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

Chapter 528 The True Sword God Skin (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

The night wind howled, and a chill settled in.

This is the entrance to Jinning Temple, and it is called Mingtai Bridge.

The surrounding rivers were bathed in moonlight, resembling flowing frost and snow.

A giant fist descended from the sky, accompanied by a sound barrier-breaking aura, and suddenly appeared on Ren Shaoyang's chest.

boom!
Ren Shaoyang's chest was sunken, his robe bulged with a huge bag, and he felt as if he were in a dream. His mind was filled with all the strange and wonderful things he had ever seen in his life.

"boom!"

The white robe flew backward like a cannonball, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, leaving a deep crater as if an invisible boulder had crushed him, instantly raising waves of dust.

"Wow, that's a powerful punch!"

Ren Shaoyang was embedded in the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His robes were torn, and his body was twisted like a tattered straw man by that punch.

"Crippled man!" Hongxiu exclaimed in alarm, rushing over and asking repeatedly, "How are you? Are you alright?"

Ren Shaoyang hissed and gasped, "It's nothing, it just hurts a lot."

"Wow! Your arms and legs are all twisted up!" Hongxiu's eyes widened. "And you're still okay?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Ren Shaoyang said. "Help me up."

The little beggar quickly helped him up and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ren Shaoyang asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

"Haha, look!" Hongxiu pointed at his legs, "You're a cripple again!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at his drooping hands and feet and smiled, "Yes, it feels like I'm back to how I used to be." As he spoke, he looked up.

The road ahead was as dark as ink, like a series of mysteries. Even with the moon shining like silver frost, it still couldn't illuminate the scene on the bridge.

Unfathomable, unpredictable.

"My brother is a jerk, even though."

A hoarse, piercing sound, yet like muffled thunder, rang out.

"But it's not someone you can kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist dissipated.

As dawn broke, the mountains, trees, and rocks gradually became clear in the alternation of light and shadow.

A terrifying, demonic figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

This man was tall and imposing, with long, flowing red hair and a face that looked as if it were carved from rock. Beneath his messy eyebrows, his eyes were bloodshot red.

With each breath, the air around him twisted and pulled, making him appear even more ferocious, like a humanoid beast.

"My God!" Hongxiu exclaimed in disbelief. "What kind of body is this?" She turned to Shaoyang and asked, "Just looking at it is blinding!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "This person can be considered the strongest in the world."

"No!"

The man sneered, "I am the strongest throughout history!"

Hongxiu spat out, "I don't believe it."

The man stood at the bridgehead, arms crossed, and laughed: "Why don't you believe me?"

Hongxiu asked, "How do you compare to 'God of War' Guan Yu?"

"A woman's soft-hearted fool," the man sneered. "Without the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, he's nothing but trash!"

Hongxiu then asked, "Can you compare to Bodhidharma?"

The man said coldly, "After he used 'Once in a Thousand Years,' he's nothing to mention!"

Hongxiu was stunned for a moment, then turned to Ren Shaoyang and asked, "What is 'once-in-a-millennium shot'?"

Ren Shaoyang said awkwardly, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!"

"A Thousand-Year Shot" is the strongest killing move of Bodhidharma's "Boyhood Skill". The practitioner accumulates a breath of "innate pure yang boyhood energy". The deeper the accumulation, the more earth-shattering the power will be when it is released in the end.

But after releasing it, he was severely weakened and his energy plummeted.

The phrase "once in a thousand years" means "one shot and it withers."

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" the man tilted his head and grinned maliciously.

Hongxiu shook her head and waved her hands: "I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore. You're pretty clever!"

The man glanced at the leader's corpse, his eyes filled with murderous intent. His terrifying body seemed to swell even more, truly resembling a giant demon standing among men.

“You killed my brother, and I will tear you all apart as a sacrifice to him.”

This person is Xiao Sanxiao's eldest son, the elder brother of the chief, a great demon god who cultivates the "Four Absolute Techniques of Chaos" and has the strongest physical body in the world.

His laughter was earth-shattering.

Ren Shaoyang remained calm, his eyes shining brightly. He nodded and smiled, "Alright, let's go."

Xiao Jingtian looked at him, frowned, and said, "You piece of trash, what can you use to resist?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said softly, "The harmony of the seasons!"

hum!
The air rippled like waves.

Ren Shaoyang's hands and feet made "crackling" sounds as his robe was patched up. Once the storm had passed, his white robe was completely intact. He moved his healed hands and feet and smiled broadly.

"Would this work as a resistance?" Xiao Jingtian's face suddenly tightened as he watched: "Time reversal?"

"Yes!" Hongxiu laughed, hands on her hips, feigning superiority. "How about it?"

Xiao Jingtian coldly said, "Not so good." He clenched his fists, his face ashen. "Every power has its limits." He leaped forward explosively, throwing a punch.

"My fist has no limits!"

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang lowered his stance and threw a punch.

The black light outside his body billowed like smoke, staining most of the sky and causing the wind and clouds to change color. A lightning-like battle mark suddenly lit up on his forehead.

"when!"

The two fists collided, and a magnificent explosion erupted, causing the surrounding river water to surge and waves to rise into the sky.

Xiao Jingtian stretched out his fist, his eyes showing disdain, but he remained motionless and unharmed.

Ren Shaoyang took a few steps back, his face flushed.

"The Yi Jin Jing?" Xiao Jingtian scoffed. "A complete mess!"

Just then, a small fist, carrying the force of wind and thunder, smashed through the air toward his head.

"Boom!"

Xiao Jingtian tilted his head, then slowly turned to look at him, "What kind of kung fu is that?"

Red Sleeve rode on his neck, raised her little fist, and chuckled, "Heavenly Wrath True Qi."

"generally."

Xiao Jingtian scoffed and suddenly tilted his head back!
With another thud, the little beggar was struck in the chest and abdomen by his headbutt, and was sent flying dozens of feet away, disappearing without a trace.

"Hmm?" Xiao Jingtian frowned. "Not bad." He glanced at the white-robed man opposite him, stepped forward with his left foot, shifted his body to the side, and thrust out both fists at the same time, roaring like thunder.

As soon as the fist struck, the person in front of him flickered and vanished like dust.

"Ugh, annoying bugs!"

Xiao Jingtian snorted coldly, and an extremely powerful murderous intent suddenly erupted, like an invisible arrow, landing on an open space.

"Get out of here!"

boom!
The earth exploded open, creating a huge crater, with debris flying everywhere.

Suddenly, a sword rang out.

Even faster than the sword's cry was the terrifying sword light, which pierced his right rib in an instant.

Dangdangdang~!

The great demon god stood with his hands on his hips, flames raging around him, and in an instant, countless swords struck him.

He smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Good swordsmanship, really not bad."

A white shadow flashed, and Ren Shaoyang's longsword trembled as it slashed towards his right armpit.

Before the sword tip could be fully raised, a strong wind suddenly arose in front of him, and a fist came flying at him.

It turned out that Xiao Jingtian had arrived first, his fist flying like a bow, aimed straight at his face.

Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang's sword strikes suddenly changed, becoming unpredictable and elusive, like raging waves and drifting clouds, impossible to fathom.

Abyss~!

Fist and sword clashed, and countless sword lights and bursts of energy erupted.

Suddenly, a thunderous explosion occurred where the two were standing, sending towering dust billowing upwards and blasting a large hole in the dark clouds above.

"What a strange, powerful vibration!"

Xiao Jingtian retreated several feet, watching the wound on his fist slowly heal. He looked up at the white-robed man with an inscrutable expression.

"You used this kind of skill to break Ao Shi's immortal body?"

Ren Shaoyang coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he still said nonchalantly, "Yes."

"Heh, you're quite sincere." Xiao Jingtian raised an eyebrow and smiled. "But using this kind of skill too much will deplete your foundation and exhaust your vital energy!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang frowned and immediately raised his sword to check. Sure enough, his once jet-black hair was now streaked with gray.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"This design is probably the most classic skin for the Sword God."

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang's temples were gray, there was a bloodstain between his eyebrows, and he was dressed in white with a dignified and desolate air.

When he stood in the crowd, everyone who saw him gave him a thumbs up and praised him as the "Peerless Sword God".
Xiao Jingtian laughed disdainfully again, took a small stone in each hand, and with a slight exertion of his energy, the stones immediately turned blazing red.

"Your skill is truly fascinating; it has managed to shake my vital energy, causing it to churn violently."

With a wave of his hands, the big man sent the small stone flying like an arrow. Wherever it went, it was like heavenly fire pressing down, scorching everything. A huge sea of ​​fire suddenly ignited!

Ren Shaoyang thrust his longsword with a "whoosh," a ray of dawn cleaving through the night. With a flick of his wrist, countless stars exploded, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow.

Although they were in the darkness, they felt as if they were in a crystal world.

Chi Chi Chi!
Whether it was the incoming energy, the two small stones, or the boundless fire.

Under the dazzling sword light, everything faded away as if its color had faded, disappearing without a trace.

"Good!" Xiao Jingtian shouted, spreading his hands, with countless pebbles floating around him. "How many more swords can you unleash?"

With a wave of his hand, countless pebbles shot towards the white-robed man like a meteor shower.
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P.S.: There are probably two or three more chapters left in Feng Yun. Next, I'll open a small side story and design the final world.

Ugh, this Fengyun 3 comic is making me incredibly uncomfortable. Trying to sort out the logic every day is excruciating.
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