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

Chapter 559 Dad, you're not dead?

The world of Fengyun is filled with countless divine skills and unique techniques, but "Sword Twenty-Three" will always be recognized as the best.

Whether it's the fleeting glimpse of the old swordsman in the early game or the invincible Long'er in the late game.

Sword Twenty-Three is truly a sword technique that will never lose its value.

So, how did Hongxiu learn this martial art?
Naturally, he entered the Nine Void Boundless Learning through the "Great Evil King"!
In the Nine Realms, she fought several battles with Huangfu Jian and Liu Sheng Wuji, and also watched the old sword saint's primordial spirit leave his body at the Three Branch Arena.

With his unparalleled talent, he incorporated the sword into his "Sleeve Divine Blade," ultimately creating his ultimate technique—"The Wrath of a Beauty."

For a moment, Murong Yan stopped moving, as did Huang Shang, Qiao Feng, Kumārajīva, and Murong Fu, and even Ren Shaoyang stopped moving.

It's not that I don't want to move, but that I can't move.

The world has become a painting, the moonlight lingers in the hall, turning into streaks of silver light, and the waves outside the window are still, blooming like flowers.

Everything seemed to freeze at this moment, as if solidified in a two-dimensional foil.

Two blood-red phantoms still stood in the air, their figures drifting like floating clouds.

The two women broke free from Hongxiu's brow. One had dark eyes and wore blood-stained clothes; it was the little beggar. The other had bloodshot eyes and wore white clothes; it was the younger sister.

The two women were identical in body features, facial features, and limbs, their bodies brimming with sword energy that caused the entire hall to erupt in a frenzy of drunken revelry, their energy becoming chaotic and difficult to control.

These were two primordial spirits.

The little beggar and his sister exchanged a glance and nodded to each other.

laugh!
Two illusory figures, one red and one white, appeared and disappeared in an instant, disregarding time and space, and emerged from behind Murong Yan, carrying congealed blood.

The next moment, they looked at Azi with strange, eager eyes.

hum!
A ripple rose from the sky, its sound like a resounding bell, slowly spreading around.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard strange noises, like ghosts wailing and gods howling, followed by a great roar that echoed through the heavens and the earth, terrifying everyone.

A moment later, Ren Shaoyang suddenly sighed, "Have you had enough fun?"

"Hehe, that's about right!"

"Brother Shaoyang, you're amazing!"

Two female voices, one sweet and the other alluring, came from behind. Ren Shaoyang could hear them, Qiao Feng could hear them, and Huang Shang, Murong Fu, and the others could also hear them.

The people could hear, but they couldn't move their bodies.

The next moment, a dazzling, all-encompassing blade of light appeared.

The light illuminated Azi's face, making her small face look as red as if it had been painted with blood.

Everyone exclaimed inwardly, "This woman is truly ruthless; she's determined to kill the maid behind Ren Shaoyang!"

Although the blade didn't strike them directly, just feeling the aftershocks made them feel as if they had been slashed a thousand times from the inside out, and as if everything in the world had shattered.

No one in the world can escape this blow, and no one can dodge it.

The most terrifying sword technique in history—the wrath of a beauty!
But will Ah Zi really die from this blow?

The answer is of course no.

"Harmony of Time." A whisper suddenly rang out, soft yet as heavy as a thunderbolt.

Two jade-like fingers extended out and gently touched the blade's edge.

It turned out that Hongxiu and her sister drew their swords together, their two swords combined, seemingly a dazzling light. However, if Ren Shaoyang tried to stop them, they would leave one sword in place while the other was drawn, making it impossible for him to stop them.

Hongxiu was very skilled at using this trick; it was her usual method of scheming against people.

Ren Shaoyang knew her too well and had already been on guard. He immediately pointed at her with two fingers.

hum!
The flash of the blade stopped abruptly, but the trembling continued.

Hongxiu sighed helplessly, "Crippled man, there's just no way to deal with you!"

The younger sister chuckled softly: "Brother Shaoyang~ This move of reversing time is the most harmful to your body! You have to be careful."

Hongxiu glanced at her sideways: "Shut up! Trying to show off your skills?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Let's go back." He pointed with his finger.

brush!
With a gentle breeze, the two figures floated up.

Everything that was originally frozen—the moonlight, the wind and rain, the falling flowers and leaves, the people, the objects—seemed to break free from their constraints and rapidly returned to their original state.

Moonlight spills down, and Ren Shaoyang stands tall in the center.

The phantom images of Hongxiu and her sister flew back into Murong Yan's body. As the blood hole on her back healed, they retreated from her chest and fell back into her body.

"puff!"

Murong Yan's chest was splattered with blood, and wisps of sword energy surged forth. She coughed up blood and could not stop herself from staggering back. She had to use her sword to prop herself up so that she would not fall.

Hongxiu chuckled, "Sister, who won?" A gentle breeze blew by, and the witch's slender and graceful figure, her hair flying in the wind, made it seem as if she would fly away from the mortal world at any moment.

"cousin!"

"Miss!"

Murong Fu and Abi stared until their eyes ached, then exclaimed in unison and rushed over to help her.

Kumārajīva and Huang Chang stared blankly at the white-robed figure in the arena, clearly recognizing him but wondering why he had suddenly appeared.

Qiao Feng looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's fortunate that such a person existed in this world! How splendid!"

Azi thought she was dreaming, but when she heard the woman in blood-stained clothes chuckle softly, her soul returned to her body: "Young master is right, I'm not dreaming either, she really is going to skin me alive! It turns out that the greatest demon in the world is Ren Hongxiu!" At this moment, she was filled with fear and stood there, at a loss for what to do.

"Let go!" Murong Yan suddenly shouted, breaking free from the two people's support and staggering out, staring intently at Hongxiu.

Hongxiu picked up her twin swords and sheathed them, saying casually, "What, not enough fighting?"

"I admit defeat!" Murong Yan stared at her for a long time before suddenly saying, "Thanks to your strike, I've seen a whole new world."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Not bad, keep up the good work."

Murong Yan's face turned pale, and she bit her lip, asking, "How much of your strength did you use?"

Hongxiu chuckled and said, "What do you think?"

Murong Yan said coldly, "Go all out."

Hongxiu smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I've never used my full strength. I was very close just now, but it wasn't my full strength."

Murong Yan trembled slightly, then slowly nodded, "Understood." She clasped her hands in a fist salute, "I will repay this kindness in the future!"

"I'll wait for you," the little beggar said with his hands on his hips and a smile. "But you'd better hurry, I've made great progress."

Murong Yan wanted to say something, but blood welled up in her throat and she coughed it up.

Murong Fu was about to speak when he saw Murong Yan's gaze piercing him, and he was speechless.

Murong Yan turned her gaze and said, "Thank you, Sword God!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Your swordsmanship talent is very good." He paused, then confirmed, "It really is very good. It would be a pity if you died."

"If the opportunity arises in the future," Murong Yan chuckled, "I will certainly challenge you to a duel!"

"What a coincidence." The white-robed man clapped his hands and laughed. "I've set up a trap. All the participants are peerless swordsmen. We'll all have a duel with you." He exchanged a calm glance with Murong Yan and said, "Come find me when your swordsmanship is fully mastered."

"Peerless Sword Technique!"

Murong Yan's eyes lit up, and her tone inevitably carried a hint of joy: "Such a good thing?"

Ren Shaoyang flicked his sleeve, and a strange force suddenly flew out and entered Murong Yan's body.

Murong Yan's vision blurred, and she seemed to see a strange crimson world, with countless towering sword peaks and a winding stream flowing across the ground.

And there are turtle shells on the shore that look like small hills.

"Where...where am I?" Murong Yan came to her senses, feeling dizzy and swaying, her mind in turmoil.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "This is the 'Sword Realm,' and it is also the realm where I discuss the Dao with swordsmen from all over the world!" After speaking, he turned to look at the crowd.

Murong Yan suppressed her internal injuries, clasped her hands in a salute, and coldly glanced at Hongxiu.

The little beggar stuck out his tongue at her with a "lè lè lè" sound.

"Hmph!" Murong Yan's face darkened, and she turned and left through the gate.

As everyone watched her walk away, they all wore very strange expressions, seemingly a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

Immediately, all eyes were focused on the white-robed figure.

Murong Fu and Kumārajīva were filled with unease, wondering how the Sword God would react and how he would deal with them.

Huang Chang stared intently at his temples, thinking to himself, "The Sword God's temples are graying again! That move just now must have been a huge burden for him!" Thinking of this, he remained calm, "If Marshal Jin and Master Zhou attack at the same time as me, even if we can't kill the Sword God, we can force him to use this move more often and deplete his lifespan."

Just then, he saw Ren Shaoyang looking at him, his eyes shining brightly.

Huang Shang felt a pang of grievance. It was as if he had forgotten everything and wanted nothing more. He thought he should just return to the inner palace to cultivate Taoism and ignore the conflicts in the martial world.

Ren Shaoyang smiled at him but didn't say anything.

Huang Shang was momentarily dazed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He suddenly stepped forward, kowtowed to him, and called him Mr. Ren.

He nodded to Hongxiu again, waved his sleeve, and walked away.

The whole process was smooth and natural, just like a junior bowing to an elder and then leaving.

Everyone stared in disbelief, only Hongxiu seemed to be deep in thought, and smiled knowingly.

The night fog over Taihu Lake suddenly thickened, and the sound of the tide abruptly ceased.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly laughed, turned to look at the door, and then said in a solemn voice, "Since the three of you have come, why did you hide so well? How straightforward!"

This clear and melodious sound resonated throughout the entire Taihu Lake, perfectly in sync with the tides. The sound grew louder and louder until it finally sounded like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Hahaha! What a sword god!"

Suddenly, three dark figures appeared on the lake, quickly skimming across the water. With a few nimble swipes, they appeared at the doorway.

There were actually three people: one man and two women.

The two women were Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui. At this moment, their faces were rosy and their energy was surging. Not only had their injuries been fully recovered, but they had also made progress.

Beside him stood a tall, thin man with his face covered by a black cloth, who said in a deep voice, "The Sword God is indeed extraordinary. Seeing him now is enough to shock even the gods and make ghosts weep!"

"It's just a hollow reputation, not worth mentioning!" Ren Shaoyang laughed. "But what's the point of an old man like you getting involved in this?

Upon hearing this, the man in black burst into laughter, causing the dust on the roof to fall in a flurry. The three women, including Azi, staggered unsteadily.

"If I hadn't come soon, I fear you and your sister would have dug up my grave and abandoned my body." The man in black sneered, pointing his spear at the man in white. "Even as a ghost, I will come out, or my grand ambitions will be ruined by you!"

"Murong Bo, with your shallow methods, how dare you presume to claim a great cause?" Ren Shaoyang sighed.

Murong Bo pulled off his veil, revealing a face with narrow eyes, a long beard, and a unique, handsome appearance.

Murong Fu was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Father, you, you're not dead?"

(End of this chapter)