The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 518

The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on the top of the majestic Mount Tai, and the sea of ​​clouds was rolling, like a fairyland. Ren Xiaoyao stood on the top of the Jade Emperor, his sleeves fluttering, his eyes deep, as if he could penetrate the boundless night and look directly into people's hearts. Tonight, he had an unsolved mystery in his heart, and a very different breath led him here, as if it was arranged by fate.

"Brother Xiaoyao, long time no see." A chuckle came from the clouds. As the voice was spoken, a man in a green shirt slowly appeared. He had a handsome face, but his eyes held a hint of imperceptible cunning.

Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly, recognizing the visitor as the famous Qingshanke, a mysterious figure with elusive whereabouts and sophisticated methods. "Brother Qingshan, why are you visiting me so late at night?"

The man in green shirt smiled and said, "I have come here to discuss martial arts with Brother Xiaoyao. I heard that your martial arts have improved greatly recently. I am yearning for it, so I have come here to ask for your advice."

Ren Xiaoyao was secretly alert. The Green Shirt Guest had always been mysterious. There must be a hidden meaning behind his invitation at this time of night. "In that case, I will accompany you."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them moved at the same time, like two lightning bolts, intersecting in the night. Ren Xiaoyao drew his sword from its sheath, the sword light was like a rainbow, and each sword contained the weight of Mount Tai, intending to suppress the opponent. The man in green was agile, with a sharp palm wind, attacking Ren Xiaoyao's vital points with every move, and it was obvious that he had studied his swordsmanship quite well.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, and Ren Xiaoyao gradually realized that Qingshan's moves actually contained the essence of Taishan School's martial arts, and his doubts grew even more. "Brother Qingshan, your moves..."

The man in green sneered, "Brother Xiaoyao really has an extraordinary eye. Yes, I have studied Taishan School's martial arts, but in today's battle, you may not be able to defeat me!"

As the words fell, the Green Shirt Man's offensive suddenly intensified, and the overwhelming force made Ren Xiaoyao feel unprecedented pressure. But who was Ren Xiaoyao? He changed his mind, and his sword technique changed from defense to offense. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword light was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.

"Brother Qingshan, although you are proficient in martial arts, you have forgotten the true power of Mount Tai!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted loudly, his sword was as powerful as a mountain, majestic and awe-inspiring, and he actually forced the Qingshank guest back several steps.

The Green Shirted Guest's expression changed. He obviously had not expected that Ren Xiaoyao could comprehend the true meaning of Taishan martial arts. He snorted coldly, retreated violently, and disappeared into the vast night. "Ren Xiaoyao, you are indeed extraordinary. We will meet again!"

Looking at the direction where the Green Shirt Man left, Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword, feeling mixed emotions. He understood that this battle was not only a contest of martial arts, but also a test of one's character. On this very different night, he not only comprehended the true meaning of Taishan martial arts, but also understood the responsibility and duty that one should have as a martial artist.

"I will never let down this mountain, this sword, and this life." Ren Xiaoyao whispered to himself, turned around and looked towards the sky in the east where dawn was about to break, with a determined light in his eyes.

At this moment, on the top of Mount Tai, above the sea of ​​clouds, there seemed to be an invisible force echoing. It was Ren Xiaoyao's oath and his commitment to the future.

In the deep forest, the moonlight was like water, casting mottled shadows through the dense branches and leaves. Ren Xiaoyao stood under an ancient tree, his clothes fluttering, and a heroic look between his eyebrows. He held a long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, making a subtle sound, which formed a sharp contrast with the silence of the night. All around, the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind intertwined into a natural movement, but in this tranquility, an unusual atmosphere was born.

"Brother Ren, did you hear that?" A voice came from the shadows of the trees. It was his best friend, Duan Fei, who was also known as the "ghost shadow" in the martial arts world. Duan Fei was agile and appeared beside Ren Xiaoyao like a ghost, with sharp eyes, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

"There is something unusual going on." Ren Xiaoyao whispered. Although his voice was light, it was firm and unquestionable. "I sensed an unusual aura. It seems that someone is lurking in the dark."

Duan Fei nodded. The two of them had a tacit understanding and had already prepared a response plan without saying much. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past, and several black shadows rushed out from all directions, surrounding the two of them. The newcomers were extraordinary and obviously came prepared.

"Ren Xiaoyao, today is the day you die!" the leader shouted sternly, the knife in his hand flashing and full of murderous intent.

Ren Xiaoyao's expression did not change, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You rats, dare you try to take my life?"

As soon as the words fell, the two sides had already clashed. The flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers intersected, and the air was filled with the crisp sound of metal colliding. Ren Xiaoyao and Duan Fei cooperated perfectly, and every move was accurate, as if they could predict the enemy's next move. However, the enemy was numerous and all of them had high martial arts skills, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he suddenly jumped up, his long sword drawing an arc in the air like a dragon, pointing directly at the enemy's heart. At the same time, Duan Fei also found the right time to display his unique skills, and slapped out with one palm, the air seemed to be torn apart, with an astonishing momentum.

With two muffled groans, the two enemies fell to the ground. Seeing this, the others were frightened and their offensive weakened. Ren Xiaoyao took the opportunity to launch a general attack. The sword light was like a rainbow, and each strike contained the power of thunder and lightning. Duan Fei was also extremely brave, punching and kicking, and defeating the enemy with every move.

In a flash, all the enemies were subdued, and the forest returned to its former tranquility. Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword and looked at the mess on the ground, but his heart was calm. "Although the battle today was full of dangers, it was a safe one in the end." He turned to Duan Fei and said.

Duan Fei gently patted Ren Xiaoyao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Ren, with you by my side, why should I worry about the injustice in the world?"

"We are in the same boat, sharing life and death, this is the bond of brotherhood." Ren Xiaoyao answered loudly, the light in his eyes as bright as stars, illuminating the road ahead.

The two walked side by side and disappeared into the depths of the forest, leaving behind only a trail of determined footprints and the unfinished story of that night, waiting for the next encounter.

In the vast desert, yellow sand filled the sky, the wind sounded like ghosts and wolves howling, and it seemed that there was only endless loneliness and desolation between heaven and earth. Ren Xiaoyao galloped on his horse, and the sand and dust behind him were swept up by the strong wind, forming a spectacular tornado. His destination was a mysterious ancient city that was said to have a secret manual of peerless martial arts. This trip was not only a pursuit of the highest realm of martial arts, but also a challenge of life and death.

"Brother Xiaoyao, the ruins of the ancient city are ahead. It is said that it was once a holy place for martial arts masters to practice." Li Xunhuan, a close friend who was accompanying him, reminded him, his voice sounding a little weak in the wind.

Ren Xiaoyao nodded, his eyes firm, but he could not hide his nervousness. "We must be careful. It is said that there are countless traps hidden in the ancient city. If we are not careful, we may die here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange flute sound came from afar, echoing in the desert like a ghost, making people panic. Ren Xiaoyao and Li Xunhuan exchanged a vigilant look, and the two stopped in tacit understanding.

"This flute sound..." Li Xun Huan frowned, "It seems to contain some kind of ancient spell, which makes people feel uneasy."

Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to use his inner strength to resist the inexplicable invasion. "We must continue to move forward. We must not lose the big picture because of the small details." He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches, revealing an unquestionable determination.

The ruins of the ancient city gradually came into view. There were countless secrets hidden between the broken walls. Ren Xiaoyao and Li Xunhuan carefully shuttled through the ruins, taking every step with extreme caution. Suddenly, the ground shook, and a huge stone statue fell from the sky and headed straight for the two of them.

"Be careful!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted and pushed Li Xunhuan away. He then used his lightness skills and moved as fast as lightning to narrowly avoid the attack of the stone statue.

"That was a close call!" Li Xunhuan, still in shock, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"This is just the beginning." Ren Xiaoyao said in a deep voice, his eyes became sharper, as if he could see through the secrets of all mechanisms.

The two continued to go deeper. There were endless traps in the ancient city, but Ren Xiaoyao resolved them one by one with his extraordinary wisdom and martial arts. Finally, they stopped in front of a dilapidated hall. Inside the hall, a white-haired old man sat on a cushion, surrounded by a powerful aura.

"You are finally here." The old man spoke slowly, his voice old and powerful, "I am the guardian of this ancient city. Only by passing my test can you obtain the true martial arts treasure."

Ren Xiaoyao and Li Xunhuan looked at each other and knew that this would be a battle of life and death. They had no way to retreat and could only move forward bravely.

"We are ready." Ren Xiaoyao said firmly, holding the sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at the old man. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere that was about to break out.

The old man smiled slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Well, let me see if you are worthy of this inheritance."

As the old man finished speaking, a thrilling battle broke out in the ancient city hall. Swords flashed, fists whistled, and every move was a life-and-death contest. In the end, after a fierce battle, Ren Xiaoyao and Li Xunhuan defeated the guardian with their tacit cooperation and extraordinary strength, and obtained the martial arts secrets hidden in the ancient city.

"You did a great job." The old man's voice sounded again, this time, full of praise, "True martial arts is not only about moves, but also about the heart. You have already understood this."

Ren Xiaoyao and Li Xunhuan smiled at each other, with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in their hearts. They knew that this experience not only allowed them to grow in martial arts, but also gave them a profound spiritual baptism.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior." Ren Xiaoyao bowed respectfully, "We will carry forward this martial art and live up to your trust."

“Go, young man. The world is vast and the future belongs to you.” The old man’s figure gradually faded away, leaving behind two young men full of dreams and hopes, and an unforgettable memory of adventure.

"Let's go, Brother Xiaoyao, we still have a long way to go." Li Xunhuan patted Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder, his eyes flashing with infinite longing for the future.

"Yes, our story has just begun." Ren Xiaoyao raised a smile, turned and walked out of the ancient city, facing the unknown yet expectant tomorrow.

In the vast desert, the wind and sand are like knives, rolling up the yellow dust all over the sky, as if even the sun, moon and stars are swallowed by it. This is a place where knights and horse thieves coexist, and countless secrets and treasures may be buried under every grain of sand. Ren Xiaoyao, a young knight with unique skills but arrogant temperament, is galloping on this endless desert with only one thought in his mind - to find the legendary "Heart of the Desert", which is said to hide secrets that can rewrite the pattern of martial arts.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hoof sounds came from afar, breaking the tranquility of the desert. Ren Xiaoyao frowned, pulled the reins, and quickly scanned the surroundings with a sharp eye like a hawk. He saw a group of black-clothed and masked horse thieves emerging from behind the sand dunes. They held scimitars in their hands, and their eyes flashed with greed. They were obviously coming for him.

"Ren Xiaoyao, hand over your map and perhaps you can spare your life!" The leading horse thief shouted, his voice sounding particularly ferocious in the wind.

Ren Xiaoyao sneered, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword reflected cold light in the sun. "You want my map? Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards the enemy like an arrow from a bow.

The two sides clashed in an instant, and the flashes of swords and shadows intertwined in the air. Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was as swift as a desert storm, and every swing of the sword brought a sound of breaking through the air, making it difficult for the opponent to defend. However, the horse thieves were numerous and fierce, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Just when Ren Xiaoyao was in a tough fight, suddenly, a clear flute sounded from not far away, melodious and mysterious. The bandits seemed to be disturbed by something, and their movements began to slow down. Ren Xiaoyao seized the opportunity and killed the enemy with a sword.