The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 462

boom!

The sky and earth seemed to be torn apart by this force, dust flew everywhere, and all the grass and trees were destroyed. After a while, the dust settled, and Ren Xiaoyao was seen standing steadily, while Duan Wuya stepped back several steps, his face pale, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot of internal injuries.

"I lost..." Duan Wuya muttered to himself, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.

Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword and walked in front of Duan Wuya. There was no triumph in his eyes, only respect for his opponent. "The road ahead is long, I hope you can turn over a new leaf in the future."

Duan Wuya smiled bitterly and nodded in agreement. At this moment, there seemed to be a subtle tacit understanding between the two of them. Sometimes, the grudges in the martial arts world are just a matter of a thought.

The night was still silent, but Ren Xiaoyao's state of mind became more open-minded because of this fierce battle. He knew that as long as he had justice in his heart, no matter how dangerous the road ahead was, he would be able to get through it.

"Let's go, we still have a long way to go." He said to the few remaining followers around him, then turned around and walked into the dark night, leaving behind a lonely and determined back.

The night was as dark as ink, dark clouds covered the moon, and the cold wind blew up the fallen leaves dancing wildly in the air, as if foreshadowing the coming of a storm. Ren Xiaoyao stood on a dilapidated stone bridge, with a rushing river under the bridge, the roar of water formed a sharp contrast with the silence around him. His opponent, a masked man in black, appeared silently on the other side like a ghost, and a pair of cold eyes locked onto Ren Xiaoyao's figure through the gap in the mask.

“Ren Xiaoyao, hand over the “Nine Heavens Dragon Roar Art” and I will leave your body intact.” The man in black spoke in a low voice, with unquestionable murderous intent in his words.

"Hmph, if you want the "Nine Heavens Dragon Roar Art", it depends on whether you have the ability." Ren Xiaoyao smiled contemptuously, with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of calm and self-confidence, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, always alert to the other party's actions.

The man in black said no more, and his figure flashed, approaching like a ghost. He drew out the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword brought a cold silver light, and went straight to Ren Xiaoyao's throat. This attack was as fast as lightning, and the force was amazing. The air seemed to be torn apart by this sharp edge, making a slight whistling sound.

Ren Xiaoyao slightly turned his body, easily avoiding the fatal blow. At the same time, he flipped his right hand and unfolded a folding fan. On the fan was a magnificent landscape of mountains and rivers, which was incompatible with the surrounding murderous atmosphere. "Travel in the painting!" He shouted softly, and the folding fan was gently shaken. Suddenly, a strange fragrance filled the air, and there were so many phantoms that it was difficult to distinguish the real body.

The black-clothed man missed the target with his first strike, his face changed slightly, and he immediately adjusted his attack, his sword light was like a net, tightly covering Ren Xiaoyao. Each sword contained deep internal force, and each sword was deadly, obviously intended to kill.

Ren Xiaoyao's figure shuttled through the phantoms, and he opened and closed his folding fan, dispelling wave after wave of attacks. However, just when he thought he could continue to maintain this state of ease, the man in black suddenly paused, raised his long sword horizontally, with the tip of the sword pointing to the ground, and a faint black gas surged around his body, gradually condensing into the shape of a ferocious beast head.

"Black evil soul-devouring!" The man in black roared, and the beast head suddenly opened its mouth. A powerful suction force gushed out of the mouth and rushed straight towards Ren Xiaoyao, trying to devour his soul.

This sudden change caused the surrounding airflow to become disordered. Ren Xiaoyao felt his mind shaken and his steps involuntarily stagnated. At this critical moment, he took a deep breath, and the Qi in his body boiled, like a volcano erupting, and his momentum suddenly increased.

"Nine Heavens Dragon Roar Art - Dragon Roar in the Nine Skies!" Ren Xiaoyao raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice like a dragon's roar, resounding through the clouds. As he roared, nine illusory giant dragons seemed to circle down from the sky, each of them carrying the power to destroy the world and heading straight for the man in black.

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank suddenly in the face of this sudden reversal. He knew the power of this move very well, and hurriedly urged all his strength to try to resist it. However, the might of the dragon was so amazing that even he could not completely dispel it. He only saw the black evil spirit being dispersed one by one, the sword light dimmed, and his figure retreated again and again.

The battle was won and lost. The man in black was dying and fell to his knees, his eyes under the mask full of reluctance and fear.

"Tell me, who sent you?" Ren Xiaoyao put away his folding fan and slowly walked towards his opponent, with irresistible majesty in his tone.

"Yes...it's the Demon Leader..." After the man in black uttered these words, he fell to the ground weakly and was silent.

Ren Xiaoyao stared at the body of the man in black, with a complex emotion in his eyes. He knew that this was just the beginning, and the real challenge was still to come. But no matter what, he would persist and protect the justice and peace that belonged to him.

"The Heavenly Demon Cult... let's wait and see." He murmured in a low voice, turned and left the stone bridge, disappearing into the night, leaving behind the desolation and wind and rain.

It was raining in the night, with strong winds and surging clouds. Ren Xiaoyao stood on the top of the cliff, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, watching the black-clad men approaching step by step below. The figures of these people were like ghosts in the dim night, and the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, indicating the breath of death.

"Ren Xiaoyao, you can't escape." The leading man in black sneered, his voice low and cold, like an echo in the abyss.

"Really?" Ren Xiaoyao smiled contemptuously. He knew that a battle tonight was inevitable. The cliff behind him was a dead end, and the enemy in front of him was as turbulent as a tide. But his heart was more determined than ever.

The battle broke out in a flash, the black-clad men attacked like shadows, the swords and shadows intertwined into a web of death. Ren Xiaoyao's figure was as fast as the wind, his long sword was unsheathed, the sword light was like a dragon, and every swing accurately resolved the deadly attack. However, the enemy was outnumbered, and Ren Xiaoyao was gradually besieged, and every counterattack seemed more and more difficult.

Suddenly, a black shadow shot out from the darkness and went straight to the back of Ren Xiaoyao. At the critical moment of life and death, an inexplicable power surged in his body, as if it was the arrangement of fate. Ren Xiaoyao's body suddenly turned, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the attacker, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Humph, you are still far from being able to kill me!" Ren Xiaoyao's voice had not yet fallen, and he launched another fierce attack. At this moment, thunder roared in the sky, and a sudden rainstorm poured down, adding a bit of weirdness to the battle.

The rain blurred the vision, and the slippery ground was a test for both sides. Ren Xiaoyao took advantage of this sudden change, and his swordsmanship became more agile and unpredictable. Every swing of the sword was accompanied by thunder, as if the heaven and earth were cheering for him. Chaos began to appear in the team of men in black, and they were shocked by this irresistible force.

Just as Ren Xiaoyao was gradually gaining the upper hand, a sharp whistle sounded through the rain. Upon hearing the sound, the remaining men in black quickly retreated, leaving behind corpses and seriously injured accomplices on the ground.

"I, Ren Xiaoyao, will remember today's revenge!" He looked in the direction where the enemy disappeared, with an unyielding fire burning in his eyes.

The rain gradually subsided. Ren Xiaoyao sat alone on the edge of the cliff, his sword slanted into the ground. The rain slid down the sword, dripping, as if to make the final comment on this battle. In the distance, the first ray of morning light broke through the clouds, heralding a new beginning.

"This battle is just the beginning." Ren Xiaoyao whispered, his eyes firmly looking into the distance, where his unfulfilled dream of the martial arts world and the unknown challenges lay.

"Let's go. My sword hasn't drunk enough blood of the enemy." Ren Xiaoyao said to the only remaining companion beside him. The two figures walked away in the morning light, leaving behind endless legends and a new chapter that was about to unfold.

The night was falling, dark clouds covered the moon, and the wind was weeping on the ancient road in the wilderness. Ren Xiaoyao, dressed in a green shirt, stood in the middle of the ancient road, with a calm aura and eyes shining like cold stars, looking straight ahead. His opponent, wearing black clothes and a mask, holding a long sword, was hidden in the dark, and only a pair of cold eyes revealed murderous intent through the gap in the mask.

"Ren Xiaoyao, let's put an end to the grudge between you and me today!" The man in black spoke in a low voice, with unquestionable determination in his words.

Ren Xiaoyao raised a faint smile and said calmly: "Come on, let me see if you have made any progress over the years."

Before he finished speaking, the man in black had already rushed out like a ghost, his long sword turned into a cold light, pointing directly at Ren Xiaoyao's throat. This attack was as fast as lightning and extremely fierce, and it was obvious that he came prepared.

Ren Xiaoyao slightly turned his body and easily avoided the fatal blow. At the same time, he put two fingers of his right hand together and pointed at the wrist of the man in black. The fingertips were only an inch away from the sword blade, but at the moment of contact, the man in black turned his wrist, and the sword blade swirled, drawing a strange arc, counterattacking Ren Xiaoyao's ribs.

The battle instantly became intense, the two sides fought back and forth, the sword shadows and finger winds intertwined into a web of death, covering this empty land. Every confrontation was a matter of life and death, and the air was filled with thick smoke and a faint smell of blood.

Suddenly, the black-clothed man's swordsmanship changed. Dozens of sword flowers appeared on the tip of the sword, covering Ren Xiaoyao tightly. This was his secret weapon - "Sword Rain of the Netherworld".

Facing the overwhelming sword shadows, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes focused, and the true energy in his body circulated to the limit. He tapped the ground with his feet, and his whole body was like an arrow shot from a bow, piercing into the rain of swords. He did not dodge or evade, relying entirely on his physical body to withstand the brunt of the attack.

The sound of "bang bang bang" was endless. Although each sword failed to injure Ren Xiaoyao's vitals, it left blood marks on his body, and his clothes were gradually stained red with blood. However, there was no pain on Ren Xiaoyao's face. Instead, his fighting spirit was stronger, and his eyes flashed with an unyielding light.

"What a great 'Netherworld Sword Rain', but if you think you can take my life with just these, that's too naive!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted loudly, the inner energy in his body surged, his hands turned into palms, and he pushed out two streams of energy, which directly broke through the sword rain and went straight for the man in black.

The man in black saw this, his face changed, and he quickly put away his sword and jumped back, but the two energy forces seemed to be spiritual and kept chasing him. Finally, they exploded three feet away from him. The powerful air wave knocked him back several feet. He fell to the ground and spit out blood.

"You... who are you..." The man in black struggled to get up and looked at Ren Xiaoyao, who was unharmed, in disbelief.

Ren Xiaoyao slowly approached, his eyes filled with pity and helplessness: "I am just a warrior, but the path of a warrior emphasizes kindness and righteousness. If you can let go of your hatred, perhaps we can still be friends."

The man in black shuddered when he heard that, and finally took off his mask, revealing a young and complex face. It was Li Xunfeng, his former junior brother, who had gone astray due to misunderstanding.

"Senior Brother... I..." Li Xunfeng choked with sobs, tears and blood mixed together.

Ren Xiaoyao patted his shoulder gently: "Let the past be the past. What's important is how to walk in the future. Get up, let's go home."

In the night wind, two figures walked side by side. Under the moonlight, their backs looked particularly determined. A fierce battle ended with forgiveness and reconciliation, and the world of Jianghu also added a bit of warmth because of this precious friendship.

The night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden and the stars were sinking. Ren Xiaoyao stood alone on the top of the cliff, with the wind howling and his clothes rustling. His eyes were like torches, scanning the enemies lurking in the darkness around him, but his heart was calm, as if he had already foreseen this life-and-death battle.

"Ren Xiaoyao, you can't escape." A cold voice sounded from the darkness, accompanied by rustling footsteps. Several dark shadows slowly appeared. They were all notorious killers in the world, with sharp blades in their hands flashing with bloodthirsty cold light.

Ren Xiaoyao raised a faint smile and said calmly, "Really? Then let's give it a try."

After saying that, he stretched out his body and shot out like an arrow from a bow, aiming directly at the nearest killer. The killer saw this and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. He quickly raised his knife to block, but he didn't expect that Ren Xiaoyao's attack was just a feint. His body turned to the other side in an unpredictable way and slapped the chest of another killer. With a dull "bang", the killer was knocked back several feet and vomited blood. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.