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

Chapter 549 A Sword Fights Clouds and Water (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
The assembled heroes exclaimed in unison, "Ah, it's the Heavenly Child Granny!"

Those in the martial arts world present changed color upon hearing this and all turned to look.

Amidst the shouts, the sedan chair came flying like an arrow. When it was less than ten feet away from the wooden platform, a cold and domineering old woman's voice rang out in everyone's ears.

"Get out of my sight!"

The light gauze in the sedan chair suddenly fluttered straight like a sword, and a gust of wind rushed towards them. Nearby martial artists were as if they had been swept by an invisible hand, screaming and rolling to the ground.

As they looked up, bang! The sedan chair had already landed on the wooden platform.

When the Western Xia people saw that Wu Xingyun's prestige was already overwhelming even before he arrived, and that Li Qiushui was injured and spitting blood, they were worried about her safety. So they rushed out silently before Wu Xingyun even landed.

"How dare you!" A corner of the snow-white curtain was quietly lifted, and before anyone could get a good look, a white figure swept around the area.

"Watch out!" shouted a bearded officer from the Western Xia group.

Before he could finish speaking, everyone around him had their limbs flying off and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The bearded officer felt his whole body tremble as if struck by lightning. When he looked up again, he saw that the snow had frozen into a large snowball and was rolling towards him.

How terrifying is the Heavenly Child Granny!

With a loud shout, the bearded man drew his precious sword with a clang, and a flash of white light filled the air. Within a radius of more than ten feet, the sword shadows were everywhere, meeting the snowball head-on.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a chill run down their spines. Among the thousands of spectators, no one had clearly seen how the man drew his sword; all they saw was a chilling glint in his eyes and the deafening sound of clashing energies.

Wang Yuyan looked at the man's swordsmanship, her hands trembling, and whispered, "In an instant, he used the Shaolin Temple's Demon-Subduing Sword Technique, the Jiangnan Shi Family's 'Returning Wind and Willow Sweeping Sword,' the Qin Family Village's 'Five Tigers Severing the Gate Sword,' the Ningbo Tiantong Temple's 'Compassionate Sword,' and the 'Three Ultimate Moves of the Back Mountain' of this dynasty's Golden Sword Elder Yang."

She glanced sideways at the bearded man, her lips trembling slightly, and after a long while, she finally said, "How could there be such a person in Western Xia?"

Duan Yu said, "Miss Wang, what kind of person is he?" Raising his voice, he said, "He steals martial arts from other schools, which is utterly despicable!"

Wang Yuyan's cheeks flushed red as she stared blankly at the bearded man, saying, "Well, I also secretly learned martial arts from other schools."

"what!"

Duan Yu was stunned, scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly, "You, you're different!"

Azi rolled her eyes and muttered, "Like a dog!" Turning to the white-robed man standing on the stage with his sword, she beamed, "Young Master is still the most handsome!"

Just then, there was a loud "whoosh" sound!
The snowball exploded, and the world turned white.

Suddenly, Wu Xingyun emerged from the snow and bent his knee to strike the bearded man in the chest.

The bearded man parried with his knife, but he couldn't withstand the unparalleled force. Crack! The knife shattered, and he coughed up blood, his limbs flailing wildly before disappearing like a shooting star.

This time, it happened with astonishing speed, like a rabbit leaping and a falcon swooping.

Not only were the crowd stunned, but even Wu Xingyun let out a soft exclamation and sneered, "What superb skills! Li Qiushui, when did your Western Xia become so extravagant as to appoint such a person as a subordinate general?"

"Heh, I stopped caring about Yipintang a long time ago."

Li Qiushui stood tall and graceful, her clothes and hair fluttering in the wind, exuding an otherworldly and ethereal aura, as if she were about to depart from the mortal realm at any moment.

"Hahaha, Li Qiushui, you've really disappointed me." Wu Xingyun stood with his hands behind his back, a vicious smile playing on his lips. "You came personally to seize the Jade Linglong, only to be beaten to the point of vomiting blood by a junior. How shameful!"

Li Qiushui sneered: "You bitch, you're everywhere!"

Wu Xingyun said jokingly, "You are my dearest friend and family member, how could I bear to let you die at the hands of others?"

Li Qiushui coldly replied, "Likewise."

As they were talking, four women gracefully stepped out of the sedan chair, all with identical appearances and slender figures.

One person held an umbrella to shield Wu Xingyun from the snow, while another draped a snow-white fox fur coat over Wu Xingyun's shoulders. The two stood behind him, their hands on their swords.

These are the inseparable four sword attendants of Lingjiu Palace—Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum.

Even if the four women were beautiful, they would only be embellishments next to the Child Granny.

Wu Xingyun had long, white hair and a cold expression. A five-petaled red plum blossom was adorning her brow, and the vibrant color made her look even more domineering.

Standing together with Li Qiushui, they truly exemplified the saying "Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums each have their own strengths," leaving one unsure which to admire.

Wu Xingyun turned his head to look at Ren Shaoyang and said coldly, "Did you kill Ding Chunqiu?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "It's me."

Wu Xingyun suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know that he is a member of my Xiaoyao Sect?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You admit to being a traitor who betrays his master and ancestors?"

Wu Xingyun's eyes changed, her eyelids drooped, and she said coldly, "What a sharp-tongued junior!" She said slowly and deliberately, leaving no room for argument, "Ding Chunqiu is a traitor who deserves to die, but since he died at the hands of someone outside the Xiaoyao Sect, you deserve to die a just death."

These words caused a great uproar among the people present.

No one expected that the Heavenly Child Granny would be so unreasonable, coming to pick a fight with the Sword God for the sake of a dead traitor.

"Hmph, when has that old hag ever been reasonable?"

A cold and arrogant voice rang out from the crowd.

All eyes turned to the man, who was dressed in a blue robe, around fifty years old, with a long, flowing beard and handsome features.

Someone exclaimed, "Oh my, it's Zhuo Bufan, the 'Sword God of the Southern Region'!"

"Wow! He's a sword god too?"

"Why can't he be? Before Ren Shaoyang, Senior Zhuo had already made a name for himself!"

Zhuo Bufan said, "Sword God?" He snorted coldly, "There is only one Sword God in the world, and that is me, Sword God Zhuo!"

The crowd behind him immediately roared in agreement: "Well done! Senior Zhuo can't lose face!" They cheered and made a ruckus.

"Listen." A commotion arose from below the stage. Wu Xingyun said jokingly, "Someone is upset with you."

Ren Shaoyang's smile deepened, and he casually said, "It's just a little bit of hardship."

"well said!"

Wu Xingyun sighed, “I have traveled all over the world and met countless people, but not a single one has satisfied me. The world is so vast, but they are all just ordinary people!” He looked up at him and smiled slightly, “You defeated Li Qiushui first, and now you say these words. You have made me look at you in a new light.”

"You wretch, I have not been defeated!" Li Qiushui's voice rang out through gritted teeth.

Wu Xingyun said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, get out of my way!" He glanced at the white robe, then with a flick of his arms, he rose up like a roc spreading its wings and soaring into the wind.

"Even though she's a bitch, she's not as bad as you."

The Heavenly Child Granny is making a powerful announcement.

"Damn!"

In an instant, a fierce wind howled and scorching waves pressed down. Wu Xingyun suddenly felt a numbness in his waist and hurriedly dodged to the side.

Ren Shaoyang swayed slightly, his sleeves fluttering, and sneered, "Enough with your nonsense!" Suddenly, he raised his sword to the sky.

Hooray!
A deafening roar, seemingly shattering heaven and earth, followed by a bolt of purple lightning descending from the sky.

Ren Shaoyang used his sword to connect and slashed out from mid-air.

The overwhelming sword energy flew straight towards him, leaving Wu Xingyun with no way to dodge. He raised his palm to meet it. But he felt as if the sword was falling from the sky, and his whole body was about to fall apart. In an instant, he fell three zhang away.

With a "whoosh," lightning flashed, and the wooden platform turned as black as a lightning pool.

Then Ren Shaoyang sneered, "Escape to the Netherworld." Before the sound had faded, the sword had already arrived, moving nimbly like a dragon, graceful and elegant.

Wu Xingyun lost the initiative and was forced into a desperate situation.

But she was, after all, a peerless martial artist, and immediately roared, "How dare you!"

With a swirling motion of his hands, he reversed the momentum, then his palms moved swiftly, the energy surging endlessly, to meet the incoming sword.

"Zhengzhengzheng——"

The two clashed in mid-air, their residual force spreading outwards, causing explosions along their path, turning vegetation into dust, and shattering soil and rocks.

Everyone present scrambled to avoid the platform, which then collapsed into the river with a series of loud crashes.

Seeing the two fighting fiercely, Azi couldn't help but feel anxious. She turned to Wang Yuyan and said, "Miss Wang, this Heavenly Mountain Child Granny is really powerful!"

Wang Yuyan nodded repeatedly: "Senior Tong Lao's moves are as fast as lightning, each palm strike is incredibly magical." As she spoke, she counted on her fingers, "Look at her palm techniques, they are soft and gentle yet firm and powerful. Each move is spontaneous and seamless, a divine skill I have never seen before."

"Oh my god, this is terrible!" Ah Zi lamented.

Wang Yuyan was stunned and asked, "What do you mean, 'completely finished'?"

"Young Master just fought a match with a peerless old man, then battled the Empress Dowager of Western Xia, and finally had to fight this old codger." Azi puffed out her cheeks and said angrily, "Fighting three matches in half a day, isn't that a huge loss?"

"Ah, the Sword God has actually been so weakened?"

Wang Yuyan covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise. She turned to look at the white-robed man and murmured, "But when he drew his sword, his spirit preceded his hand, and his intention never returned empty-handed. His movements were like a phoenix soaring and a dragon flying, causing valleys to tremble and mountains to shake. He used several sword techniques he had never seen before, as quiet as a drop of dust, as turbulent as a surging wave, as fierce as a beast pouncing, and as clever and strange as a nimble ape."

As she spoke, her face grew redder and her voice more excited, until she was almost gesturing wildly: "Such swordsmanship is truly unrestrained and magnificent, invincible. Exquisitely beautiful, exquisitely graceful!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Xingyun suddenly darted forward, circled behind him, and raised his palm to strike.

Ren Shaoyang couldn't turn around, but it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He flicked his long sword back, as graceful as a startled swan.

Wu Xingyun had not expected his opponent to be even faster. Suddenly, his palm went numb as the longsword pierced through his hand.

Immediately afterward, the sword energy entered her body, and Tianshan Tonglao's entire body stiffened, rendering her unable to move.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly shouted, "Liushang!" and drew his sword, floating over.

Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, and a long sword enveloped him.

Despite his exceptional skills, Wu Xingyun was forced to remain motionless as if a thousand swords were thrusting at him, rendering him unable to unleash his ultimate moves.

Puff puff puff!

His white clothes were stained with blood, and in the blink of an eye, he was inexplicably stabbed by his opponent.

Ren Shaoyang was bathed in moonlight, and suddenly his sword moves changed, becoming bizarre and ethereal, like smoke.

Damn!
Another sword strike, aimed straight for his chest.

Faced with such indescribable and bizarre swordsmanship, Wu Xingyun felt a deep sense of despair.

Suddenly, the white-robed figure paused, the sword tip lowered, and then drew a rounded arc, thrusting back to the side.

laugh!
The sword revealed its sharpness, and thick white smoke exploded in the void.

"Haha, senior sister, I don't want you to die at someone else's hands!"

A figure flashed, and blood spurted from Li Qiushui's shoulder, landing on a withered branch a dozen feet away, swaying in the wind.

"Take care of yourself first."

Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly and slashed with his sword.

A chasm suddenly appeared in the snow curtain, like splashed ink, turning into a terrifying black light that swept out.

"boom!"

An explosion erupted, the earth trembled, snowstorms broke out, and ice, sharp as swords, transformed into a vast forest of swords that snaked straight toward Li Qiushui.

(End of this chapter)