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

Chapter 570 Do you want to be more dignified, or should I help you be more dignified?
"Your sword energy, which transforms the ethereal into the tangible, is almost on par with divine weapons. It's truly formidable." Ren Shaoyang said, while casually wielding his sword.

The sword energy emitted by Murong Longcheng suddenly trembled and then vanished without a trace.

At the same time, the cliff beneath their feet trembled violently, and wood and stone broke off, shooting off with a "whoosh" as the sword tip pointed.

Murong Longcheng's face darkened. He quickly retreated several feet, then with a tremor of his arms, he unleashed an extremely powerful wave of energy that swept forward.

Click, click, click!
The wood and stone shattered and scattered.

Murong Longcheng leaped into the air, his figure blurring in mid-air, transforming into several afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, a large hand appeared in front of Ren Shaoyang.

"What a 'Harmonious Law'! I can't even move your blade!"

With a clang, Ren Shaoyang held his sword horizontally to his chest and flew backward dozens of feet, hovering in the air.

His sleeves fluttered, his white robes gleamed, and he looked like a celestial being from a painting. Suddenly, he flashed and appeared in front of Murong Longcheng, thrusting a sword forward while laughing loudly, "You've been bewitched and filled with ambition; you'll take your whole family to your grave."

Murong Longcheng's expression changed again, his mind was in a daze, he felt that the white-robed man's sword was unfathomable and elusive, with every move he made the long sword appear to be real but full of loopholes; with every step he took, it would suddenly become completely illusory, which confused his mind.

At this moment, he dared not make a move rashly. He subtly pointed his left index finger at Ren Shaoyang's right rib.

Benedict!
A "Canhe Finger" strike landed on his ribs, yet it felt like striking a withered tree trunk.

Murong Longcheng's heart tightened: "Not good!" He rolled up his sleeves, tapped one foot, and glided backward, retreating gracefully.

As the crimson light of heaven and earth intensified, sword light swept in.

With a series of thuds, Murong Longcheng fought back desperately, but three more sword wounds appeared on his chest, blood gushing out as he quickly drifted to the side.

"Hurrah!"

A deep crack appeared in the cliff face, and the entire mountain suddenly leaped up and tumbled into the valley with a thunderous roar.

Murong Longcheng appeared, his white robes stained with blood, his face contorted, and his brows furrowed with madness. A pillar of white vapor rose above his head, indicating that his power had been pushed to its limit and he was on the verge of collapse.

With a shrill, mournful laugh, Murong Longcheng cried out, "The strange power within me is your so-called 'Harmonious Heaven Law'?"

“That’s right!” Ren Shaoyang said with a frank smile. “In the end, it’s just a shock force that’s more suited to your constitution and disrupts the balance of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements.”

“This is already the ‘Tao’.” Murong Longcheng’s expression calmed down, and he gave a bitter smile. “If I hear the Tao in the morning, I can die content in the evening!”

Ren Shaoyang twirled his sword, slung it behind his back, and shook his head, saying, "If you hadn't provoked me, why would you have chosen to die?"

Murong Longcheng said coldly, "If you should leave, then leave. Why say more?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, pointed his sword diagonally, and asked, "You were able to leave the mountain, presumably at the instigation of that 'divine monk'?"

Murong Longcheng laughed and said, "Fifty years from now, the world will surely be in chaos. My Murong family wants to rebuild its former glory, so naturally we need the help of the 'King Kinnara'!" As he spoke, a purple light flashed in his eyes, which was strange and inexplicable.

Ren Shaoyang gave him a deep look and let out a long breath: "This old guy has actually lost his mind." He couldn't help but be secretly wary, "Even Murong Longcheng has fallen for it, so I need to be careful."

Just then, Murong Longcheng's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he suddenly took a step forward, viciously grabbing at Ren Shaoyang's face.

Ren Shaoyang transformed into a moon shadow.

Wow!
The moon's shadow shattered, but the force of the attack continued. In the churning clouds, a horrifying claw mark appeared, with five claw marks extending far into the distance.

Murong Longcheng was about to continue his actions when he suddenly felt a numbness in his back and hurriedly dodged to the side.

Ren Shaoyang appeared, and with a look of utter disbelief in his eyes, he delivered a swift, deflected kick to the tip of Ren Shaoyang's nose.

Snapped!
Murong Longcheng bled from his mouth and nose, but fortunately he was not kicked in a vital spot. He covered his face with his hands and jumped into the sea of ​​clouds.

"Hmph, you think you can run away after offending the abbot?"

Ren Shaoyang took the initiative and, without giving his opponent a chance to catch his breath, immediately extended his sword and stabbed at his neck.

Murong Longcheng couldn't turn around. He felt as if a huge wave was crashing down on him from behind, and he felt dizzy. He lowered his body slightly and shot out sword energy with his backhand.

Ren Shaoyang twisted his sword, and with a few clangs, the surrounding clouds were shattered by the dissipating sword energy, revealing the sun in the sky.

Just then, Murong Longcheng turned around and kicked the white-robed man in the abdomen.

Both of them were like immortals, and this kick was so powerful that it caused a great shock to their bodies.

Boom!
The surrounding white clouds resembled surging waves, spreading outwards.

Murong Longcheng shot out like a cannonball, crashing into the clouds and disappearing from sight.

Ren Shaoyang stared blankly at the shoe print on his chest, but his body trembled slightly as a sudden burst of power caused the soil to fall away.

In the blink of an eye, his robes were as good as new, spotless. "You shouldn't have dirtied my white robes!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, the playfulness in his eyes fading, and he swayed slightly.

Suddenly, the heavens and earth trembled, and a sliver of moonlight, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, rushed into the clouds.

The clouds suddenly expanded rapidly, and with a bang, Murong Longcheng was sent flying backward, spitting blood from his mouth.

With a flash, Ren Shaoyang appeared in the air, holding a divine sword, and with a thunderous roar, he cleaved down.

It was indeed "Heavenly Sword Collapses the Mountain"!
Murong Longcheng watched in alarm as the sword light changed from red to blue, then to purple, with faint crackling thunder all around. He was about to raise his arm to block when...

Suddenly, the sword light exploded, and the white clouds within a ten-mile radius were shattered by this enormous force.

Hooray!
A massive, bright white bolt of lightning descended from nowhere, hooked by the dragon-capturing beast, and hurtled towards Murong Longcheng!

Murong Longcheng felt a tightness in his chest, as if a trillion invisible needles had pierced through his body. He shouted, "How could this be?" Before he could finish speaking, he felt his true energy stop, and he couldn't say anything more.

He struggled desperately, only to find that all his strength was rapidly dissipating under the overwhelming power of the heavens; the more he resisted, the faster it dissipated.

Chi!
A very faint sound rang out, and a crack suddenly appeared on his body, spurting blood.

Immediately afterwards, countless cracks appeared, blood spread, and gushed into the sky!
Murong Longcheng screamed and fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

In just two breaths, a loud "thud" was heard as the body hit the ground, and the screams abruptly stopped.

The moonlight fell to the ground, and Ren Shaoyang appeared, dressed in white, looking down at him:

"I told you, you shouldn't have come."

Murong Longcheng lay paralyzed in the pit, his body charred black, with bright red flesh peeking through the cracks in his skin, a gruesome and terrifying sight.

He coughed a few times, vomited blood, and suddenly laughed in a high-pitched, strange voice.

He was laughing for a moment when he suddenly gasped for breath and clutched his chest.

It turned out that the kick he gave Ren Shaoyang in the chest had aggravated the meridians in his leg. When he tried to laugh, the reversed energy rushed to his chest and abdomen, making his laughter not only strange and unpleasant, but also preventing him from laughing to the end.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang casually flicked his hand.

Murong Longcheng felt his inner energy surge out, his whole body trembled, and he suddenly sat up, his laughter ceasing.

"The Sword God is indeed the Sword God; his strength is no different from that of gods and demons."

"Considering you're a master," Ren Shaoyang said, "whether you value your reputation or I'll help you maintain yours."

Murong Longcheng shook his head and sighed, "This body of mine won't last much longer, so I won't trouble the Sword God."

"Hmm~"

Ren Shaoyang pondered for a moment, then suddenly tilted his head and asked, "You're not going to fake your death again this time, are you?"

"Sword God Ren, please do not insult me!" Murong Longcheng roared.

"Your family is notorious for faking their deaths; we must be on guard."

Murong Longcheng was furious, his charred chest and abdomen heaving. In the end, he let out a long sigh, lay down on the ground, and said softly, "Although Ren Jianshen's martial arts are unparalleled, 'Kinnara King' is no ordinary man. Be careful and do not underestimate him."

"So, you're being controlled by him?"

“That’s right.” Murong Longcheng said calmly, “His fist can control the mind and thoughts, separate flesh and blood, and damage the body invisibly. Please remember this.”

Ren Shaoyang nodded, then suddenly laughed and said, "Could this be considered, dying words?"

Murong Longcheng laughed and said, "Though I die, I am still Murong Longcheng." After saying that, he looked at him and suddenly slapped the top of his head with his palm, instantly splitting his skull open and causing him to collapse into the pit.

Seeing the peerless master die before his eyes, Ren Shaoyang sighed slightly and casually flicked his sleeve.

Rolling stones rolled in from all around, eventually forming a stone tomb.

The man in white robes stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky, and said softly, "Old bald monk, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Before the words were even finished, the person had vanished.

At the same time, two bald men, one large and one small, walked slowly down Leigu Mountain.

It was Ding'an and Xuzhu!
P.S.: I'm taking tomorrow off to go to the hospital to get a dental crown.

Many adoptive fathers do not understand the origin of "the dragon of Suolong Town". Let me explain: This is a hidden plot in Ma Ge's "Jianghu Shiyi Lu". This dragon is the previous incarnation of "Chief" Shang Jinghou. He is the only "real person" in the whole world, which is not tolerated by the world. In the end, he died at Wangyue Tower.

(Old Yan's name is a tribute to Marquis Shangjing.)
One more thing: it's a pity that only fragments of the magnificent "Jianghu Shiyilu" (Records of Lost Tales of the Martial World), which contains millions of words, have survived. It's a great pity that we can't read the whole story.

(End of this chapter)