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

Chapter 587, Part 1: The Red-Haired Heroine (The End)
"You hit me?" Qianye covered his face, saying in disbelief, "You actually dared to hit me."

Hongxiu laughed triumphantly, "That's exactly what I'm going to do!" She then spread her hands, "You're such a pretentious bitch."

Qianye blinked, her eyes turning bloodshot. She raised her head, revealing her long, white neck, and said hatefully, "You have humiliated me to the extreme; you are not a gentleman!"

Hongxiu casually said, "I am not a gentleman, I am a witch." A smirk appeared on her lips, "Peerless witch."

Qianye's throat went dry, and he involuntarily swallowed. A voice seemed to shout in his mind, "This woman isn't falling for tricks. Damn, she's not easy to deal with."

Hongxiu silently watched her, her eyes shimmering, and said softly, "You wretch, are you ready to die?"

At this moment, a sliver of rosy light peeks out from the horizon, struggling, twisting, seeping, and eroding through the inky clouds, gradually brightening like a sword blade, slicing through the deep night sky.

Qianye wiped the blood from her nose, licked it clean with her tongue, and said with a strange laugh, "Very good, very good." Her nose was swollen and red, and her voice was muffled, but she sneered, "You want me dead? You're still too green!"

As the word "dot" was uttered, the giant scythe cleaved down in half.

Qianye's giant scythe was about eighteen feet long. He made wide and sweeping movements, and his energy covered an area of ​​several feet in radius, causing the surrounding flames to roar.

Her moves were unpredictable, graceful yet ruthless, but her lower body remained extremely stable, supported by a horse stance, and she rarely moved.

Hongxiu darted around her, dodging the sharp wind, and with a few casual slashes, her movements were as swift as thunder and lightning, seizing the gaps in the giant scythe to launch attacks.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clash! Weapons clashed, sparks flew.

Qianye's tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down the wooden pole. He could barely stand, and he felt that the more he resisted, the stronger the force surged.

If the giant scythe in her hand is the wind, then "Candle Flower Red" is fire, the fire riding the wind, blazing and towering; if the giant scythe is a venomous snake that spits its tongue, then "Candle Flower Red" is a giant eagle soaring in the sky, the venomous snake constantly spits its tongue, but is constantly restrained, no matter how much force she sends out, it is all returned.

Gradually, Qianye felt weak all over, his dantian was empty, and he could hardly muster any strength.

Suddenly, her legs went weak, and she stumbled.

Seeing an opening, Hongxiu slashed out with her sword, striking Qianye's face and tearing open his skin with a "whoosh".

Although Qianye tried her best to dodge, Hongxiu took the opportunity to drag her back with her knife, and with a "swoosh," a bloody gash appeared on her face.

"Ah! My face!"

Suddenly, a long, mournful scream echoed through the night sky, and Qianye staggered backward.

The small red thread behind Hongxiu, visible in the firelight, made my breath catch in my throat.

Qianye was seen leaning on a giant scythe, howling in agony. His long hair was scattered and fell down. A cut ran from his left eye to his right jaw. Not only did his eyeball rupture, but his ear, nose, and mouth were also sliced ​​off. His left ear, still attached to his skin, hung precariously from his cheek.

"Look, you're consistent inside and out, isn't that great?"

A woman in red sleeves walked out of the night with a smile on her face. Her blood-stained clothes were spotless, and her demonic blade shone even brighter. Drops of blood dripped from the blade and gathered into a small puddle on the ground.

"What grudge do you hold against me?" Qianye's nose and eyes were crooked, his face was hideous and ugly, and he hissed, "Why do you torture me like this?" As he spoke, blood and foam gushed from his mouth.

Looking at Qianye's miserable state, even Zhou Hongxian couldn't help but feel sorry for him and could hardly bear to look anymore.

Hongxiu smiled faintly and said, "There is no grudge." Her eyes flickered, "It's just that I saw something."

"What did you see?" Qianye gritted her teeth, ignoring her wounds, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Speak!" Sizzle, her lips tore, the left side of her face rolled back and drooped, blood soaking half of her clothes.

Opposite her, the woman in blood-stained clothes still smiled.

As dawn broke and the clouds turned red, Hongxiu stood in the soft morning light, her gaze sweeping across the scene.

"I can see a person's aura, so I can naturally tell whether you are a kind and benevolent person or a wicked and unforgivable one," the little beggar said, pointing to his round eyes. "And you, you are a unique and monstrous owl, deserving of death!"

The moment the word "regret" was uttered, Hongxiu flicked her knife, and with a series of hissing sounds, blood spurted from Qianye's chest and back, enveloping him in a bloody mist.

Qianye screamed, her long hair flying everywhere. She leaped up and used the force to roll in the air, the giant scythe slicing into her abdomen.

Hongxiu smiled, her cheeks flushed with excitement, as beautiful as peach blossoms, and she blocked the attack with her sword.

hum!
The blade seemed to crackle with lightning, causing Qianye's entire body to tremble violently, almost making her lose her balance. Startled, she quickly twisted her wrist, following the blade's momentum to neutralize the strange force.

But Hongxiu gave her opponent no chance to catch her breath. She leaped up like a venomous snake, her blade hissing and crackling, making her look especially eerie in the dark night.

Qianye staggered backward, then swung his scythe in a horizontal slash. This strike was sluggish and lacked its previous momentum.

Hongxiu neither dodged nor evaded, and amidst Xiaohongxian's exclamation, she actually used her neck to withstand the giant scythe's sharp edge.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere. Qianye felt as if she had struck a copper wall. The shock made her arms go numb and her tiger's mouth split open. She couldn't help but release the giant scythe.

Crackle!

Although she released her weapon, the bones in her arms still cracked as if they were about to break.

Just then, Hongxiu suddenly laughed and lunged forward, her demonic blade flashing out and severing one of her left arms.

Qianye screamed, "Let's die together!" and reached out to grab Hongxiu's face.

"Candle Flower Red" retreated like lightning, spinning in a circle, and all five fingers landed on the ground in one smooth motion.

"A perfect opportunity!" Qianye suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter filled with excitement. One of her eyes flashed with a strange light. "Enter my world!"

hum!
Hongxiu suddenly felt a tightness all over her body as an invisible force rushed towards her.

In an instant, her primordial spirit seemed to be drawn by some strange vortex. With a whoosh, two phantoms, one red and one white, flew out from her body and followed Qianye's gaze into her single eye!
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"What the heck?!" *3
Ren Shaoyang, Xiao Feng, and Ding An exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this.

Startled, Gun Gun and Donkey Brother, who were dozing around the stove, jumped up and almost kicked the stove over.

Xiao Feng had no time to pay attention; his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world. After a long while, he asked in a trembling voice, "What kind of martial art can absorb a person's soul?"

Ren Shaoyang's eyes also showed surprise, but he quickly concealed it and said in a deep voice, "Sixty years ago, the martial world actually had such powerful methods?"

Ding'an scratched his bald head and sighed, "He's no less than that old bald donkey!"

Hongxiu chuckled and said, "The martial arts world back then was different from it now, but it was because of one thing."

"What thing?" Ren Shaoyang, Xiao Feng, and Ding An asked in unison.

Hongxiu laughed and said, "Strange!" She explained, "Back then, everyone in the martial arts world liked to find strange things to improve themselves."

"Strange things can improve oneself?" Ding An scratched his head, utterly puzzled. "What's this? I don't understand."

Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed: "The mystery lies in the seven orifices. It comes from Zhuangzi's 'Responding to Emperors and Kings.' The words 'shū' and 'hū' were used to create a mystery for Chaos, and Chaos died because of the seven orifices."

"This so-called mystery should be the manifestation of the harmony of heaven and earth in all things. When people in the martial arts world find the mystery, they 'carve out the seven orifices'! They allow themselves to 'merge with the Tao' and gain all kinds of supernatural powers."

Xiao Feng asked, "The harmony of heaven and earth?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Brother Xiao, have you ever heard that strange and extraordinary people and events abound in times of chaos, but are rare in times of peace?"

"That's true."

"That's the 'strange' thing."

Ren Shaoyang tapped the table lightly with his fingertips: "When the world is in disharmony, there are 'holes' to be explored. Some people have explored them and gained supernatural powers, while others have explored them and brought disaster. When the world is at peace, these 'holes' will naturally close."

Xiao Feng thought for a moment and said, "That makes a lot of sense."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "In ancient times, people valued rites and music. In times of chaos and disharmony, rites and music would collapse, while in times of prosperity, they would flourish. When there are strange occurrences in the world, it is the process of rebuilding rites and music and ushering in a time of peace and harmony."

"So, when the world is at peace, the mystery disappears?" Xiao Feng suddenly realized. "Then, in chaotic times, with the help of mysterious forces, it's no wonder that Qianye possesses such supernatural abilities!"

"The world, after a long period of division, tends to unite; after a long period of unity, tends to divide." Ren Shaoyang raised his glass in a toast, "This is the 'harmony'."

"Respect the laws of harmony!"

Xiao Feng laughed heartily and raised his cup to drink with him.

Ding An also raised his glass, gulped it down in one go, tilted his head, and asked, "Little beggar, is that what you mean?"

“That’s right!” Hongxiu laughed. “The cripple understands the ‘harmony of heaven’ through music. If he were the one to go, I’m afraid the whole world would want to make him emperor!”

"Wow!" Ding An's eyes lit up as he turned to look at the white-robed man. "If you, Cripple, went back sixty years, wouldn't you also be God's favorite child?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "What's so special about that?"

Ding'an thought for a moment, then patted his belly and exclaimed, "It's God!"

Ren Shaoyang spat out a mouthful of wine and coughed repeatedly. Xiao Feng burst into laughter, and Hongxiu laughed so hard she slapped the table.

After everyone finished laughing, Hongxiu glanced out the window and saw Gun Gun rolling around in the snow with several tiger cubs, while Pang Hu was licking the fur of three female tigers.

The little beggar said calmly, "Speaking of which, Qianye's martial arts skills are average, but his illusion skills are quite remarkable."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You suffered a loss?"

"I've never suffered a loss in my life!" Hongxiu said proudly, head held high. "But this has certainly broadened my horizons."
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Hongxiu felt herself falling continuously, the abyss beneath her feet incredibly deep, seemingly without end. Before her eyes was a semi-transparent, ripple-like fluid, and through the eerie blue light, she could vaguely see herself and Qianye standing opposite each other outside.

The eerie blue light seemed to carry some kind of invisible magnetic force, passing through the body and illuminating even the bones with a shimmering green hue.

The woman in red sleeves didn't know how long she had been falling when suddenly she felt her feet firmly planted. Before her eyes, a wide expanse opened up, and seven-colored light pierced through the air.

Before us stretched an extremely vast stone forest.

Beneath your feet lies a smooth, mirror-like surface of water, upon which countless towering stone pillars stand, perfectly aligned.

These stone pillars, about the thickness of a person's embrace, are hexagonal in shape and several tens of feet tall. They stand directly in front of Hongxiu's eyes, and are covered with strange and disorderly scribblings.

These stone pillars are arranged in groups of six, like branches of a large tree. The number six is ​​the number of branches, and they continue to grow endlessly, expanding and extending like a forest, without end.

The lower half of the stone pillar was submerged in a liquid several feet deep, which was more like mercury than water, a strange silver light, still as a submerged jade, reflecting off the pillar and making the strange symbols on it flicker endlessly.

Legend has it that the Qin King's Mausoleum has lakes and rivers of mercury underground. This vast lake of mercury here truly gives one the feeling of having stumbled into an ancient tomb.

This stone forest, illuminated by the surrounding blue light and the silver glow at its base, appears even more radiant and dazzling, like a peacock spreading its tail, a truly magnificent sight.

However, looking at it for too long can make one dizzy and disoriented.

Suddenly, Hongxiu leaped up and landed silently on top of a stone pillar.

The lake surface beneath my feet changed from silvery white to blood red, truly like the feathers of a peacock, bewitching and ghostly.

The little beggar glanced around disdainfully, then suddenly sneered, "Come out."

A figure slowly appeared on the stone pillar in front of him.

She had disheveled hair, both arms were intact, with her right arm completely exposed, holding a black and red scythe, and her arm was covered with tattoos of hellish demons.

An aura of evil, destruction, sharpness, and resentment slowly emanated from her blurry figure.

Hongxiu looked her up and down and said indifferently, "Your appearance is quite intimidating."

Qianye stared at her for a long time, then suddenly grinned: "In my world, you're still this arrogant?"

Hongxiu looked around and said, "Do you understand me?"

Qianye frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

“I’ll tell you,” Hongxiu stared at her, her smile growing increasingly malicious, “Do you even know me?”

"What nonsense is this!"

"Ha!" Hongxiu laughed, hands on her hips. "You don't even know me, yet you dare to drag me into your mental world?"

"Noisy!"

With a loud shout, Qianye's giant scythe drew a semicircle in the air, sweeping away like a streak of light.

Facing the incoming blade, Hongxiu stepped onto the forest of stone pillars, disappearing like a wisp of smoke, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

As Qianye watched her fly backward, a mocking smile remained on his lips. Overwhelmed with shock and anger, he tightened his grip, making the giant scythe move even faster, determined to cleave Hongxiu in two.

Unexpectedly, Hongxiu's "Blood in the Wind" movement technique was astonishing, as if she were racing against the flying scythe. Although the scythe was fast, it was only a foot away from her and could never get close.

"You bitch, do you think you can just run away?"

Qianye roared in anger, and the giant scythe in his hand suddenly accelerated. With a "whoosh", a strong wind arose, and the mercury-like lake surface rolled and surged, rising into the air with the help of the wind, rushing and clashing like blades.

The stronger the wind became, the faster Hongxiu moved, drifting into the stone forest formation, and in a flash, she disappeared.

"Where do you think you're going!" Qianye raised both hands, and with a whoosh, the giant scythe slashed, snapping the stone pillar in two. The momentum continued as it swept towards Hongxiu.

"You won't let me run?" Hongxiu chuckled. "Then I won't run." Suddenly, she spread her arms, and the Great Evil King and Zhuhua Hong appeared together.

With a "crack," the giant scythe split in two and fell into the lake.

The little beggar followed the left knife over the right, and the right knife over the left, repeating this several times.

Qianye noticed this, her eyelids twitched, and she was about to speak.

Suddenly, the little beggar leaped up, swift as a rabbit, his twin swords flashing past each other with incredible speed, as if thousands of blades had sprung up in front of him in an instant, and he was already in front of Qianye in the blink of an eye.

Qianye hissed, "Die!" With a flick of his wrist, the giant scythe suddenly returned to its original shape, spinning rapidly in front of his chest, and a sharp gust of wind instantly formed an invisible barrier.

A series of loud clanging sounds rang out, like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, causing the vast space to tremble.

One of them hovered in the air, while the other stood firmly on the ground. Before the woman in blood, countless streaks of blood-red light, like a storm, rained down on Qianye.

A gray light and shadow also appeared in front of Qianye, blocking the attack like an impenetrable wall.

The metallic clanging grew louder and louder, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes high, sometimes low, and the space shook accordingly. Then came a series of cracking sounds, and countless cracks spread out.

Suddenly, the power of the Red Sleeve Twin Blades surged, and invisible energy surged forth in waves.

Qianye, standing at the forefront, felt as if he had become a sieve, riddled with holes and full of flaws.

Damn!
Once the will wavers, the demonic blade plunges straight in.

The gray light and shadow in front of Qianye shattered, and Zhuhua Hong drew an arc and gently licked her body.

The flash of the blades suddenly dissipated, and the space fell silent.

The two women stood facing each other, gazing at one another.

Suddenly, a "clang" was heard, and Hongxiu sheathed her sword and retreated, smiling as she looked at Qianye.

"You're still not good enough."

Qianye did not answer. Her face was pale, her eyes were glazed, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, looking at Hongxiu, she felt that her opponent was as towering as a mountain, while she herself was as insignificant as an ant. Her opponent was stronger than anyone else, and she herself was weaker than anyone else.

Although the blow was light, it nearly extinguished her spirit.

Qianye steadied himself, his eyes suddenly sharp and piercing, staring intently at him: "You think you can kill me like this?" A sudden tremor ran through him. "Not a chance!"

Click!

The space suddenly shattered like a mirror, the world turned upside down, and Hongxiu suddenly lost her weight, falling into a snow-white world in the blink of an eye!

"Hahaha!" Qianye's laughter rang out. "Ren Hongxiu, you'll soon witness another side of me!"

Before she could finish speaking, a sweet and charming voice suddenly rang out.

"Sister, is this your other side, this loser?"

A snow-white figure came bounding over, dragging a white shadow along like a dead dog.

Gah!
Qianye's laughter suddenly stopped.

But then the snow-white figure slowly raised her head, her face identical to Hongxiu's, only her smile was sweeter.

It was so sweet it was almost cloying.

And isn't the white-haired woman she's dragging in her arms another side of herself?
"You, you," Qianye pointed at Hongxiu and her sister, trembling as if she had a stroke, "you are also two-faced?"

Hongxiu and her sister exchanged a smile, then turned and stared intently at each other.

"Yes!"

Qianye met their gazes and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, a strange sight appeared: the hot blood in front of him froze in mid-air and remained motionless!
The scene was incredibly eerie; heaven and earth seemed to have become a painting, and in a short moment, it stretched to the ends of the earth.

Hongxiu took her sister's hand, and two figures, one in red and one in white, suddenly soared into the sky, every pore on their bodies seemingly overflowing with a brilliant blade of light.

next moment.

"puff!"

The red and white shadows disregarded space and time, like intertwined lightning piercing through a thousand nights.

In the void, two petite figures stood back to back.

Hongxiu grinned broadly, while her younger sister smiled sweetly.

next moment.

Qianye, along with the entire world, shattered with a sudden crash.

(End of this chapter)