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

Chapter 232 The Echoes of Heaven, the Heartbreaking Arrow

Yuan Shisanxian always had lofty aspirations.

He wanted to become the number one martial artist, then the number one scholar in the Hanlin Academy, and perhaps even the number one person in the world.
But his dream was too grand, and he wanted too much.

So he hasn't achieved any of his dreams yet.

If the first wish is not fulfilled, the second and third wishes will be like a mirage.

In fact, what Yuan Shisanxian lacked was not talent, but the ability to reflect.

If he had changed his first wish to become a top-tier martial arts master, he would have been one long ago.

He was even one of the top experts among the top.

As the saying goes, contentment brings happiness.

He was so upset because he was never satisfied, and he was extremely jealous and resentful of Zhuge Zhengwo.

It even became a mental demon.

So when that barking sound comes—it's actually a sudden whistle emanating from a movement.

The sound wasn't loud, but it deeply stimulated him and dealt him a heavy blow.

Zhuge Zhengwo appeared at Sweet Mountain!

Suddenly, he was like a tiger released from its cage, exuding a terrifying, intimidating, and deadly power.

Yuan Shisanxian roared like thunder: "I'll kill you first, then I'll kill Zhuge!"

At this moment, the golden body of Bodhidharma emitted a faint golden light and a strong stench, and half of its face came to life, displaying expressions.

Without saying a word, Yuan Shisanxian threw a punch right in front of him.

"Hate to the Extreme Fist"!
Like a meteorite falling from the sky, it forced the dust on the ground to scatter in all directions, like a waterfall hanging upside down.

At this moment, a strong wind swept across the land, its sound shaking the vast wilderness.

Ren Shaoyang stood tall and imposing, his handsome face reflecting the moonlight, radiant with light. He pointed diagonally downwards, like a pool of blue flames pouring into the vast night.

Suddenly, the white-robed man flicked his wrist, and a flash of sword light appeared, like a startled dragon soaring through the night sky.

In an instant, a series of clanging sounds rang out, sand and stones flew across the field, lightning flashed, and the ground beneath our feet sank and churned into countless specks of dust.

Sword energy and fist wind intertwined, stirring up gusts of dust.

Zen Master Lao Lin gazed at the two figures, one white and one gold, in the arena. Their movements were as swift as lightning, incredibly fast. He exclaimed "Eh!" and turned to look at Layman Tianyi.

"Old Xu, did you hear that?"

"A sound?" Tianyi Jushi frowned and listened carefully.

After a while, he and the Weaver Girl exchanged a glance and said in unison, "We heard it!"

The Weaver Girl exclaimed incredulously, "How could there be such a tremendous noise?"

Even the old Zen Master Lin couldn't help but nod and say, "The clear, resonant sound of the bell is continuous and dense. It alternates and flows, moving left and right. What a precise and disciplined sound of bells and chimes!"

The hermit in celestial robes listened intently and couldn't help but join in, reciting in a leisurely voice: "How dare I, a humble servant, trouble the Emperor's wisdom in the Nine Heavens? The Emperor's heart is compassionate, and his understanding is profound. He has graced this table with his presence, and the Emperor's spirits are radiant and his presence is gracious. Though I am foolish and ignorant, I am filled with joy, for I am the beloved ancestor of my descendants. I pour clear wine into the cup, and look up to his supreme virtue and profound achievements."

"Hahaha!" Old Zen Master Lin pointed at Layman Tianyi and laughed, "Old Xu, you usually despise this kind of flattering praise, why are you reciting it now?"

"What's the matter?"

The Hermit in Heavenly Robes didn't take it to heart. Instead, he stroked his beard and said leisurely, "The Sword God uses his sword to create the sound of bells and chimes without any deliberate effort, yet it possesses an elegant and graceful air. Not to mention that the sword's sound resonates with the sounds of mountains and rivers, causing a great echo in the heavens and earth. It is truly amazing! I am as sweet as fine wine, intoxicated without even drinking. What's a few words of flattery?"

"Indeed," sighed the old Zen Master Lin, "Now that I have seen these two, I finally understand what it means to have skill approaching the Dao, to be able to do whatever one pleases!"

At this moment, the clashing of swords, the thud of fists and feet, the sound of the wind, and even the exclamations of Tianyi Jushi and others, as well as the rustling of leaves, were all unified by Ren Shaoyang with the long sword in his hand.

It was as if they were playing a very rhythmic piece of music together.

Ren Shaoyang listened intently with both ears, sensed freely with his body, and used his long sword to explore the intermittent, faint, and seemingly nonexistent sensations of Yin and Yang, Feng Shui, true Qi, and blood.

Finally, he focused his mind, eliminated all distractions, and transformed all of this into real supernatural power.

In an instant, I entered a mysterious realm.

Ren Shaoyang, clad in white robes, wielded his long sword with graceful movements, each strike precise and calculated, every movement elegant and graceful, perfectly in sync with the times.

At this moment, where the sword was pointed, Yuan Shisanxian could only see blue light flickering, its source unknown, dazzling and confusing. What was even more deadly was that the blood and qi in his body were unstable, flowing in all directions and difficult to control.

Beset by internal and external troubles, it was difficult to attend to both at the same time.

Enraged, Yuan Shisanxian shouted, "What kind of ghostly sword technique is this?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, "It's heavenly music."

As he spoke, Yuan Shisanxian's left shoulder, right side, and back made a crackling sound as his golden body shattered and blood spurted out.

As Yuan Shisanxian was injured by the longsword, his meridians vibrated and his dantian boiled. The true qi that he had finally managed to gather suddenly surged wildly everywhere. This damage and erosion caused him to stiffen up in waves.

He was then stabbed several more times by Ren Shaoyang.

Yuan Shisanxian was covered in blood, and he roared in anger, then somersaulted backward.

Unexpectedly, Ren Shaoyang, having tasted the sweetness of it, subtly grasped the secret of using "Heavenly Melody" to stir up his opponent's blood, heartbeat, and true energy.

Yuan Shisan was seven or eight zhang away, but he was still within the entire range of "Heavenly Sounds".

Ren Shaoyang immediately thrust out his sword several times, and the sound of the blades clanging rang out.

At first, it flowed like a gentle stream, but gradually spread out, reaching far and wide across the vast square, stretching freely and boundlessly like an endless ocean.

Before Yuan Shisanxian could even land, everything went black, his body stiffened, and several muffled groans escaped his lips. He had been stabbed in the chest, abdomen, and thigh, and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing out.

At this moment, the chirping of birds and the buzzing of cicadas that once filled the night, along with the sound of the sword, gradually subsided.

Everyone, even the entire mountain range.

All of this rose and fell with the sound of Ren Shaoyang's sword.

Everything seemed still, yet it wasn't truly still.

If silence is to be found, a faint sword cry, like a wisp of silk, lingers and never ceases.

If one speaks of something not quiet, its clear, resonant tone extinguishes the fire in one's heart and dispels all worldly concerns.

The Hermit in Heavenly Robes and the Old Zen Master Lin exchanged glances, utterly astonished that this young man had reached a level where his every move could influence heaven and earth. Such supernatural powers were truly unbelievable. At this point, Ren Shaoyang had initially integrated the three techniques of "Sharp Ears," "Sharp Eyes," and "Compassionate Mind" with his own divine skills such as "Emperor's Qi Observation Technique," "Sword Radiance," and "Kunlun Three Yuan Sword," driving them with the formless method of his fundamental divine skill—"Great Vajra Divine Power."

It can be large or small, existent or nonexistent, entering the realm of formless and taking form as its essence. Therefore, once a sword is drawn, it possesses the magical power to control all things.

"Uh-huh~!"

Yuan Shisanxian suddenly stood up, looking as if he were drunk. He staggered, his face was as red as blood, and he had more than a dozen wounds all over his body. The wounds were so deep that the bone was visible, and he was covered in blood. He was almost a blood-soaked man!
"Hahahahaha~!"

Suddenly, Yuan Shisanxian twisted his body violently, blood streaming down his face, and laughed loudly!

Ren Shaoyang had already sheathed his longsword, and countless fine sword threads slowly spread out, hanging down to the ground.

He said calmly, "You should have three things to say."

Yuan Shisanxian grinned maliciously: "Yes!"

"This is the first sentence."

Yuan Shisanxian shook his head: "You should chop my head off!"

"Hmm, the second sentence."

Yuan Shisan lowered his gaze, gently rubbing his ten fingers together as he grinned and said, "Guess what I'm going to do?"

Ren Shaoyang's expression changed, and he suddenly rushed into the temple.

He wasn't hiding; he was saving!

"It's too late!"

Yuan Shisanxian laughed heartily, his right hand suddenly appearing and disappearing from his sleeve, revealing a delicate and simple crossbow in his hand. Holding the crossbow in his right hand, two small, bluish-black arrows leaped from the quiver at his back waist and landed in his left hand.

The next thing I did was draw the bow and nock the arrow.

shoot!
Who to shoot?

Shoot Ren Shaoyang?

No!

He shot at the Hermit in Heavenly Robes!

They might even be targeting him and the Weaver Girl, planning to kill two birds with one stone!
The unique skill he used was unparalleled in the world, relentless and fearsome, inspiring terror in all who heard of it.

A sad little arrow.

While Yuan Shisanxian's thirteen unique skills and seventy-seven extraordinary techniques are indeed wondrous, they are still understandable and comprehensible.

That "Heartbreak Arrow" is an absolute supernatural treasure, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. It seems to have become a rule, transcending the mundane world, and can no longer be considered within the realm of martial arts.

At this moment, he simply raised his bow and shot an arrow; there was no earth-shattering power or extraordinary scene.

The bowstring has been straightened, but the arrow is nowhere to be seen.

But under the bright moonlight, above the dark night sky, a streak of dazzling sparks seemed to flash and then disappear.

At the same time, a white shadow, like a wisp of smoke, shot into the temple, racing against the dazzling sparks.

Tianyi Jushi slightly raised his head and saw the large hole in the roof that the Weaver Girl had smashed.

The moonlight shone softly, casting a silvery glow.

Then, a small, dark blue arrow fell from the sky and suddenly appeared through the large hole in the roof.

Accompanied by moonlight, carrying a mysterious and dreamlike aura.

Like ripples on water, at first glance it was still in the sky, but then the arrow twisted.

The next moment, it was already right above Tianyi Jushi's head!
"Smile!"

The Weaver Girl cried out and lunged forward to push the Celestial Hermit away.

But at this moment, the Celestial Hermit stood as still as a rock. He knew that the Weaver Girl had pushed him away, and she would be the next to be hit by the arrow.

She's going to die in my place!
Tianyi Jushi would never let her do that, after all, she was his wife whom he had finally seen again after decades, and the person he loved most in the world besides Wang Xiaoshi.

How could he bear to let her die?
Of course, the hermit in heavenly robes would not submit to being killed. He shouted at the old Zen master, "Quickly, strike me with your palm!"

Old Lin was stunned, not understanding what was going on, but seeing the expression on Tianyi Jushi's face, he quickly struck out with a palm.

Tianyi Jushi struck with his palms, then suddenly braced himself with both hands, causing the surrounding rocks to leap up and his aura to shift like wind and clouds.

It turned out that he had just used the "Heavenly Garment Divine Skill" to forcefully break through the barrier, and with the help of Old Lin's palm strike, his meridians were opened, and his internal strength was temporarily restored.

Just as the arrow was about to strike, the Celestial Hermit used his inner energy to deflect it three feet away, keeping it suspended in mid-air, and the two were locked in a stalemate.

"You accepted it?"

The old monk and the Weaver Girl were both thrilled and overjoyed.

Such an astonishing arrow was actually caught by the Heavenly Robe Hermit, who was not known for his martial arts skills.

"Drink!"

Tianyi Jushi's facial features were contorted, he gritted his teeth until they bled, and suddenly pushed with both hands!
"Whoosh!"

The arrow twisted sharply and crashed into the wall of the old Lin Temple.

With a loud crash, the temple wall swayed precariously like a drunken giant, rafters rattled and tiles fell, and finally collapsed completely.

During the earlier battle between Ren Shaoyang and Yuan Shisanxian, sword energy crisscrossed the area, and Tianyi Jushi had secretly used the sword energy to loosen and crack the foundation of the temple.

Now, with just one impact from the arrow, the temple collapsed with a deafening roar.

The Heavenly Clothes Hermit and his companions remained motionless, standing right where the Weaver Girl had fallen and smashed open the roof, completely unaffected!
The reason he did this was to set up a formation.

What kind of formation was it set up?

The temple collapsed, its tiles crumbled, its pillars collapsed, its walls crumbled, and its rafters broke, all falling down and turning into ruins.

But suddenly the energy of heaven and earth changed, and the surrounding smoke and dust swirled up the ruins and tiles, forming a wall of energy.

They actually formed a battle formation.

This is the "scene-killer" formation!
(End of this chapter)