The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 471

"This is it." Ren Xiaoyao gripped the sword tightly in his hand and walked into the ancient tomb side by side with Liu Mengli.

Inside the ancient tomb, the Lord of the Netherworld was leading the remaining followers to perform the final ceremony. Seeing the arrival of Ren Xiaoyao and Liu Mengli, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a crazy smile: "I didn't expect that you could really find this place. But it's too late."

"As long as there is still breath left, it is not too late." Ren Xiaoyao said in a deep voice. He and Liu Mengli looked at each other. There was no need for words, as the tacit understanding already existed in their hearts.

An unprecedented fierce battle broke out, and with the powerful power of "Demon Disintegration Technique", the two gradually gained the upper hand. At the critical moment, Ren Xiaoyao used the trick he learned from the scriptures to cut off the evil power link connecting the Netherworld Gate with one sword. The ancient seal was re-sealed, and the Lord of the Netherworld was also destroyed.

After the battle, Ren Xiaoyao and Liu Mengli stood outside the ancient tomb, looking at the rising sun, feeling relieved.

"It's finally over." Liu Mengli said softly, with a long-lost smile on her face.

"Yes, I hope that the martial arts world will be able to usher in true peace from now on." Ren Xiaoyao responded, his eyes looking into the distance, as if he saw a brighter future.

"We did it." Liu Mengli moved closer to him, and their shadows overlapped in the morning light, looking particularly warm.

"Yes, we did it." Ren Xiaoyao held her in his arms. At this moment, all the hard work and danger seemed worth it.

And the legends about them, like the endless wind, continue to spread in the martial arts world, inspiring later knights to keep moving forward for justice and peace.

As the night fell and the stars twinkled, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the dark valley. Ren Xiaoyao, known as the "Misty Swordsman" in the martial arts world, was dressed in a green shirt with an ancient long sword hanging from his waist. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, locking onto his opponent not far ahead - the masked man in black.

The man in black stood with his hands behind his back, his figure hidden in the night, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light, obviously he was no ordinary person. He snorted and said, "Ren Xiaoyao, there is no grudge between you and me, why do you have to force me to take action?"

"Because what you did has violated the taboos of the martial arts world." Ren Xiaoyao's tone was calm, but with unquestionable determination, "Hurting innocent people and stealing secret manuals, these crimes, as a martial artist, I have to intervene."

The man in black sneered, and his aura suddenly became cold: "Then let's try it out, let's see whether your sword, the 'Piaomiao Swordsman', is faster, or my 'Netherworld Finger' is more powerful!"

After saying that, the figure of the man in black flashed, approaching like a ghost, with his five fingers forming claws, and went straight for Ren Xiaoyao's throat. This move, "Netherworld Soul Snatching", was extremely vicious, and a chill seemed to condense in the air.

Ren Xiaoyao's body was light and he stepped on his toes as if he was walking in the air, easily avoiding the fatal blow. He smiled faintly, and before the sword was unsheathed, he had already gathered a sword energy in his palm, and swung it out suddenly. A clear sword light cut through the night sky and rushed straight to the face of the man in black.

"What a great saying, 'The sword hasn't even been unsheathed, but the intention is already there'!" The man in black exclaimed, and quickly retreated. At the same time, he used both hands to shoot several hidden weapons like raindrops at Ren Xiaoyao, each of which was packed with poison.

Ren Xiaoyao's body was agile, as if he was one with the sword. The sword energy surrounded his body, forming an invisible barrier that deflected the hidden weapons one by one. He knew in his heart that the opponent's strength was unfathomable. He did not want to take anyone's life unless he had no choice, but today's battle seemed unavoidable.

"In that case, I will have no choice but to use my true strength!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted softly, and the long sword was finally slowly drawn out. The sword light was like water, flowing with a faint blue light. It was the result of the fusion of his internal strength and sword intent that he had practiced for many years.

"The blue dragon comes out of the sea!" With a clear whistle, Ren Xiaoyao's figure shuttled around like a dragon, and the sword light suddenly became brighter, turning into a giant blue dragon, soaring into the sky, and then swooping down, sweeping towards the man in black.

The man in black focused his eyes, not daring to delay, and surging his whole body with true Qi, he pushed out his palms, forming a black air wall, trying to resist the thunderous blow. However, when the dragon-like sword energy hit the air wall, there was a loud bang, and the man in black was shocked and retreated repeatedly, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering internal injuries.

"You...what kind of swordsmanship is this?" The man in black looked pale and looked at Ren Xiaoyao in disbelief.

"This is a unique skill passed down in my family, the 'Blue Sea Tide Rising Sword'." Ren Xiaoyao sheathed the sword, his eyes returning to their usual gentleness, but also hiding a bit of determination, "I didn't mean to hurt you, but if you don't repent, next time, I won't show mercy."

The man in black was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Ren Xiaoyao, you are indeed a worthy opponent. I accept today's defeat. But I will not give up. One day, I will come back."

After saying this, the man in black turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the night, leaving Ren Xiaoyao standing alone, looking into the distance with a complicated look in his eyes. He knew that the grudges and hatreds in the rivers and lakes were far from being that simple, but as long as he had justice in his heart and a sword in his hand, he was fearless.

"Let's go. The road ahead is long and there are more people and things that need me to protect." Ren Xiaoyao whispered to himself, then turned around and continued on his way forward.

The valley returned to silence again, with only the night wind blowing gently through the treetops, making a rustling sound, as if responding to Ren Xiaoyao's words. The moonlight sprinkled on his resolute back, covering him with a layer of silver light, making him look particularly lonely and determined.

Just as Ren Xiaoyao was about to leave, a faint groan suddenly came from the bushes not far away, interrupting his steps. He frowned and immediately walked towards the sound alertly, and found a ragged young man lying on the ground, his face pale, obviously seriously injured.

"Brother, how are you?" Ren Xiaoyao squatted down, reached out to feel the man's pulse, and found that although he was seriously injured, he still had a glimmer of hope.

The young man opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he saw Ren Xiaoyao, a trace of surprise and gratitude flashed in his eyes: "Thank you... for saving me, hero... I am Xiaoliu from Qingfeng Village. Our village was attacked by bandits, and I escaped..."

"Qingfeng Village?" Ren Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment. Although Qingfeng Village was not big, it was a famous bandit nearby. They robbed the rich and helped the poor, and were very popular among the people. "Don't worry, I will help you treat your wound. I can't just sit back and watch the affairs of Qingfeng Village."

After that, Ren Xiaoyao took out a bottle of pills from his arms and fed it to Xiao Liu. This was the healing medicine he brought from his master, which was extremely effective in stabilizing injuries. After Xiao Liu took the medicine, his complexion gradually improved and his breathing became much more stable.

"Sir, you are truly our savior..." Xiao Liu was filled with gratitude and struggled to stand up and salute, but was stopped by Ren Xiaoyao.

"Getting a good rest is the key. Leave the rest to me." Ren Xiaoyao comforted him gently, then stood up and looked towards Qingfeng Village with a sharp gaze. "How can I, Ren Xiaoyao, sit idly by while bandits are rampant?"

In the night, Ren Xiaoyao's figure was like a wisp of green smoke, running quickly towards Qingfeng Village. Along the way, he was thinking about how to quickly solve the problem of bandits and protect innocent people. He knew that the true way of the rivers and lakes was not only a contest of swords, but also a practice of heart and responsibility.

Soon, the outline of Qingfeng Village gradually became clear in the night. There were flames all around the village, and shouts and cries were intertwined, creating a chaotic scene. Ren Xiaoyao's heart tightened, and he sped up, jumping into the village in a few jumps.

Dozens of bandits were seen fighting fiercely with the remaining guards of Qingfeng Village, and the situation was critical. Ren Xiaoyao did not hesitate at all, and drew his sword, the sword flashed like lightning, and he joined the battle in an instant. His swordsmanship was fast and accurate, and every sword was just right, which could not only inflict heavy damage to the enemy, but also protect the innocent. Soon, the bandits were defeated under his offensive.

“Stop!” Ren Xiaoyao shouted, pointing his sword at the last few bandit leaders. “Put down your weapons and surrender, or I will be merciless!”

The bandits looked at each other, and seeing Ren Xiaoyao's imposing manner, and remembering the previous scene of the black-clothed man's defeat, they couldn't help but feel frightened, and finally dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

The crisis of Qingfeng Village was resolved, and the villagers gathered around and expressed their gratitude to Ren Xiaoyao. Ren Xiaoyao just smiled and said, "Protecting the weak and punishing evil is my responsibility as a martial artist."

Amid the crowd's gratitude, Ren Xiaoyao found Xiaoliu, confirmed that he was fine, and prepared to leave. Before leaving, Xiaoliu held Ren Xiaoyao's hand tightly, his eyes full of admiration: "Hero, you are the hero in our hearts, Qingfeng Village will always welcome you!"

"The road ahead is long, take care of yourselves." Ren Xiaoyao patted Xiaoliu's shoulder gently, turned and left, leaving everyone with a proud and free-spirited back. Just like his name, he roamed the world, doing justice and helping others, regardless of east or west.

In the night wind, his figure gradually faded away, but his justice and courage left a deep impression in everyone's heart and became a legend passed down in the world.

"Brother Ren, please stay!" Just as Ren Xiaoyao was about to disappear into the night, a deep and powerful voice sounded. Zhao Meng, the second in command of Qingfeng Village, caught up with him, holding a pot of wine and a package in his hand. "It's a long journey, I hope Brother Ren will accept this little gift."

Ren Xiaoyao stopped and turned to look at the panting Zhao Meng, with a hint of surprise and tenderness in his eyes. "Brother Zhao, you have already suffered heavy losses, I can't accept these."

"Brother Ren, you saved our Qingfeng Village. This kindness cannot be measured by a few bottles of wine or a few pieces of clothing." Zhao Meng said sincerely, and stuffed the things into Ren Xiaoyao's hands. "If you hadn't shown up in time, I'm afraid our village would have been destroyed today. Please be sure to accept it, just as a token of our appreciation."

Ren Xiaoyao saw Zhao Meng's firm attitude and stopped refusing. He took the wine pot and the package and smiled: "Well, I will be honored to refuse. I hope that the next time we meet, it will be in a more festive occasion."

"It will definitely be so." Zhao Meng nodded, and the two smiled at each other. A tacit understanding unique to heroes flowed in the air.

At this moment, a slight breeze blew, bringing a hint of unusual breath. Ren Xiaoyao frowned and looked around vigilantly, while Zhao Meng seemed to sense something and tightened the handle of the knife in his hand.

"Brother Ren, there is murderous intent." Zhao Meng warned in a low voice. The two men stood back to back, vigilantly observing the movements around them.

"It seems that tonight's peace is only temporary." Ren Xiaoyao's tone was calm, but the true energy in his body was already circulating secretly, ready to deal with possible attacks at any time.

Suddenly, several men in black rushed out from the shadows. They held sharp blades and had fierce eyes. They were obviously not good people. The leader sneered and said, "Ren Xiaoyao, you ruined our good thing. Today is the day you die!"

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes fixed, sword in hand, he replied coldly: "If you want to take my life, let's see if you have the ability to do so."

The battle was about to break out, Ren Xiaoyao and Zhao Meng fought back to back, cooperating tacitly, the shadows of swords and the lights of knives intertwined into a web of death, enveloping the man in black. Every confrontation was accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collision and sparks flying.

After a fierce battle, the men in black were finally defeated and fell one after another. The leader of the men in black tried to escape, but was stabbed in the throat by Ren Xiaoyao, ending his sinful life.

After the battle, Ren Xiaoyao and Zhao Meng stood opposite each other, with a little more respect in each other's eyes.

"This time, I am grateful for the help of Brother Ren, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous." Zhao Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling very grateful.

Ren Xiaoyao shook his head slightly. "Brother Zhao is exaggerating. We are all people of the martial arts world. We should stick together. However, there may be a bigger conspiracy behind this matter. We need to be vigilant."

"Brother Ren is absolutely right. We will step up our vigilance." Zhao Meng nodded in agreement.