallen into such a predicament.

Seeing the soldiers approaching again, he cursed under his breath and quickly rolled on the ground in the "Divine Fish Form".

This roll sent him tumbling over several dozen feet, leaving a trail of blood, yet he somehow managed to escape the encirclement.

Cao Tian roared, "Fire the arrows! Fire the damn arrows now!"

With a whoosh, another volley of arrows flew in. Ren Shaoyang shouted, grabbed two corpses, and wielded them with deadly skill. He fired two volleys, the corpses riddled with arrows like hedgehogs, but he remained unharmed.

Upon seeing this, everyone stared wide-eyed. Even Cao Tian and Lu Xiaochuan, seasoned veterans, couldn't help but tremble in their voices: "This man is truly remarkable, no less so than General Chang Yuchun from the time of Emperor Taizu!"

But the next second, Ren Shaoyang threw the corpse away and ran away, getting further and further away.

Cao Tian shouted, "Arrow!"

A servant handed him a quiver, and Cao Tian drew his bow and nocked an arrow with extremely clean and swift movements, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. He drew the ox-tendon iron bow perfectly.

With a loud bang!
The arrow shot out with a whoosh and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

A muffled groan was heard, followed by Ren Shaoyang's voice: "Damn, that's awesome!"

Then the figures vanished.

The scene was deathly silent. A hundred soldiers surrounded the enemy, and three top experts from the Eastern Depot attacked them. Bows, crossbows, swords, spears, and battle formations were all deployed.

However, this young man used a fire poker to kill the chief commander Jia Ting, seriously injure Cao Tian, ​​and kill a third of the soldiers.

In the end, he still managed to escape!

After a while, Cao Tian suddenly roared, "Kill! Kill them all! Hunt down Ren Shaoyang! Get all the Imperial Guards and agents in the Northwest moving!"

"Slaughter every single one of them at Dripping Water Cliff!" Lu Xiaochuan said coldly. "Put the blame on Ren Shaoyang. I want him to cut himself off from the martial world, so that his cries for help will go unanswered!"

As they spoke, the soldiers rushed toward the surrounding houses, their footsteps echoing like thunder on the ground.

Soon after, the sounds of doors being broken down, residents wailing, screaming, and roaring rose and fell. The dozen or so death lanterns that had been erected were now inexplicably silent.

It's gone.
The yellow sand stretches for thousands of miles, and the wind rages like a knife.

On a continuous mountain range, as if cleaved in two by a giant axe, a dry river valley stretches into the distance.

This place is the only way to cross the desert from Longmen to the west.

On a high cliff on one side, a large group of people stood dressed in black robes with gold trim. Although their clothes were beautiful and out of place in the desert, they had a fierce and menacing aura about them, making them even more frightening than the swordsmen of the Northwest.

In the center sits a huanghuali official's hat chair, wearing a white robe with a giant python and pipa sleeves, a black cloak with gold thread trim, eyebrows that fly straight up to his temples, a full head of silver hair, and a face as white as snow. He looks delicate, but he has an imposing presence without anger, and his spirit is clear and intelligent.

Holding a sheet of paper in one hand, he exhaled and sneered, "As the saying goes, 'hawks and hounds are hawks and hounds,' I want you to be a hawk, not a hound!"

On this page, it was clearly written that the head of the gang, Jia Ting, had died at Dripping Cliff, and that the entire town had been slaughtered. It also included a portrait of Ren Shaoyang and information about his weapons and martial arts skills.

"Your Excellency, now that the information has spread, should we send troops to assist Lu Xiaochuan and his men in capturing Ren Shaoyang?"

The white-haired eunuch, Cao Shaoqin, who was the current head of the Eastern Depot and second only to the emperor, waved his hand lazily.

"What I want, I will get. Compared to the treasure beneath Longmen," Governor Cao sneered, "what is Ren Shaoyang? What is a fool like Jia Ting?"

Even the most powerful techniques are nothing more than minor skills!

He fixed his gaze on the attendant before him: "Remember this: anyone who dares to disturb this Grand Eunuch's quest for treasure will be killed, whether they are human or Buddha!"

"Yes!"

Just then, a lone man and a horse emerged from below the cliff and galloped toward the Dragon Gate.

"Your Excellency, the traitor Zhou Huai'an has arrived!"

Cao Shaoqin's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he could clearly see Zhou Huai'an's face below the cliff, even his subtle expressions.

"Fire arrows to force them to reposition!"

"Yes!" the attendant replied in a low voice, then took out a whistling arrow from his pocket and blew it with all his might.

"Hey~!"

The sound was melodious and soaring, startling Zhou Huai'an below the cliff, whose expression changed drastically.

Dozens of men in black robes suddenly emerged from both sides of the high cliff. Each of them had a fierce expression. They raised their iron bows and shot them with a bang. Instantly, arrows flew like rain, whistling as they flew towards them.

Seeing this, Zhou Huai'an shouted loudly, rolled on the spot, and hid behind a protruding rock.

The horse neighed, and as the rain of arrows fell, the chestnut horse was already riddled with thorns.

Just then, dozens more arrows came from both sides, hitting the stones with a loud thud and sending stone chips flying everywhere. Zhou Huai'an huddled into a ball, and luckily, he was not hit by any more arrows.

Finally, taking advantage of the brief moment when the black-robed giant was changing arrows, Zhou Huai'an pulled an iron umbrella from the basket on his back and opened it with a whoosh.

A man with an umbrella braved a hail of arrows, like a cloak cutting through waves, deflecting countless piercing arrows as he charged straight toward the Dragon Gate, his momentum unstoppable and his strength extraordinary.

He rushed forward for dozens of feet, then suddenly the rain of arrows stopped. Zhou Huai'an felt a sudden stillness in the world, and feeling uneasy, he looked up.

But ten feet away, a tall, white-haired man stood with his hands behind his back.

Cao Shaoqin!
When did he come?
Zhou Huai'an's eyes narrowed slightly, his muscles tensed, and his heart sank.

Cao Dugong's eyes flashed with a sudden light, like autumn waters emerging from a box, but he said casually, "Zhou Huai'an, you've reached the end of your road in life."

Upon hearing this, an overwhelming killing intent swept over them, causing Zhou Huai'an's expression to change drastically.

"How come this dog castration skill is so much better than it was in the capital?"

"look!"

Cao Shaoqin smiled slightly, pointed his halberd at the sky, and said gently yet domineeringly, "Your omen of death is shining brightly!"

(End of this chapter)