I walk sideways in the game world

Chapter 178 Jedi counterattack, the ultimate battle

Nun Emei came at him with great force, the tip of her sword pointing directly at his vital points. Ren Xiaoyao did not dare to be careless. He shook the sword in his hand, deflecting Nun Emei's attack, and at the same time he retreated violently, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

"Good boy, you really have some skills!" A hint of surprise flashed in Nun Emei's eyes, but she did not stop. Instead, she turned her wrist, and the long sword turned into sword shadows in the sky, covering Ren Xiaoyao.

Ren Xiaoyao waved his sword, trying his best to resist the attack of Master Emei. For a moment, the sword flashed and jingled, and the two figures intertwined and fought in a group.

"Brother Xiaoyao, be careful!" Xia Lin reminded anxiously. Although she was good at martial arts, she could not help these top masters in the martial arts world.

While Ren Xiaoyao was fending off the attacks of Master Emei, he also had to pay attention to the situation around him. He knew that none of these people were easy to deal with, and if he was not careful, he would be doomed.

At this moment, Taoist Xuanfeng suddenly made a move. He flashed and appeared behind Ren Xiaoyao like a ghost. The whisk in his hand turned into a white light and went straight to the back of Ren Xiaoyao.

"Despicable!" Ren Xiaoyao roared angrily. He didn't expect that Taoist Xuanfeng would launch a sneak attack. In a hurry, he could only twist his body forcibly and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.

However, Master Emei's attack had already arrived, and Ren Xiaoyao was unable to dodge. The sword energy cut a deep bloody mark on his left arm, and the blood instantly dyed his sleeves red.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin exclaimed, her eyes full of worry.

Ren Xiaoyao ignored his injuries. He endured the pain and waved his sword to force the Emei nun back. Then he looked at Taoist Xuanfeng with cold eyes, "The dignified head of Wudang is so despicable and shameless. It's really despicable!"

"Hmph, the victor makes the king, the loser the bandit. Young Master Ren, you should pay more attention to yourself." Taoist Xuanfeng snorted coldly, not feeling the slightest bit ashamed for the sneak attack.

"Haha, that's right, the victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. Ren Xiaoyao, you are destined to die here today!" The Poison King said with a strange smile. He flashed and joined the battle group, besieging Ren Xiaoyao together with Nun Emei and Taoist Xuanfeng.

Ren Xiaoyao was immediately caught in a tough fight. He was fighting one against three. Although he was able to hold on with his superb swordsmanship and flexible body movements, his disadvantages gradually became apparent over time.

The head of the Qingcheng Sect had been watching coldly from the sidelines. Seeing Ren Xiaoyao gradually losing ground, a sinister smile appeared on his lips. A dagger flashed with cold light in his hand. He stared at Ren Xiaoyao's figure, his eyes filled with malicious light...

The head of the Qingcheng Sect kept his cold gaze fixed on Ren Xiaoyao, a chilling sneer on his lips. He was not eager to join the battle, but like a venomous snake, he was looking for the most fatal opportunity.

"Whoosh!" A stone, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, struck Ren Xiaoyao in the face. Ren Xiaoyao was fully focused on countering the Emei Nun's fierce sword moves, but the sudden attack forced him to dodge, causing his sword's momentum to stagnate, leaving a flaw in his chest.

"Opportunity!" Nun Emei's eyes lit up, and she turned the sword's tip, piercing Ren Xiaoyao's chest. There was no way for Ren Xiaoyao to avoid it, so he had to grit his teeth and hold the sword across his chest, barely blocking the fatal blow.

"Dang!" With a clang of metal clashing, Ren Xiaoyao was thrown back several steps by the immense force. His palms went numb, and he could barely hold the sword. He cursed inwardly, thinking this Qingcheng Sect Leader was truly treacherous, choosing moments like these to launch a surprise attack!

"Hahaha, Ren Xiaoyao, you have come to this day!" The Poison King laughed wildly and waved the skull staff in his hand. An even thicker dark green poisonous mist spread out, covering the entire battlefield.

"Cough cough cough!" Ren Xiaoyao felt his breathing choked, his vision went dark, and the poisonous fog corroded his body, making his movements slow.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin saw this, her heart pounding with anxiety. She endured the venomous mist and waved her whip, trying to dispel it. However, her strength was ultimately limited, and she seemed powerless against the Poison King's toxic abilities.

"Hehe, little girl, don't waste your energy, just surrender!" The Poison King said with a sinister smile, with greed flashing in his eyes.

Ren Xiaoyao endured the discomfort in his body and waved his sword to repel the attacks of Nun Emei and Taoist Priest Xuanfeng. He knew that he was in a desperate situation, but he would never give up easily!

At this moment, a sharp sword energy cut through the sky, heading straight for Ren Xiaoyao. This sword energy was incredibly swift, carrying an unstoppable and resolute intention. Ren Xiaoyao didn't even have time to react, and could only watch helplessly as the sword energy came...

"Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin exclaimed and closed her eyes in despair.

In the distance, the sword maniac who had been watching coldly from the sidelines suddenly had a gleam in his eyes. He slowly withdrew the long sword in his hand, a cold arc curled up at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Can you take this sword..."

The piercing sword energy, laced with the aura of death, bore down upon Ren Xiaoyao. In this crucial moment, time seemed to stretch infinitely. Ren Xiaoyao saw the coldness in the sword maniac's eyes and sensed the approach of death. But he did not despair; instead, a fierce fighting spirit ignited within him!

"Good timing!" Ren Xiaoyao roared, his Qi churning furiously. He knew it was too late to dodge, so he could only take the blow head-on.

"Bang!" The sword energy struck Ren Xiaoyao's chest unhindered, making a deafening sound. The powerful impact sent Ren Xiaoyao flying, and blood drew a tragic arc in the air.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin's heart-wrenching cry resounded through the sky. She rushed towards Ren Xiaoyao desperately, her eyes full of worry and fear.

"Hahaha, Ren Xiaoyao, it's over!" The Poison King laughed wildly, as if he had already seen the scene of Ren Xiaoyao falling to the ground and dying.

Nun Emei and Taoist Xuanfeng also stopped their attacks, watching the scene in amazement, a complex look flashing in their eyes. Ren Xiaoyao's strength exceeded their expectations. Even though he was poisoned, he was still able to withstand the sword maniac's fatal blow. This tenacity and perseverance made them admire him.

However, the leader of Qingcheng frowned tightly. He always felt that things were not that simple. There seemed to be something hidden in Ren Xiaoyao's eyes.

Just when everyone thought that Ren Xiaoyao was bound to lose, something unexpected happened!

Ren Xiaoyao's body suddenly burst into dazzling light, and a suffocatingly powerful aura emanated from him, as if a sleeping dragon had finally awakened.

"This... what kind of power is this?" The Poison King took a few steps back in horror. He had never felt such a terrifying aura, not even when facing the top masters in the martial arts world.

"Roar!" Ren Xiaoyao roared to the sky, his voice filled with pain and anger. The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his originally pale face turned rosy.

"Impossible! How could you possibly take my sword?" The sword maniac looked at Ren Xiaoyao in disbelief. He was full of confidence in his sword. Even someone with better martial arts skills than him could not take it unscathed.

Ren Xiaoyao slowly stood up, his eyes like lightning, scanning the people around him, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you really think that this is all my strength?"

"This power... could it be the legendary..." Taoist Xuanfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he thought of something, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

Ren Xiaoyao ignored everyone's astonishment. He slowly raised his right hand, a dazzling light condensing in his palm, and said in a cold voice: "Now, it's my turn!"

The Qingcheng Sect Leader's expression changed drastically. He finally understood that his previous caution was correct. Ren Xiaoyao had been hiding too deeply! He suddenly turned his head to look at the other masters and said in a deep voice, "Action together. We must not let him..."

Before he could finish his words, Ren Xiaoyao's figure turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared on the spot...

The light surrounding Ren Xiaoyao was like a substance, forming an invisible barrier that forced everyone back. This sudden change made the masters who were originally preparing to rush forward hesitate for a moment.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" The Poison King clutched his injured chest, his eyes filled with fear. He had roamed the martial arts world for decades, but had never seen such a bizarre technique.

"Witchcraft? Humph, you're a frog in a well!" Ren Xiaoyao snorted coldly, his tone filled with disdain. "You so-called righteous people, in order to eliminate dissidents, did not hesitate to unite and besiege them. Now that you have witnessed the true power, you can only hide behind and speculate?"

"Ren Xiaoyao, stop being so arrogant!" Nun Emei shouted sternly, "You are carrying the power of evil and crooked ways. Today, we will rid the martial arts world of this evil!"

Before he finished speaking, Nun Emei took the first step. Her figure was as erratic as a ghost, and the long sword in her hand turned into cold light, going straight for the vital points on Ren Xiaoyao's body.

Seeing this, the other masters also took action. For a moment, the whole mountaintop seemed to be transformed into a Shura battlefield with the flashing of swords and the surging of Qi.

Facing the siege of so many masters, Ren Xiaoyao dared not be careless. He knew that while this power was powerful, it was not invincible and would only last for a limited time. He had to find a way out before the power disappeared.

While waving his palms to block the sharp sword moves of the Emei nun, he carefully observed the surrounding environment. He saw that the top of the mountain was steep, with only a narrow mountain road leading to the top, and the other directions were all cliffs, which were easy to defend but difficult to attack.

"It seems that if we want to break out, we can only start from this mountain road." Ren Xiaoyao thought to himself.

At this moment, the leader of Qingcheng suddenly moved. He flashed and appeared behind Ren Xiaoyao, piercing his back with the long sword in his hand.

"Despicable villain!" Seeing this, Xia Lin's face suddenly turned pale and she exclaimed in shock.

Ren Xiaoyao had long expected that the leader of Qingcheng would launch a sneak attack. He sneered, did not dodge or evade, and allowed the long sword to pierce his back.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound of metal collision was heard, and the long sword of the Qingcheng Sect Leader was unable to pierce Ren Xiaoyao's clothes, as if it was stabbing into an indestructible piece of steel.

"How is this possible?!" The head of Qingcheng Sect looked at the scene in disbelief, his heart filled with horror.

Ren Xiaoyao suddenly turned around, stretched out his right hand like lightning, and grabbed the throat of the Qingcheng Sect Leader.

"You..." The head of Qingcheng Sect was pale and his eyes were full of fear.

"Do you think I will fall for the same trick twice?" Ren Xiaoyao said in a cold tone, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

After saying that, he suddenly tightened his fingers.

"stop!"