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

Chapter 517 The Strongest Sword

Inside the main hall, Hongxiu and Duanming were locked in a fierce battle.

As for why the "fight" was so fierce?
But then she suddenly sheathed her twin swords and fought back with only her fists and feet.

Ding An was taken aback: "Little beggar, why are you sheathing your knife?"

"You're stupid!"

Hongxiu threw a few punches, then turned around, hands on her hips, and shouted, "My own precious thing, if you break it, you'll pay me back?"

Seeing that she had suddenly revealed such a huge opening, Duanming shouted, "Shameless!" He suddenly swung both fists at the same time, as if to strike. When the fists were halfway through, without moving his waist, he suddenly raised his left leg and kicked out with a side kick, sweeping towards Hongxiu like a whirlwind.

Originally, Duanming would never have been able to use such a brilliant move.

However, with the blessing of the "Destroyer Armor", he was enlightened and opened his mind and body, making such moves easy to use.

Hongxiu turned around, ignoring the approaching leg, and vanished into thin air. When she reappeared, she was already beside Duanming. She stretched out her right index finger and tapped a few times, as if threading a needle.

Duan Ming knew she was formidable, but he had never seen such bizarre footwork before. He quickly turned his feet to dodge two fingers, but the third finger was ultimately unavoidable. He sank his right palm and met the incoming finger.

"Crash!"

Duanming felt a surge of internal energy, like a venomous snake, crawling along his entire body of armor, causing the armor plates to rattle loudly.

Although he was not injured, he felt a tightness in his chest.

Before he could catch his breath, Hongxiu suddenly swayed, splitting into two clones that swirled like two fish, flying left and right, and unleashing three punches in quick succession.

Duanming's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his hands to defend himself.

He blocked several punches in a row, one to the left, one to the right, one up, and one down.

Duan Ming suddenly roared angrily, "You can't hurt me!" and pounced straight at him.

Seeing the fierce approach, Hongxiu exclaimed, "Good! This armor is truly a treasure!" She immediately rolled up her sleeves, revealing two sections of snow-white, lotus-like arms, clenched her fists, shouted, and pounced forward.

In an instant, the clanging sounds continued.

The little beggar, his eyes red and teeth bared, kept punching the iron fist that was coming at him.

Seeing that Hongxiu was incredibly audacious, daring to confront him head-on, Duanming looked down at her, momentarily retracted his left fist, and threw out his right fist with all his might, shouting, "Damn!"

This punch was sudden and powerful, with a strong sense of self-importance. If Hongxiu's body was as hard as Vajra, Duanming would smash the "Vajra" flat with one punch.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the iron fist, carrying immense force, struck her lower abdomen. The force of this punch was unparalleled, causing Hongxiu's upper body to gradually bend over, and she groaned in pain, "Ugh!"

After Duanming pierced through the armor, he felt as if he had no one to hold him up, as if no one in the world would dare to take a punch from him head-on.

Who would have thought that this girl had the audacity to take his punch head-on? Although she overestimated herself, her courage was truly remarkable.

Seeing her bend over and gag, Duanming threw another punch.

"die!"

The blow landed on the beggar's back with a muffled thud, clearly indicating that the force had been fully absorbed into his body, striking his internal organs, which explained the quiet impact.

That was a really heavy blow, but strangely, Ding An, who had been standing by and watching, seemed completely unconcerned. Instead, he touched his nose and said in a surprised tone, "I feel a bit weak~"

In the arena, Duanming lowered his fist, watching the little beggar bend over silently, about to check if his opponent was dead.

"Hehe~!"

A soft laugh instantly froze him in place, as if he had been frozen in place.

Hongxiu mischievously raised her head and winked playfully: "Compared to Ding'an, your fists are far inferior, hee hee."

Duanming was shocked, and his feet swayed backward, almost slipping and falling to the ground.

"hehe."

Hongxiu smiled with narrowed eyes, revealing her hair sticking up in the air and her eyes bloodshot. Red scales were faintly visible on her neck, cheeks, and arms, and her fingernails were hooked, resembling ten small swords.

At this moment, the little beggar seemed more like a demon than a human.

call!
Hongxiu reached out and stroked Duanming's forehead, as if rewarding a child.

Just as the claw was about to touch his forehead, Duanming woke up with a start. He gritted his teeth and, taking advantage of his height and strength, suddenly threw a punch, striking his opponent's cheek heavily.

The little beggar twisted his neck and tilted his head to the side.

Duanming raised his right arm, and with a loud 'boom,' delivered another punch.

The woman straightened her red sleeves again, spat, and stared at him silently with her crimson eyes.

"Ahhhh~!"

Duanming was terrified and frantically threw punches, each one with all his might, swinging left and right, making a series of loud "bang" sounds.

In an instant, iron fists rained down like raindrops.

Where's the little beggar?

She actually squatted down!

He propped his chin up with one hand, scratched an itch with the other, and winked at Ding An as if to say, "He's just average."

Seeing this, a chill ran down his spine, and Duanming howled desperately, tightening his grip even more.

Suddenly, a strange sight appeared: a huge suit of iron armor was seen desperately pounding on the woman who was squatting on the ground.

Strangely, the fire produced sparks and loud bangs.

The woman was yawning out of boredom, while a wail came from the armored vehicle.

The scene was absolutely bizarre!

Just then, Ding An's voice pierced through the wind of the punch: "Little beggar, that's enough."

"Know it."

Hongxiu's response was clearly audible amidst the explosion.

Two loud "bangs" followed.

Then Hongxiu raised her hands and deftly grabbed Duanming's two iron fists, saying with a smirk, "Do you submit or not?"

"Dissatisfied!"

Duanming jolted awake and, without thinking, grabbed her arm to strike again. Hongxiu raised an eyebrow and immediately spread her arms wide. Duanming involuntarily followed suit, leaving himself wide open.

The little beggar stepped forward and shrugged.

This "Erlang Carrying the Mountain to Chase the Sun" is a move from "Sumeru Mad Zen" that Ren Shaoyang passed down to her. The power rises from the ground and suddenly appears like thunder.

Duanming let out a miserable cry, spread his limbs wide, and suddenly jumped up.

With a casual flick of her wrist, the broken sword fell into her hand. She turned and struck its back with her palm.

Duanming soared into the air, and before he could land, Hongxiu twisted her slender waist, flipped over, hooked her belt, and slammed her to the ground!
Bang!
Duanming slammed into the ground more than a foot deep, and his precious armor shattered instantly.

This "Destroyer Armor" plus the Broken Eye weighs at least a thousand pounds. In Hongxiu's hands, it's like a pebble tossed around casually. Considering her petite figure and stunning beauty, it's as if a mantis trying to move a chariot is trying to move a chariot. It's truly unbelievable.

The three, including the Holy King and his servants, had just come to their senses when they witnessed such an unbelievable scene. They all turned pale and gaped.

Zilu looked at her and exclaimed in surprise, "Good heavens, even without a sword, the One-Sword Immortal is this powerful?"

Yan Hui said, "Her body is even tougher than the 'Destroyer Armor'!"

The Holy King was shocked: "The Three Fiends are truly not human! The Sword God's sword is already at the pinnacle, yet Ren Hongxiu, a mere woman, possesses the strength of nine oxen and two tigers! What level must Ding An be at?" Thinking of his own being bound by the curse of his ancestors, seeing a high mountain but unable to climb it, he couldn't help but feel sorrow and almost shed tears.
-
Just as Hongxiu and Duanming were about to determine a winner.

The duel between Ren Shaoyang and Daoguo was also in full swing.

"Sword God, let's see if your ability to finish with a single thought is more powerful, or if my thought-based sword is swifter!"

Dao Guo shouted loudly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Ren Shaoyang dodged, but suddenly felt a chill on his throat as an invisible sword blade swept across his neck.

The Dao Fruit appeared and disappeared in an instant, like light and lightning, and an invisible sword of thought shot out, causing the stone walls of the entire hall to hiss.

As the aftershocks reached them, Zilu and Yan Hui, who had stood in front of the Holy King, were instantly struck by blood gushing from their chests and collapsed with a miserable groan.

Upon seeing this, Ding'an quickly stepped forward and clapped his prosthetic hand.

"Empty Shield!"

In an instant, a shield of energy rose up, and though ripples appeared in the void, they could not break through the shield's defense.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, and with a tremor of the sword tip, he struck the opponent's wrist.

Dao Guo felt a chill in his chest, surprised by the speed of the opponent's sword. He immediately snorted, and with a slight movement of his toes, the ground shattered, and stones shot out with sharp whistles, as fast as arrows.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes were blank, his sword flashed, and the stones split into several pieces. Before they even hit the ground, his sword flashed again.

Daoguo was taken aback, and suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

The "divine sword" that had captured the dragon had already pierced the shoulder, penetrating about an inch into the flesh.

"Be bold!"

Dao Guo was furious, staring intently at the white-robed man before him. "How dare you injure me?"

Ren Shaoyang pressed forward with his sword, forcing the girl to retreat, and said calmly, "If your skills stop here, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword."

"Arrogant!" Dao Guo roared, his body bursting with sword energy.

The earth shook violently, and a crack appeared beneath her feet, straight as a sword, shooting directly at the white-robed figure.

Along the way, bricks and stones were shattered, as if an earth dragon was churning, its power astonishing.

"Interesting." Ren Shaoyang chuckled, stretched out his long arm, and casually tapped his longsword, "Law Annihilation."

In the blink of an eye, the earthen dragon that had been churning on the ground suddenly stopped.

Chi!
After a moment of stillness.

The bricks and stones between the two turned into gravel, and as dust flew up, the entire platform sank.

Ren Shaoyang and Daoguo locked eyes, their energy clashing at its most intense moment.

The man in the white robe suddenly sighed, "What a pity."

Daoguo asked, "What's a pity?"

The Sword God said, "It's a pity I couldn't meet you in your prime."

It's a pity indeed.

The Azure Dragon Emperor Sword is no less powerful than the Sword Twenty-Three; it is terrifyingly strong.

Dao Guo was just a little girl in her teens who did not know martial arts. No matter how powerful the "Azure Dragon Relic" was, she was not a swordsman and could not use the full strength of the Eastern Azure Dragon.

"Arrogant! I can easily deal with you!"

Dao Guo roared angrily, urging his sword momentum forward. The sword light on his right arm flowed, as if it had transformed into a divine sword. He punched out, and hundreds of sword energies condensed into shadows, flowing like a long river.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and casually thrust his sword forward, producing a loud, strange sound.

when!
As the two swords clashed, a vast and powerful sword intent surged upwards, like a divine sword pointing to the sky, majestically suppressing the world.

Everyone gasped in astonishment upon seeing the two radiantly bright.
-
With a thunderous roar, sword energy filled the sky, and dark clouds obscured the moon.

The fierce killing intent emanating from the battle between Ren Shaoyang and Dao Guo caused a dramatic change in the celestial phenomena.

Outside Hidden Dragon Ridge, Da Ri Zong Guo and the others looked up at the sky and saw the clouds like swords, surging endlessly, and they all showed joy.

Musashi Mori sneered: "The time is coming! It seems that my 'good master' has already touched the secret of the 'Azure Dragon Emperor Sword'."

Dainichi Munaka sneered: "Fine! Only the strongest martial arts are worth my appreciation!"

Yue Mei Fu Xi didn't speak, but turned to look at the figure.

Mu Yingxiong stood proudly atop the mountain, overlooking the dragon's lair, but his eyes seemed empty, as if he were being controlled by someone.

Dainichi Sōka waved his hand: "Go! Let's trap them like turtles in a jar!"

He took the lead, moving with lightning speed, his body as dark as a long sword reaching to the sky, piercing through the thick clouds and letting the moonlight return to the world.

Such a spectacular sight naturally inspired awe in everyone.

Only Yue Mei Fu Xi remained calm, a fleeting glint of malice flashing in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)