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

Chapter 569 The Strongest Swordsman in This World

A howl suddenly rose from the mountains, filled with boundless anger and a strong sense of provocation. It was Murong Longcheng who, upon hearing the flute music, grew impatient and interrupted with his howl.

Ren Shaoyang put down the jade flute and glanced sideways: "At your age, you still have such a temper." Before he finished speaking, the dragon-capturing beast beneath his feet let out a sharp cry and transformed into a rainbow and disappeared.

At that time, the fog gradually thickened, enveloping the mountains and forests and reaching the sky. The mountain wind howled and whistled, biting the skin and making it difficult to open one's eyes.

But as the rainbow passed, the strange phenomenon vanished, leaving only a clear sky and mountains.

On a precipitous peak, a tall, slender figure with white hair draped over his shoulders stood with his hands behind his back, gazing expressionlessly at the distant mountain scenery.

As the clouds dispersed and the fog lifted, Ren Shaoyang stood in the void, sword in hand, arms crossed, looking at the person before him.

The white-haired man smiled slightly: "I am very happy that the Sword God has graced us with his presence." His voice was unexpectedly gentle and kind, even too kind, which made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Ren Shaoyang didn't rush to reply. Instead, he pinched his chin, pondering the source of his discomfort. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: this tone sounded just like a character from a fairy tale—the Big Bad Wolf!

"Senior is Murong Longcheng?" Ren Shaoyang laughed, "A man who has been dead for almost two hundred years?"

"it's me."

Murong Longcheng looked him over and sighed, "Back then, when I was defeated by Zhao Da, if I hadn't faked my death, the Murong family would have been wiped out."

Ren Shaoyang sniffed and frowned, saying, "You smell like a dead person. It seems you've really been lying in a grave for many years."

Murong Longcheng smiled and said, "It comes from within, not from without. In my view, there is no difference between the free world and the inner coffin." He added meaningfully, "If one can understand this method, not only can one save others, but also, with the Three Treasures of Wishes in hand, even in a chaotic world, one can ride a raft across the sea of ​​suffering and attain great liberation and freedom!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Oh, Master Murong, are you going to enlighten me?"

"Don't dare!"

Murong Longcheng looked at Ren Shaoyang, his eyes gentle and warm, his light serene and soft. "The way of Heaven is clear. The Sword God has defied the way of Heaven, and cannot be redeemed."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Oh, so you want to kill me."

Murong Longcheng nodded and said quietly, "The Sword God's fate is the ladder to heaven for my Murong clan."

"Wow!" Ren Shaoyang tilted his head. "You're very confident."

Murong Longcheng glanced at the divine sword at Ren Shaoyang's feet and sneered, "Simply controlling a sword, that's all I am."

Ren Shaoyang's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

Murong Longcheng swayed, his eyes drawn to Murong Longcheng's gaze. It was as if an invisible rope was pulling between their eyes, and he was suddenly caught in the trap, unable to move away even a fraction of an inch.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes gradually brightened, and with a "whoosh," it was like a sliver of sword light flashing across the sky.

Murong Longcheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes, as if the sword energy was like a tidal wave crashing into his heart.

In an instant, his once calm mind was suddenly filled with a jumble of thoughts, and boundless illusions arose.

The fall of his homeland's capital, his father's self-immolation, his mother's humiliation, and the slaughter of his brothers and sisters like chickens—mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and countless starving people—these horrific scenes relentlessly assaulted his heart.

Murong Longcheng stood frozen on the cliff edge, like a clay statue.

Ren Shaoyang floated down, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked out, exclaiming in surprise, "This old guy is actually so useless?"

Before he could finish speaking, his heart tightened, and he looked up—there was Murong Longcheng, who was looking at him with a cold smile!

"Damn it, I fell into a trap!"

Ren Shaoyang cursed inwardly and retreated in a flash.

But then Murong Longcheng's eyes narrowed like lightning, and with a sweeping motion, a streak of sword light flashed through the air.

"Bang bang bang!"

As the eye could see, the grass burst open, turning into clusters of sparks in mid-air, scattering like a rain of fire.

Tap tap tap, the sound of footsteps came.

Murong Longcheng walked through the "fire rain" and said with a gentle smile, "What a sword god! He has reminded me of what happened back then."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted, revealing a captivating brilliance.

Then, a series of "whoosh" sounds rang out as wisps of sword energy shot out from his eyes, chasing and bombarding the moon shadow.

"Senior, your 'Sword in the Pupil' is like a laser, and it even tracks!"

With a few clanging sounds, Ren Shaoyang was suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration. He abruptly broke free from the moon's shadow, took three steps back, and couldn't help but put his hands on his hips and complain.

"My swordsmanship," Murong Longcheng suddenly laughed, "is actually yours."

"My sword is your sword?"

“True reality is the essence of thought, and thought is the function of true reality. Essence and function are one, and expediency and reality are not two.” Ren Shaoyang understood and nodded, saying, “So it is ‘the shifting of stars and constellations’.”

Murong Longcheng smiled calmly: "That's right."

"Great!" Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed. "This is the 'Shifting Stars' technique that was invincible back then! It's exhilarating, exhilarating!"

"I dare not claim to be invincible." Murong Longcheng smiled slightly. "With Zhao Da in front and 'King Kinnara' behind, they are of no use to me."

Ren Shaoyang stared at him with surprise, scrutinizing him from head to toe. He felt that this man had a firm and unwavering Dao heart, and was not afraid of external evils. He was truly a rare and highly skilled expert!
Murong Longcheng asked, "Why does the Sword God look at me like that?"

"I find this very strange." Ren Shaoyang raised his hand and waved it, drawing the Dragon-Capturing Sword, its light already enveloping him.

A light shone from Murong Longcheng's fingertips, and an overwhelming sword aura surged forth with a "whoosh," which he casually raised.

when!
A loud, metallic sound rang out.

Dust rolled and swirled on the cliff, and wisps of sword energy appeared, like a slowly rotating, incomparably sharp sword lotus in bloom.

The sword energy moved erratically, swift as lightning, scraping the cliff face until it was covered in stone dust, leaving behind countless crisscrossing, shocking sword marks.

The sword light at Murong Longcheng's fingertips, like a real sword, actually blocked Qinlong and they were locked in a struggle.

He leaned closer, his eyes slightly narrowed, and calmly asked, "What are you wondering about?"

Ren Shaoyang also tilted his head to look at him and saw that the man's face was frighteningly white. Although he had a full head of white hair, his face was like a peeled egg. He looked to be no more than forty years old. How could he look like an old monster who had lived for many years?
The man in white smiled and said casually, "With such a distinguished presence, why is your family so corrupt, and why have your descendants fallen into such a state?"

Murong Longcheng sighed softly, looking slightly weary, and said, "Everything in the world has its gains and losses. I am exceptionally talented, but I am not good at teaching others."

Ren Shaoyang understood and said with some sympathy, "No wonder the descendants of the Murong family only care about external evils and have forgotten the divine skills of your ancestor." He added with a surprised tone, "So it was because you didn't teach him well!"

Murong Longcheng smiled calmly: "Compared to imperial ambitions, these are nothing." As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and casually tapped a few times.

Ripples spread across the three-foot radius around Ren Shaoyang's body. His finger force seemed to encounter an extremely soft yet extremely hard barrier, and with a few hissing sounds, it dissipated without a trace.

"A three-foot-high wall of air?"

Murong Longcheng was taken aback. He jerked back several feet. When he landed, he looked up and saw Ren Shaoyang standing there with his sword in hand, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Ren Shaoyang smiled calmly: "This is in accordance with the laws of nature."

Murong Longcheng frowned: "Where is harmony? How is law established?" His face darkened, and he shouted sharply, "How dare you claim to be Heaven?"

Ren Shaoyang raised the tip of his sword, flicked it lightly, and thrust it toward Murong Longcheng's throat, saying softly, "If there is any discord, I will strike."

His sword strike wasn't fast, but it was clean, crisp, and clear.

But in Murong Longcheng's eyes, the sword hadn't even arrived yet, but the tip of the sword already created hundreds of whirlpools, each one a potential pierce.

In that instant, he completely blocked all his escape routes!
Murong Longcheng was greatly surprised, as if he were reliving the moment when Zhao Kuangyin knocked him down with a stick. Only one thought came to his mind: "When fortune smiles, heaven and earth lend their strength; when fortune turns, even heroes are powerless!" He immediately flew away.

But he was, after all, one of the strongest swordsmen in the world throughout history, and in a moment of thought, he came up with a way to break the spell.

"Watch me break your 'harmony'!"

Murong Longcheng clasped his hands together, his index and middle fingers raised, his eyes wide with anger, "Hmph!"

His vital energy surged, and his body shone brightly, as if he were wearing a rainbow-colored robe. Thousands of sword energies burst out from his hundreds of acupoints, shooting towards Ren Shaoyang with a "hissing" sound.

Facing the torrent of sword energy, Ren Shaoyang remained calm, flicked his sword, and unleashed a burst of light as smooth as water.

hum!
The incoming sword energy vanished instantly, leaving only a fleeting mist, and the illusion disappeared completely.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, took a half step forward as if nothing had happened, and leisurely flicked his longsword.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared.

The next moment, a deafening explosion resounded through the heavens and earth, and white smoke burst out!

This sword strike was like a surging river, rolling in with incredible speed and unpredictable power.

A strange light flashed in Murong Longcheng's eyes. He clasped his hands together in front of him, and a four-foot-long radiance suddenly appeared around him. It was the gathering of sword energy, which formed a "sword shield" that was inexhaustible and endless.

The two collide again.

The world suddenly became silent.

when!
The sword light exploded, shooting in all directions and transforming into several torrents that swirled and rolled on the cliff platform, causing sand and stones to fly and the sky to darken.

Two figures leaped out, chasing each other like tumbleweeds amidst the slow-moving sword energy, sometimes separating and sometimes reuniting, their golden and silver light flickering uncertainly, while the clouds in the sky sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed.

(End of this chapter)