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

Chapter 573 How long has it been since I listened to music while fighting?
Under the moonlight, the headless corpse stood motionless, blood gushing out, staining the ground crimson.

"My son, my son!"

Murong Bo knelt on the ground, embracing Murong Fu's head, overcome with grief.

Everyone present looked solemn and glanced around.

"What about people?"

Kumārajīva's face twitched, his fingers clenched into his palms, clearly frightened by the blade. He suddenly sensed something was wrong and touched his neck.

Blood all over my hand!

At this moment, exclamations erupted one after another.

"What a fast knife!"

"Ren Hongxiu, it's Ren Hongxiu!"

"How could it be so bizarre?"

Not only Kumārajīva, but everyone present touched their necks with lingering fear.

Zhou Tong looked at the knife marks on the gun barrel, exhaled, and looked up at Huang Shang.

Huang Shang raised his hand and shook it, revealing a tear in his wide sleeve.

Zhou Tong asked, "Have you fought against swordsmen like this before?"

Huang Shang nodded silently.

Zhou Tong couldn't hide his shock. He gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "What a man!"

Huang Shang said somewhat helplessly, "Don't make me feel so bad." He was also quite frightened.

The reason was that Hongxiu's slash was without any technique or method, yet it was the most terrifying thing she had ever seen.

The blood moon flashed by, swift as lightning, fleeting as a dream, as dewy.

It was too fast, so fast that Murong Fu could still shout "What a fast blade!" before he died.

On the other side, Li Qiushui clutched her shoulder and retreated in horror, fearing that she would follow in Murong Fu's footsteps.

Just then, Ding An suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Well done, little beggar!" He walked out like a gentle breeze and floated in front of Li Qiushui.

Murong Bo and Kumārajīva were stunned for a moment before the person brushed past them, both of them horrified.

Ding An was enveloped in purple light, and strange phenomena appeared again. He then extended his right palm forward.

Li Qiushui was more than ten feet away from him, and there were rocks and broken trees blocking the way, but she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the "ecstasy" she was singing and dancing was instantly shattered.

"Ecstasy" relies solely on mental power to subdue the enemy; once defeated, it immediately turns against its master.

Li Qiushui staggered backward, but responded with vocal music and dance, hoping not to be controlled by the "Kinnara Fist".

Xu Zhu, with his profound Zen mind, was instantly awakened as soon as the restraints were loosened. He looked ahead and was overjoyed.

As Li Qiushui resisted Ding Anqi's power, she was forced to dance uncontrollably, sometimes spinning like a top, sometimes rolling on the ground, sometimes twisting her waist and swaying her hips, displaying a variety of ugly behaviors.

Where is that breathtaking beauty she once possessed?

The more Xu Zhu looked at it, the more ridiculous it seemed, and finally he couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

His smile was like a gentle spring breeze, instantly dissolving the remaining spiritual power within him.

Li Qiushui's expression turned pale. Due to the combination of external evil and internal turmoil, she immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and collapsed to the ground.

Xu Zhu exclaimed in surprise and rushed to Li Qiushui's side, intending to help her up.

Suddenly, a scorching palm strike came towards his face. Xu Zhu felt a burning sensation in his eyes and nose and twisted his body to throw a punch.

boom!
As their fists clashed, Kumārajīva staggered back several steps, his whole body trembling, his face filled with dejection.

Xu Zhu then took the opportunity to help Li Qiushui up. Li Qiushui was surprised by his kindness and asked, "Why did you save me?"

"I saved people for no reason," Xu Zhu said, scratching his bald head. "Heaven has a virtue of cherishing life."

Just then, another gust of wind suddenly struck, the strong wind howling and making their clothes and hair fly wildly.

Li Qiushui shouted, "Be careful, this is the 'Convergence Finger'!"

Xu Zhu suddenly shouted, his voice like thunder, and threw out both fists at once.

Another loud bang rang out, and the little monk staggered back several steps, his face turning deathly pale.

Murong Bo also stumbled back a few steps, his face changed several times, and he felt his internal organs were sluggish and his qi was not flowing smoothly.

Li Qiushui sneered, "I knew it! You were after me too!"

Murong Bo said, "The Empress Dowager possesses the Free and Unfettered Divine Skill and is the ruler of Western Xia. How could I let you go?" As he spoke, he took a quick breath, but he watched as Xu Zhu helped Li Qiushui up, and he was shocked and angry. "This little monk took my palm strike and is acting as if nothing happened?"

Li Qiushui sighed and asked, "Little monk, your kung fu is truly impressive. Is it some kind of Shaolin divine skill?"

“Yes!” Xu Zhu chuckled. “I only know half of the ‘Kinnara Fist’, not as good as Master Ding’an.”

"Hehe~!"

Suddenly, a soft laugh was heard, startling the group, who all turned around to look.

Just as they were wondering, they heard the man say again, "Who taught you your boxing style?"

The sound came from beside him, and Xu Zhu was startled. He casually swung his fist and threw a punch.

As soon as he threw the punch, the little monk regretted it. He knew that the "Kinnara Fist" was incredibly powerful, and he feared that the attacker would die with a single blow.

"Buddha, am I about to break my vows again?"

Just then, Xu Zhu suddenly felt a strange force pulling his body towards him, as if a vortex had suddenly formed in front of him, causing earth and rocks to rise up.

"Oh my god!" Grabbed by the collar and lifted up, Xu Zhu's limbs went weak in an instant, as if his life force had been sucked away.

The person looked up and saw a round face, round eyes, and fair skin. It was none other than Hongxiu.
"What interesting kung fu!"

The beggar chuckled, casually tossed the object aside, and with a sudden loud bang, his clothes were ripped to shreds, and he collapsed naked and unconscious.

Murong Bo was so shocked that he almost lost his soul when he saw Xu Zhu's face turn ashen in the blink of an eye.

Hongxiu chuckled, then turned to look at Ding'an, who was standing silently to the side. A glint flashed in her eyes, and she said softly, "Duan Shou, why are you looking at me like I'm a ghost?"

Ding An chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head. "He was scared, huh?" He walked over slowly and asked casually, "Is anyone in the ruins?"

Hongxiu touched the hilt of her knife with her right hand and said softly, "Brother Donkey and Gun Gun rescued the person." She pointed to the distance with her left hand, "There they are."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked in the direction she pointed and saw a donkey, a bear, and a girl in purple standing in the distant forest.

A woman in white was lying on the back of the donkey, her black hair hanging down, making her face impossible to see.

"Canghai~" Wu Xingyun stood up. Just moments ago she was a beautiful young woman, but now she had transformed into a young girl. Her white clothes were stained with blood, and her face was pale, yet she was so excited that she was incoherent. "Her, her physical body was not destroyed?"

Hongxiu chuckled and said, "With this heroine here, how could I possibly let you have that?"

Her voice grew softer and softer, drawing everyone's attention. Ding An even shouted, "Little beggar, what did you say?"

bass!
The demonic blade was drawn, turning the world crimson.

Kumārajīva was still seven or eight zhang away from her when he suddenly trembled, feeling a wave of killing intent rushing towards him. He reacted with lightning speed, leaping back to try and unleash his "Flame Blade" again.

The moment his thought crossed his mind, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. It turned out that Hongxiu had pressed the hilt of her knife against his heart.

"vomit!"

Kumārajīva doubled over in pain, blood spurting from his seven orifices, yet he still managed to unleash a flaming blade strike.

The flames streaked across the night sky, bursting into a trail of sparks in the darkness.

It also illuminated Hongxiu's sinister smile, her large eyes shining brightly like two cold stars.

"Heroine, spare my life!" Kumārajīva gasped for breath, as if possessed by a madman, his throat gurgling, his hands flailing wildly as he retreated violently.

Suddenly, a streak of blood-red blade light flashed lightly in the field and disappeared into the vast night.

With a soft "hiss," his hands fell to the ground. Kumārajīva was slightly startled, looked down at his severed arms, then at his chest and abdomen, and suddenly felt the scenery before him split apart.

Suddenly, from head to crotch, Kumārajīva split into two pieces, and blood gushed out.

"Ah, he's dead already?!" Zhou Tong exclaimed in surprise, when suddenly a bright light blazed in front of him.

Then a long sword slashed horizontally, its blade ablaze with flames, its trailing fiery tail lifelike, as it lunged towards Murong Bo, Huang Shang, and Zhou Tong!
The three shouted in unison, each unleashing their unique moves, and clashed with him.

boom!
Sparks flew everywhere, landing on the trees and burning them into tiny sparks, which then flared up into a roaring fire.

"That's exhilarating!" Ding'an suddenly had a thick-bladed knife in his hand, and with his left hand gripping the wine jug, he poured it into his mouth. As soon as the wine entered his stomach, the purple light in his eyes intensified. "Haha, that's truly exhilarating!"

"What do you mean, sir?" Huang Shang asked coldly. "Why are you attacking us?"

Ding An placed his cleaver on the ground, looked at the three men, and laughed, "You're standing here in my way, so I'm going to chop you up!"

Zhou Tong was furious upon hearing this: "What kind of bullshit is this? We had no intention of being your enemy!"

"Oh?!" Ding An raised his head, squinting at him. "I told you, your presence here is a threat, don't you understand?"

Zhou Tong felt a chill run down his spine as he was stared at by those demonic eyes. He composed himself and said, "Since you are a monk, you shouldn't commit violence and evil." As soon as he said this, Ding An roared, "I'm not a monk!" He suddenly raised his long sword and slashed down with all his might.

The force of this strike was enough to cleave the entire cliff platform in two, yet as it fell, it became as elusive as paper, drifting leisurely towards the ground.

Zhou Tong raised his spear to parry, and bang, flames shot into the sky!

With a whoosh, a ten-zhang-long crack, like a dragon or a snake, spread up the mountain wall.

Ding An was slightly taken aback when he saw that his sure-kill strike had been blocked.

Suddenly, Zhou Tong shouted, "This is outrageous!" With a swing of his arms, his spear seemed to come alive, twisting around the long sword, and with a flick of his wrist, it bypassed the sword and thrust towards Ding An.

Ding Anyi stretched out his arm, flicked it in mid-air, and it became entangled with the spear tip. He leaped forward and kicked Zhou Tong in the chest and abdomen.

Suddenly, Murong Bo appeared, placed his hands on Ding An's feet, and shouted, "Rise!" With a sudden burst of power, he sent Ding An flying.

Ding'an flew higher and higher like a great bird, and suddenly a person appeared in front of him, wearing a green robe and a black turban, it was Huang Shang.

“Brother, something’s not right with you.” Huang Shang hesitated for a moment, then said softly, “Go down!” He suddenly flicked his sleeves and brushed them over Huang Shang’s head.

Ding An cried out "Oh dear!" and in a flash drew three arcs, each one larger than the last. Before the third arc was completed, he was already six zhang in the air.

Suddenly, head down and feet up, he fell headfirst to the ground with a thud, like a bamboo pole plunging into the earth.

"Brother Huang, Brother Zhou!" Murong Bo said, "These two are ruthless and terrifying; we must join forces to fight them!"

Huang Shang, as light as a feather, drifted down. Upon hearing this, several thoughts raced through his mind. Suddenly, he rolled up his sleeves, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "I agree."

"I agree too!" Zhou Tong shouted, raising his gun.

On the other side, Hongxiu stood with her arms crossed, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

The three were quite surprised to see that she had no intention of making a move: "This woman is unreasonable. Doesn't she care about the life or death of her companion?"

But then Hongxiu flicked her finger, her lips parted slightly, and a startling sound was produced.

"Bang!"

That was a donkey braying!
The donkey's braying was loud and clear, reaching straight into the sky!

A beautiful woman with such superb martial arts skills suddenly brayed like a donkey, something that no one had ever heard before, and everyone stared in astonishment.

Just then, the white donkey in the distance suddenly raised its head and responded with a "Hang ah," its hooting and hooting rhythm quite unique and rugged.

And so, the woman and the donkey kept making "bang ah" sounds to each other, almost like a conversation.

The three men were puzzled, but after listening for a while, a surge of business ideas arose in their hearts.

Suddenly, Hongxiu stopped braying and glanced at Xuzhu, who was pulling Ding'an out.

"Sure enough, that good-for-nothing with the severed hand is destined for both endless wealth and boundless calamities." The little beggar shook his head and said with a wry smile, "He's such a worry!"
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The night was deep, and the moon, due to the lunar eclipse, was only a short sliver of light.

Above the sky, Jin Tai and Xiaoyaozi fought fiercely, their battle causing the dark clouds to dissipate and sparks to fly. The valley, however, remained dark and silent; the contrast between movement and stillness created an eerie atmosphere.
The two flew out from among the mountains and valleys, one after the other, and arrived at a waterfall.

One of them, with the force of a sudden burst of air, abruptly floated down.

He staggered, his face was covered in a bluish tinge, and his beard and hair flew wildly; it was none other than Xiaoyaozi.

Jin Tai followed closely behind, his face showing a complexion of black and white, but also covered in wrinkles, making him look at least ten years older.

The two didn't say much, but simply looked up together.

Ahead, the mountaintop cascades down, converging into two waterfalls that face each other like two white dragons, intertwining and plunging into a high mountain lake with a thunderous roar.

Between the waterfalls, a rainbow bridge spans the lake, and a figure in a white robe stands on the bridge, standing out prominently amidst the vast white waterfall.

Looking at him, Xiaoyaozi clicked his tongue and said, "Sword God Ren truly keeps his word."

“Indeed.” Jin Tai laughed loudly, “Old Ghost Murong’s swordsmanship was astonishing, but I never expected him to be defeated by Shao Yang.”

“Old age means you can’t rely on your physical strength,” Ren Shaoyang said, shaking his head. “If he were fifty years younger, he would still be a match for me.”

Xiaoyaozi laughed and said, "Does this mean there's going to be a fight?"

Jin Tai chimed in, "They'll die even more miserably!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily and clapped his hands, saying, "Well said, that's exactly what I meant." As he was laughing, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the lake surface suddenly trembled.

Wow!
Three small waves burst open in the lake, and with a whoosh, three wine jars flew out and landed in their hands.

"No rush." ​​Ren Shaoyang slapped open the wine seal, picked up the jar, and grinned, "Come on, drink with me!"

Jin Tai picked up the wine jar and couldn't help but say, "This is outrageous! We fought so hard we were practically brain-dead, and you managed to get your hands on some fine wine?"

"What?" Ren Shaoyang spat. "Aren't you going to drink?"

"Drink, of course I'll drink!" Jin Tai laughed loudly. "Tonight I'm going to drink myself into a stupor."

Xiaoyaozi glared at him: "I'll take a piss and drown you first."

The three exchanged a few playful banter and then raised the jar together for a hearty drink.

Looking up at the rising moon in the east, the lunar eclipse was gradually fading, and the crescent moon, like a hook, cut through the layers of dark clouds. The wind in the air carried a melancholy atmosphere.

“It’s good to be alive,” Ren Shaoyang suddenly sighed.

Jin Tai looked at him strangely: "Shao Yang is arrogant and unruly, and he never regrets his sword. When has he ever been bothered by such a mediocre person?"

“That makes sense,” Xiaoyaozi shook his head and said, “I’ve lived for hundreds of years and I’ve never seen anyone more ruthless or more carefree than you!”

"I am but an average person. As soon as I started out, I was chased and beaten by a group of bandits and almost got caught." Ren Shaoyang exhaled a big breath of alcohol. "That night is still fresh in my mind. Look at the sky. The moon is crescent, the clouds are moving, the wind is cool, and the wine is spicy. If I were dead, I wouldn't be able to feel any of it."

Ren Shaoyang turned to look at the two of them: "So, it's better to be alive."

After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent.

The long night was desolate, the cold moon was silent, and the mountains and ravines cast dark shadows on the lake.

Despite the thunderous roar of the waterfall, the two stood on the bridge as if isolated in a desolate wilderness.

A pure and terrifying killing intent emanated from the white-robed man.

At first, it was like a trickle of water, but in the blink of an eye, it soared into the sky and rose leisurely upwards.

Wow!
The waterfall, stirred by this terrifying energy, resembled a transparent curtain being parted to the left and right by an invisible hand.

Jin Tai exclaimed "Eh?" and looked Ren Shaoyang up and down, saying, "You're not going to draw your sword?"

Xiaoyaozi finished the last sip of wine, casually tossed the wine jar aside, and laughed, "That shows that Sword God Ren doesn't want to kill you."

Jin Tai was taken aback: "Don't want to kill?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "We just had an appetizer, Marshal Jin and Senior Xiaoyaozi." A slight smile appeared on his lips. "The real feast is about to begin."

"Good lad!" Jin Tai smashed a wine jar and exclaimed, "He actually compared Murong Longcheng to an appetizer!"

Xiaoyaozi fell silent, glanced at the white-robed man, and suddenly said, "Ren Shaoyang, do you want to fight two against one?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "With Ding'an and Hongxiu here, Li Canghai can be guaranteed to be safe." The white-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed. "The three of us can go all out and fight."

Xiaoyaozi stared intently at Ren Shaoyang and shouted, "Aren't you afraid that 'King Kinnara' is by your side?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced around arrogantly and laughed, "If he comes, then let's fight!"

"Good!" Jin Tai exclaimed loudly, "Shao Yang, what spirit you have!" He strode forward, his eyes gleaming, and stared at the white-robed man. "Then let's begin."

Xiaoyaozi originally intended to join forces with Ren Shaoyang to deal with Jintai, but he didn't expect Ren Shaoyang to act unpredictably. Displeased, Xiaoyaozi put on a stern face and said, "You're courting death!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Give it a try~" He raised his wide sleeve, revealing his slender fingers, and flicked them up, "How long has it been since you guys listened to music while fighting?"

But then the sound of the waterfall around them suddenly changed, sometimes low and deep, sometimes majestic, sometimes winding like a thread, sometimes shrill like a gunshot, often rising and falling unexpectedly in the most improbable places.

The melody became increasingly strange, neither Gong nor Shang, neither Zhi nor Yu, which greatly violated the common sense of music.

"What a beautiful piece!"

Seeing that Ren Shaoyang was using the waterfall to create a "heavenly sound", Xiaoyaozi was aroused and took out a bamboo flute from his pocket. He held it to his lips and produced a flute sound that was both plaintive and longing.

As the flute music of Xiaoyaozi rose and fell, the world seemed to freeze in an instant.

The clouds were still, the stars and moon were serene, the lake was shrouded in mist, and the lake was unusually quiet, as if the sound of the waterfall had faded into the past.

The mountain wind blew in gusts and intensified in gusts, and after a while, the sound of the flute filled the air, causing mist to rise and fall from the lake.

At first, they were as fine as dust, but then they drifted and became denser, like fluffy feathers, with fog all around and the road ahead unclear.

Ren Shaoyang held a handful of water vapor in his hands, lost in thought.

Jin Tai couldn't help but laugh and said, "You two are such pedants, I, Jin Tai, will join you in with a long howl!" He then put his right hand on his waist and let out a long howl.

He had always been a chivalrous person, and his arrival here to threaten Xiaoyaozi with force had already made him depressed.

Now that the Sword God has arrived and the three sides are vying for supremacy, I am overjoyed. His roar is like a spring thunder, crackling and echoing across the peaks, even causing the dark clouds in the sky to split open and dissipate with the wind.

In an instant, the stars reappeared, the bright moon rose in the east, the waterfall roared and trembled, and the lake surface was as smooth as a mirror.

(End of this chapter)