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Chapter 265 Finally fooled

The moon was now higher, the peach blossoms were sparse, and the moonlight shone in, making it look like a ground covered in shattered silver.

"Hmph! You little brat, you're asking for it!"

Qiang Wangsheng felt his anger intensify, and he flew into a rage, swinging the one-legged bronze figure toward Ren Shaoyang's forehead.

This greatly surprised Nian Liandan and the others.

Their plan to besiege Ren Shaoyang was to first force him into a weakness, and then strike swiftly to kill him at minimal cost.

Unexpectedly, Ren Shaoyang's simple step forward turned the tide of events, causing them to become agitated. Among them, Qiang Wangsheng, who had the worst temper, couldn't hold back any longer and made the first move.

Instead, it broke their own siege strategy.

"Damn it, what a piece of trash!" Nian Liandan cursed inwardly, filled with intense hatred for Qiang Wangsheng.

Over here, the one-legged bronze figure whistled in the wind, lifting the corner of Ren Shaoyang's clothes.

Ren Shaoyang remained unperturbed, slightly twisting his body, causing his attack to miss its mark. The bronze figure whizzed past him, grazing his chest.

Qiang Wangsheng's heart sank. He mustered his strength and spun around, aiming for Ren Shaoyang's head.

This move is very comprehensive, and with its spinning acceleration, it is as fast as lightning. When it is released, the peach blossoms in front of you fly up in a whoosh.

But Ren Shaoyang glanced sideways, unhurried, his body following the bronze figure's turn, bending into a huge arc like a willow in a raging wind.

But Ren Shaoyang's long hair fluttered and his sleeves billowed as the bronze statue of Qiangwangsheng brushed past his forehead, missing him by a fraction of an inch, and not even touching a strand of his hair.

Qiang Wangsheng's attacks repeatedly missed, as if he were in a nightmare. His face turned red with anger, and he shouted loudly. The one-legged bronze man slashed down fiercely like a bird's wings paddling across the water.

"It's boring."

Ren Shaoyang sighed softly, flicked his wrist left and right, making a "clanging" sound.

Qiang Wangsheng was struggling to cleave down when suddenly a sword light pierced in from the side, twisting and flicking, aiming for his throat.

This was extremely sudden, and the move was extremely vicious.

"what!"

Qiang Wangsheng was taken aback and quickly raised the bronze figure to block.

With a hissing sound.

The sword light licked the bronze man's neck, then, without diminishing its momentum, it casually curved upwards and sprang towards his eyes.

Qiang Wangsheng was shocked and quickly used his hands to block. He was wearing an iron wrist guard, which he intended to use to resist the divine sword that captures the dragon.

But then Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, and with a flick of his longsword, he twisted it, like branches trembling in the wind and snow.

There was another "hiss" sound.

Seeing the sword flash by, Qiang Wangsheng quickly retreated and shouted, "This kid's swordsmanship is amazing, come and help me!"

But then, he suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, followed by a red flash before his eyes, and he could no longer hear the exclamations of the crowd.

In the eyes of Nian Liandan and the others, the head of the bronze figure in Qiang Wangsheng's hand first fell off with a "clang".

Immediately afterwards, his fingers, palms, and wrists were smashed to pieces on the ground, as if they had been chopped into minced meat.

Then, Qiang Wangsheng's eyes quickly became bloodshot, like two rubies. With a "poof," his eyes burst open, and he screamed in agony, fell backward, and died!

Zhan Yu's lips twitched as he gripped the spear-shovel tightly: "What terrifying swordsmanship!"

"First, cut off the bronze statue's head, then shred its hands, and finally strike Qiang Wangsheng's acupoint to make him die from his eyes popping out." Nian Liandan's face was ashen. "Destroying weapons and killing people all in one sword strike, it's truly terrifying."

Shi Zhongtian swallowed hard and said, "Is this the most ingenious sword in the world, the 'Flowing Wine Sword'?"

Ren Shaoyang held up his sword, gently blew off the droplets of blood, and said calmly, "Exactly!"

What a fucking show-off!

The overwhelming smell of blood calmed many people down.

Is this person injured?

Does he look injured?
Looking at Ren Shaoyang, who stood there with his sword in hand, and then at Qiang Wangsheng's corpse on the ground, everyone's eyes showed an extremely serious expression.

It's important to know that Qiang Wangsheng is not just some random passerby.

He and "Bald Eagle" Chi Di were ranked among the eight greatest martial arts masters of Mongolia. When escorting Emperor Yuan Shundi during his escape, he fought his way through the Central Plains heroes led by "Ghost King" Xu Ruowu, and became a dominant figure who reigned supreme in the martial arts world for twenty years!
His one-legged bronze figure weighed four hundred pounds and was known for its unstoppable force; few in the martial world dared to challenge its might.

But now, facing Ren Shaoyang, he was struck in the vital point with a single sword strike, his eyes exploding in a gruesome death. Everyone who looked at Ren Shaoyang now felt a surge of fear.
"Even when injured, Ren Jianshen is still terrifying!"

For a moment, they looked at each other in bewilderment, but no one dared to rush forward.

They just didn't dare to charge, and were afraid that Ren Shaoyang would escape.

At this moment, Shi Zhongtian stepped forward, looked at Ren Jianshen's feet, and sneered, "Ren Shaoyang, why aren't you moving an inch?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "I'm lazy. Why use ten times the effort when I can solve it with one?"

"Easy?" Shi Zhongtian laughed. "I bet you're just too scared to move!"

Ren Shaoyang, gripping the sword, sneered, "Hmm, you're right." Shi Zhongtian's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he shouted, "I knew I was right! You've been suppressing your injuries and haven't dared to use your full strength!"

"Hahaha!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, flicked his sword lightly, and said coldly, "What are you waiting for?"

Hearing him say that, Shi Zhongtian and Zhan Yu both looked at Nian Liandan.

As a grandmaster from beyond the realm and the leader of this attack on the Dual Cultivation Mansion, everyone was watching his performance.

Nian Liandan smiled slightly: "Heh, Brother Shi, Brother Zhan, don't listen to his nonsense. Come with me and kill him!"

Just then, footsteps were heard, and dozens of burly men dressed in black ran into the garden. They were all highly skilled and full of vigor.

Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang's expression shifted slightly.

"He definitely has a problem!"

Seeing this, Nian Liandan became even more certain of Shi Zhongtian's guess.

Although the white-robed man opposite him still possessed formidable swordsmanship, he needed to constantly suppress his injuries. He was lucky if he could use even 50% or 60% of his invincible skills!
Nian Liandan kissed the cheeks of the two concubines, laughed heartily, and took a heavy sword from one of them, hoisted it onto her shoulder, and walked out leisurely.

The sword was pitch black and had no scabbard, but judging from Hua Fei's strained expression, one could tell that this heavy black iron sword must be incredibly heavy.

The fact that Nian Liandan, a carefree and unrestrained figure, could wield such a heavy sword is surely due to some clever strategy. Everyone assumed he would follow a more agile and nimble style of martial arts, but they never expected his swordsmanship to be so domineering and fierce. As a result, it always proved to be incredibly effective in their encounters.

As Nian Liandan took a step forward, the entire mansion shook slightly when his foot touched the ground.

This is, of course, an illusion.

It is not the government office that is shaking, but the hearts of the viewers.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, his contemptuous smile vanishing, replaced by a serious expression, and he even paused slightly.

This pause filled Nian Liandan with immense joy. His "Flower Soul Immortal Technique" was most adept at influencing the surrounding environment and causing opponents to reveal weaknesses. Seeing Ren Shaoyang's pause, he immediately shouted loudly.

"Take action!"

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword was raised from his shoulder, now pointing straight forward. He leaned forward and shot out like a cannonball, becoming one with the sword, thrusting towards Ren Shaoyang.

At the same time, Zhan Yu roared and brandished his spear and shovel, transforming into an angry dragon that lunged upwards.

Shi Zhongtian then strode forward and patted the scabbard on his back.

"Canglang!"

The sword in the stone was once again drawn from its sheath, soaring into the sky like a pool of autumn water, reflecting the soft moonlight.

"Ren Shaoyang!" Shi Zhongtian leaped with all his might, jumping ten feet high, gripping his sword with both hands and slashing down with all his might, "Pay back my sister's life!"

At that moment, powerful energy surged from the sky and the ground, overwhelming Ren Shaoyang like a tidal wave.

Ever since they learned that his serious injuries had not yet healed, Nian Liandan and the others wanted to take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Finally, you've fallen for it." Before he finished speaking, his body sank down onto Nian Liandan's Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

In an instant, his back was almost touching the ground.

Nian Liandan never expected that his sword strike would miss its mark, and his heart skipped a beat. In an instant, he understood: how could his opponent, who clearly possessed such formidable spiritual cultivation, be affected by his "Flower Soul Immortal Technique"?
That pause just now was clearly just an act to lure him into making a move.

The reason Ren Shaoyang didn't move just now was to mislead everyone into thinking he was truly suppressing his injuries. This caused them to lose their composure and falter!
Ren Shaoyang dodged the sword, and with a light laugh, his body seemed to be equipped with a spring, and he sprang up several feet, floating like a cloud.

Then Ren Shaoyang moved like a fish or dragon, twisting and turning in mid-air, seemingly falling and rising again, so fast that it was impossible to see the changes.

With a flick of his wrist, a streak of azure light traced an arc, the sword's sharpness revealed amidst its fleeting movements, like a blooming epiphyllum flower, appearing and disappearing in an instant, leaving the onlookers mesmerized.

"Ugh!"

"Dang Dang!"

Ren Shaoyang and the others passed each other when a short scream was heard, followed by two metallic clangs.

Zhan Yu, holding a broken spear and a broken shovel in each hand, flew backward and split into two halves in mid-air.

Hot blood spurted out, splashing all over the faces and heads of the people behind him.

Similarly, the moment the Divine Sword Captures the Dragon and the Sword in the Stone clashed, the tip of this world-renowned divine weapon also flew off.

Shi Zhongtian let out a blood-curdling scream as he was slammed into a tree, causing a shower of peach blossoms to fall.

A figure flashed by.

Ren Shaoyang landed on the ground, his face flushed and his steps unsteady.

"Ren Shaoyang, I want you dead!"

"Ah! My sword, my sword in the stone!"

Nian Liandan and Shi Zhongqi were furious and howled loudly as they rushed towards him.

(End of this chapter)