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

Chapter 557 My sister is really tough!
"Interesting, yet ignorant."

The woman in the scholar's robe smiled nonchalantly, then her expression turned icy cold.

His body was filled with surging energy, and outside the door, the huge waves of Taihu Lake surged into the sky, instantly blocking out the sunlight and turning everything gloomy.

Hongxiu smiled, her eyes narrowing: "I hope you can give it your all."

"Oh?" Murong Yan was slightly taken aback, then chuckled, "Why do you say that?"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Since I've mastered martial arts, I've never used my full strength, which is a bit of a regret." Her laughter revealed a lingering sense of melancholy.

Murong Yan stared at her for a while, then suddenly asked, "Is it because your two older brothers are protecting her?"

Hongxiu nodded: "Yes, we've finally gotten excited, so don't let me down." She smiled as she spoke.

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu exclaimed, "You are so arrogant in front of me, how dare you treat my cousin like this?"

Hongxiu laughed, "I dare to scold my brother!" She tilted her chin up, "Do you dare?"

Murong Fu was about to say "I dare," but when he thought of the astonishing sword light on the banks of the Wei River, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. His chest heaved, and he was about to speak when he saw Murong Yan wave her hand, so he had no choice but to shut up in dejection.

Murong Yan's gaze shifted, and she smiled, "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish." As she spoke, her expression turned cold, her sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards, and her imposing manner became even more pronounced.

bass!
The Great Evil King, accompanied by a ghostly howl, charged headlong into the fray.

Murong Yan stared at the menacing blade light, and with a swift movement, she shrank the ground to avoid it.

"Heh, that sounds nice, but why are you hiding?" Hongxiu chuckled lightly, her body and blade becoming a bloody shadow as she moved.

Murong Yan transformed into countless afterimages, like a ghost, but the blood shadow followed closely, as if it were stuck to her body.

Hongxiu followed closely behind, even smoothing her hair: "Draw your sword!"

"Alright." Murong Yan chuckled and suddenly drew her sword.

Damn!
Hongxiu felt a sharp pain between her eyebrows, as if lightning had struck her brain. She immediately staggered back several steps, looking at her with astonishment.

Murong Yan stood tall with her sword on her back, and said proudly, "You have already lost."

"Failed?"

Hongxiu chuckled, shining the "Candle Flower Red" light on her face. Looking at the white spot between her eyebrows, she pouted and said, "Isn't it a bit too early to say that?"

Murong Yan looked at her face, feeling irritated: "What kind of creation is this woman's body, that it is so hard?" After thinking for a while, she realized the thought was absurd and couldn't help but laugh: "No matter how hard your body is, how many of my swords can it withstand?"

With a smile, Hongxiu swayed.

Murong Yan suddenly felt a chill in her chest; the crystalline demonic blade was pressed against her chest.

This change was extremely abrupt!

Everyone present gasped in astonishment. No one expected that the woman who had been stabbed in the brow by a sword could fight back so fiercely!
Startled, Murong Yan parried with her longsword. With a clang, she suddenly felt her foundation crumble, and her body was lifted off the ground, crashing into the wall in a daze.

At the same time, she suddenly felt a blur before her eyes, and a woman in red sleeves appeared like lightning, making it impossible to tell where she came from.

Immediately, the cloud sword twisted, and azure light condensed, presenting a series of wondrous sights.

Ta-da!

Flames blazed throughout the hall, the clanging of metal echoed incessantly, and the glint of swords filled the air.

Suddenly, Murong Yan appeared, let out a sharp cry, and thrust her long sword diagonally at Hongxiu's "kidney gate".

Hongxiu chuckled lightly, took a slight step, and flipped her sword to deflect the incoming sword. Her swordsmanship was extremely simple, yet it was impossible for anyone to defend against it.

"Sister, look at the knife!"

Hongxiu's voice suddenly changed; it was her younger sister speaking. A flash of light appeared in her left hand, slashing diagonally.

Murong Yan felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, an intense, chilling coldness that pierced her very bones.

With this strike, the younger sister clearly calculated the direction, attacking from extremely strange angles, instantly blocking all avenues for dodging. In the darkness, only the sound of energy breaking through the air could be heard, as if death had suddenly arrived!

This sword technique is none other than the most famous sword technique in the world of Fengyun – the Demon Blade!

As the blade swept past, a howling sound like ghosts wailing and gods howling arose. Ordinary opponents would not be able to parry it; the moment the blade struck, they would likely have their minds taken away and close their eyes to await death.

Kumārajīva looked at Murong Fu: "What is your cousin's background? Can she withstand this witch?" At this moment, the Grand Lama was already terrified and regretted getting involved in this mess.

"Don't worry!" Murong Fu said calmly, "My cousin's abilities far surpass mine by ten or even a hundred times!"

Kumārajīva couldn't help but say, "What's the use? What if he takes office?" Suddenly, he saw Murong Fu's gaze piercing over him and was speechless.

Murong Fu turned his gaze and said seriously, "Although my cousin has never traveled the martial world, in my opinion, her swordsmanship is by no means inferior to that of the Sword God!"

On the other side, Qiao Feng was also asking, "A'Zhu, this Miss Murong is really amazing!"

Azhu nodded: "I haven't seen the young lady many times, but I have heard the master praise her for having the demeanor of the Dragon City Ancestor."

Qiao Feng nodded and said in a deep voice, "Nowadays, many masters have emerged in the world. First came the Sword God, and now comes Miss Murong. This truly delights me." A'Zhu smiled and said, "Brother Qiao will always be the best in my heart!"

Qiao Feng laughed heartily and pulled her into his arms.

In the middle of the arena, the demonic blade was about to strike.

Murong Yan was completely fearless, circling around him. The long sword in her hand took on a strange shape, like a blue dragon hidden in the clouds, changing and appearing unpredictably.

Such swordsmanship caused Qiao Feng and the others to cheer loudly, unable to contain themselves.

when!
Swords clashed.

With a loud rumble, the floor beneath their feet expanded further, truly causing the earth to crack and the sky to collapse, creating a huge chasm out of thin air.

But when the two women stomped their feet together, the crack suddenly closed up again.

Outside the window, the waters of Taihu Lake roll up like a giant curtain, creating a spectacular sight between heaven and earth, resembling a waterfall stretching across the sky.

Hongxiu shouted, "Sleeve God!" and swiftly thrust out a knife with her right hand, aiming for Murong Yan's face.

Murong Yan's longsword was blocked by the Great Evil King, so she could only point her left hand at the "Candle Flower Red" blade. But as soon as she did that, Hongxiu disappeared and a sharp blade aura rushed straight to her back.

The little beggar learned this trick from Ren Shaoyang.

When the three of them joined forces to deal with Pang Ban, Ren Shaoyang used this move, punching and kicking him head-on, while Qinlong followed up from behind, which made Pang Ban very flustered.

Now, using her against the enemy Murong Yan has proven remarkably effective.

The knife moved like a gentle breeze, penetrating every nook and cranny, leaving no trace, and then it was licked lightly.

laugh!
Murong Yan's clothes were ripped open, revealing her snow-white back, with a knife wound running diagonally from her left shoulder to her right rib!
Hongxiu laughed heartily, spun around, and the Great Evil King suddenly swung upwards, his attack cunning and swift.

"Hey!" Murong Yan shouted, leaping up in mid-air, twisting her body, and with a clang, her toe struck the blade. Hongxiu's body trembled, and she drifted away diagonally.

The two landed gracefully, lowered their swords, and remained silent.

At that time, the bright moon hung in the sky, its light shining down on the earth.

The moonlight streamed down like water, softly bathing their faces.
Both faces were as beautiful as jade carvings: one was handsome yet gentle, the other delicate yet alluring.

In that instant, everything seemed to hold its breath, secretly marveling; even the moon widened its eyes, as if wanting to remember this moment forever.

Huang Shang refrained from shaking his head and said, "In the past sixty years, Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui were the two beauties who captivated the martial arts world. Now, it is Murong Yan and Ren Hongxiu who are rising stars." He sighed softly, "Stunningly talented and beautiful, I have never seen such a thing."

"Hehe, how amazing." Hongxiu suddenly laughed heartily, her beautiful eyes fixed on her. "Sister has actually trained her body into a divine weapon, sharp and incomparable, with no part of her body that can not hurt people."

"Likewise." Murong Yan said calmly, "You're not bad either, you actually hurt me." Then a flash of light appeared in her hand, and she moved her sword to chase after Hongxiu, stabbing towards her throat with a whoosh.

"Slay the tyrant of Dragon City!" Murong Fu shouted, seemingly insane.

This move is one of the ultimate techniques of the Murong family's "Dragon City Sword Technique." It relies entirely on softness to achieve its effect. When the sword is wielded with the body's movement, it can destroy anything when it reaches its peak.

Murong Yan's sword strike was elusive and seemingly effortless, yet it possessed the subtle power of water that gently swirls around objects and swift waves that can breach dikes. With each retreat and advance, she transformed from weak to strong.

Hongxiu stepped forward gracefully, about to draw her sword, when suddenly she felt the incoming sword strike like a raging tide, engulfing her body. She frowned, realizing something was wrong, and instantly transformed into a blood-red breeze, disappearing without a trace.

"Hmph, come out here!"

Murong Yan raised her sword-like eyebrows and swiftly swung her sword twice, as sharp as lightning, illuminating the night!
Dang Dang Dang!
Hongxiu suddenly appeared, but a sword had struck her forehead, causing a severe shock to her skull, and she was sent flying backward.

With a bang, the little beggar crashed into the bookshelf, burying the sea of ​​books.

"it is good!"

Murong Fu, Kumārajīva, and Abi all praised it highly and were overjoyed.

Qiao Feng frowned and remained silent.

Azhu asked, "Brother Qiao, will this girl Hongxiu die?"

Qiao Feng shook his head: "Although this woman was stabbed in the forehead, she was unharmed. Her protective skills are extremely profound and rarely seen in the world."

"Then why isn't she getting up?"

Qiao Feng looked at the woman in the scholar's robe, his tiger-like eyes solemn: "This Miss Murong's swordsmanship is extraordinary; it may even penetrate the skull and shake the brain." He sighed, "Miss Hongxiu, you must have suffered a serious injury."

"Heh, my sister is an unbreakable tough nut, she's not that easy to hurt."

Suddenly, a clear laugh rang out.

Qiao Feng was startled; the voice came from behind him.

He suddenly turned around and stared intently, only to see a dashing young man in white robes standing beside him, with a purple-clad girl whose eyes were darting around.

The young man in white robes smiled at him, but a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes. He cupped his hands and said, "Ren Shaoyang from the northern frontier greets Brother Qiao."

(End of this chapter)