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

Chapter 42 Each Using Their Own Methods
Is this the Blood Saber Ancestor or his mother, the Blood God Child?

The scene of emerging from human skin and slowly unfolding its form is truly somewhat cultish.

This is nothing like Jin Yong's style; it's clearly a perverted bookworm!

"As expected, none of the villains mentioned by the cheat system are good people!"

After thinking for a moment, Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "Ancestor Blood Blade, I also really want to see you."

"Oh?" Blood Blade Ancestor smiled slightly. "So you killed Treasure Elephant just to find me?" As he spoke, he quietly took two steps forward.

"No!" Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "I came here under the pretext of finding you, but I really want to kill him."

Seeing that his stance was impeccable, blocking the two beggars without revealing any flaws, the Blood Blade Ancestor sighed softly.

"With your ruthlessness, you are fit to become my disciple and will surely be the most beloved disciple of the Ancestor."

"If you want to fight, then fight." Seeing that he had taken a few more steps, Ren Shaoyang held the iron rod horizontally to his chest. "What's the point of saying all this nonsense?"

"Truly astonishing skill!" Blood Blade Ancestor clapped his hands and laughed, "I changed positions seven or eight times, but you defended against me flawlessly."

Ren Shaoyang smiled but remained silent.

Blood Saber Ancestor frowned and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "The way you sneak around doesn't seem like that of a Tantric monk."

Blood Saber Ancestor said, "You're blind! This is the true essence of Tantric Buddhism. What do you think it is?"

"Is that so?" Ren Shaoyang smiled and said casually, "If you hadn't said so, I would have thought he was of Japanese pirate blood."

"Japanese pirates?! That's a really foul insult!" Blood Blade Ancestor's old eyes widened and he shouted coldly, "You're courting death!"

The blood-red blade flashed like a bolt of cold lightning.

This move is swift and unpredictable, seamless and effortless, demonstrating remarkable freedom and spontaneity.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly felt a strong smell of blood all around him, and the wind howled like ghosts in his ears, making him dizzy in an instant.

"Is this your swordsmanship?"

Ren Shaoyang shouted, used an iron rod to deflect the blood-stained knife, and then punched him on the head with his other hand.

Blood Saber Ancestor was already shocked to see his precious saber blocked. Seeing the fierce fist, he knew that as long as it was within a foot of him, the force could penetrate his brain from a distance and turn his brain into tofu!

He immediately activated his divine power, moving like a gentle breeze, and used the momentum to retreat more than ten feet, his face grim: "I actually underestimated you!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You underestimate a lot."

Even so, he still felt a sense of awe.

He had clearly made solid contact with the old monk just now, but when the old monk used his internal energy, he felt no resistance at all.

Like Wing Chun's "Listening to the Bridge," once the body can sense changes in its own strength, it's like a fish sensing changes in the ripples in the water and naturally dodging the large hand that tries to catch it.

"Is this the skill he gleaned from the 'Hear-Awareness Technique'?" Ren Shaoyang wondered. "Like Cao Shaoqin, his skill level isn't particularly high, but it's as if he's mastered supernatural powers, greatly increasing his lethality."

The Blood Blade Ancestor seemed to have heard his thoughts and let out a strange laugh: "With the Wind Vein by my side, where in the world can't I go?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned: "Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue in the wind?"

Blood Blade Ancestor chuckled, just as he was about to speak.

Suddenly, the old martial arts master surnamed Li clasped his hands and said, "The two masters' skills are truly extraordinary, which has broadened my horizons. However, I am cooking at home and will not have the fortune to watch any longer. I will take my leave now."

As he spoke, the crowd behind him responded and prepared to leave.

Blood Blade Ancestor sighed and looked at Ren Shaoyang with a helpless expression.

"Are these people out of their minds? Why can't they just stay quiet? Why do they have to act like this and leave a loophole?"

Ren Shaoyang shrugged: "Don't look at me like that, it's not like that in the North."

Blood Blade Ancestor sneered, "I hate being interrupted when I'm speaking!"

The elderly man surnamed Li and the people behind him suddenly felt a tightness in their hearts, a chill ran through their bodies, and they froze.

Suddenly, a sea of ​​blood-red blades appeared before my eyes. With a gentle swirl, the blade energy flashed through the air, and a red curtain seemed to appear out of thin air in the hall, swaying in the wind.

A silence fell over the hall, the wind howling mournfully like a wail.

"Uh~!"

The elderly man surnamed Li and the others covered their necks with their hands, but they could not stop the blood from seeping out from between their fingers. They made a gurgling sound in their throats, their facial muscles were contorted, and their eyes were filled with fear.

"That was satisfying! That was satisfying!" Blood Blade Ancestor laughed heartily. "I love killing these stupid piglets the most."

Ren Shaoyang tilted his head: "Like the Flying Dragon?"

The Blood Blade Ancestor's smile vanished, his eyes hardened, and he gracefully ascended, his blood blade moving with lightning speed, unleashing a hundred swift strikes.

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, his feet moving with unpredictable steps, his iron rod always striking the opponent's vitals from unexpected angles.

In an instant, two figures, one black and one red, leaped high and crouched low, their movements like two gusts of evil wind entwining each other.

Ding'an was a little confused.

But Hongxiu could see clearly that among the two, Blood Saber Ancestor was at a disadvantage in strength, so he used his saber to fight erratically, targeting the lower body, and even wanted to take the opportunity to rush out and attack her and Ding'an.

Ren Shaoyang followed closely behind, but his pace couldn't match that of the old monk. Moreover, the Blood Saber Ancestor would sneakily poke at his groin whenever he took a breath, so he couldn't subdue him in a short time.

Ren Shaoyang cursed as he hit him: "You hyena-like thing, you not only demolished the ancestral hall, but you also tried to stab my soul gate?"

Blood Saber Ancestor laughed, "The beauty of this place is beyond your comprehension!"

The two fought quickly, exchanging insults incessantly.

The black and red shadows formed by the iron rod and the blood knife flew back and forth, like a black dragon fighting a blood dragon. Sometimes they collided in mid-air, sometimes they entangled and twisted, and sparks flew everywhere.

With another loud "bang," the two figures reappeared.

Ren Shaoyang took two steps back, staring intently with the iron rod held horizontally. Meanwhile, the Blood Blade Ancestor flew back three zhang, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

After catching his breath, the old monk chuckled and said, "Your Buddhist strength is really impressive."

Seeing that he was taking the opportunity to change direction again, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but shout, "A leopard can't change its spots!"

He put his hands behind his back and beckoned the little beggar to pull Ding'an to stand behind him.

Blood Blade Ancestor turned to the side, and he turned to the side as well; he took a step, and he took a step as well.

The tip of the iron rod was always pointed at the old monk's chest and abdomen.

Ren Shaoyang's "Zen of a Thousand Pounds a Hair's Breadth" not only cultivates sharp finger strength, but is also particularly suitable for this kind of small-scale struggle, leaving no detail untouched.

The little beggar, with a stern face, pulled Ding'an and hid behind Ren Shaoyang.

By the time Blood Saber Ancestor finished uttering the word "energy," the two sides had already exchanged twenty or thirty blows. Although they hadn't actually fought, the contest was becoming increasingly intense.

but.

Ren Shaoyang's expression grew increasingly strange.

This looks like an eagle catching chicks.
The Blood Blade Ancestor's inner strength was stirring, and he was looking for an opportunity to capture or kill the two beggars.

But Ren Shaoyang was extremely vigilant, and his energy was impeccable. His meridians suddenly felt weak, and he lost his concentrated power.

"Young man, it's truly astonishing that you've cultivated such skill at your age." The old monk's gaze shifted, and he chuckled, "What a pity. I will be relentlessly pursuing you from now on."

He suddenly looked at Hongxiu, especially at the curved knife at her waist, and a strange smile flashed across his face.

"Stay alert, don't let your guard down."

Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "Fine, let's see who's more ruthless!"

The two looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

Suddenly, Blood Blade Ancestor's ears twitched, his smile vanished, and he abruptly looked towards the door.

Ren Shaoyang had a sudden thought and wanted to turn his head, but then his heart skipped a beat.

With a "whoosh," a slash of light struck his waist, instantly turning into a shower of blood as it reached him.

Hongxiu and Ding'an were shocked and were about to step forward when they suddenly saw Ren Shaoyang swing his iron rod with lightning speed, ensnaring the blade of the blood knife.

"You old bald thief!" Ren Shaoyang cursed, but secretly kicked the monk's shinbone with his foot.

This kick, seemingly a curse, was actually vicious. With his immense strength, even the slightest touch would have been enough to make Blood Blade Ancestor appear as "utterly wicked."

"Fuck!"

Blood Saber Ancestor was so frightened by the kick that he broke out in a cold sweat, cursed, and with a mighty shake of his blood saber, using Ren Shaoyang's strength, he flew backward.

The old monk retreated swiftly like the wind, his speed astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he leaped through the window and vanished without a trace.

"Huh?" Ding'an asked in surprise, "Why did that old monk suddenly run away?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at the little beggar, who frowned, then suddenly looked towards the door, his expression changing: "The soldiers are here!"

Ren Shaoyang whistled, "Charge!" With that, he led Hongxiu and Ding'an out the gate.

Just then, another group of people came running out from the alley to the west. They were dressed as yamen runners and did not say a word. Each of them took out a bow and arrow and shot down a hail of arrows.

Seeing this, Ding An waved his arm, and the iron chain, heated red-hot by the fire, rolled up into a blazing red shield to deflect the arrows.

After the constables fired several rounds of arrows, they realized that the Wan family's martial arts skills were superior and the arrows could not harm them. Instead, the arrows set the Wan family mansion on fire. So they raised their hands and fled in disarray.

Ren Shaoyang was about to charge into the enemy lines when, unexpectedly, the opposing side retreated on its own.

Just then, footsteps, shouts, and the clash of swords were heard, accompanied by a series of low hums.

Immediately afterwards, countless flames converged from afar, appearing indistinctly in clusters and groups.

Instead, a troop of soldiers carrying torches charged forward in a chaotic and undisciplined manner.

Then the group of soldiers shouted, split up to the left and right, spread their wings, and surrounded Wan's family.

Then a middle-aged man with a pale face and a light beard came out, surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers.

"You traitors!" the man shouted. "The three of you plotted to murder Governor Cao at Longmen. Your crimes are unforgivable. Why don't you surrender immediately? What are you waiting for?"

Ren Shaoyang, Xiao Jiaohua, and Ding An stared at him without saying a word.

An inexplicably terrifying killing intent enveloped this person.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt his legs tremble, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He couldn't say anything more.

Hongxiu turned to Ren Shaoyang and asked, "Crippled man, who is this guy?"

Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "Judging from the looks of it, it should be Ling Tuisi, the prefect of Jingzhou." As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on him.

Seeing the unprecedented seriousness on his face, Hongxiu also became serious: "This man looks like a rotten seed with sores on his head and pus flowing from his feet, yet he shows some cleverness on the surface. Cripple, why are you so wary of him?"

Ren Shaoyang said in a deep voice, "His poison is very potent."

Upon hearing this, Ding'an and the little beggar's expressions turned serious.

Although Ling Tuisi's martial arts skills were negligible, he cultivated the most poisonous poison in the entire Jin Yong world—the Golden Wave Flower!
Moreover, although Blood Blade Ancestor seems to have escaped, who knows if this old silver coin is hiding, waiting to stab him?

Ren Shaoyang's expression was stern as he concealed the iron rod behind his back.

"Ren Ni, the imperial army has surrounded you. Five hundred men against the three of you, you have the advantage!" Ling Tuisi shouted before his words had even finished.

"die!"

Ren Shaoyang's black hair flew wildly, and with a flick of his left hand, he revealed a bright blue, glowing iron rod.

All that could be heard was a hissing sound.

The iron rod suddenly extended a long section and stabbed fiercely towards Ling Tuisi!
(End of this chapter)