The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 519

"Ren Xiaoyao, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, I will fight alongside you." Murong Wan'er said firmly.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled back, "With you by my side, I have nothing to fear."

They set out on their journey home, their hearts filled with hope and strength. They knew that the road ahead was still long, but they believed that as long as they walked hand in hand, they would be able to overcome all difficulties and reach the other shore in their hearts.

In the vast desert, the wind and sand are like knives, cutting every inch of exposed skin. This is a forbidden place in the eyes of the people in the martial arts world. Countless heroes have left immortal legends here, but they are also buried here. Ren Xiaoyao, a young knight with unique skills, is walking alone on the yellow sand, looking for the legendary treasure - "Meteorite from outer space".

The sun in the desert was so hot that it seemed to scorch the earth, but Ren Xiaoyao's eyes were firm, as if the heat had nothing to do with him. He held tightly in his hand a yellowed map with clues to the treasure marked on it, and in his heart, he was burning with a desire to reach the highest level of martial arts.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound broke through the silence of the desert, and a group of masked men in black clothes emerged from all directions, holding sharp blades and with greed in their eyes. "Hand over the map and I'll spare your life!" The leader shouted sternly, his voice sounding particularly harsh in the wind and sand.

Ren Xiaoyao's mouth corners slightly raised and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "If you want my map, it depends on whether you have the ability." Just as the voice fell, his figure flashed, like a gust of wind in the desert, and he instantly appeared in front of a man in black. He slapped him with one palm, and the man fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The battle was extremely fierce, with swords and sabers interweaving in the desert into a bloody scene. Ren Xiaoyao was agile and nimble, and every move was accurate and precise, repelling the enemies one by one. However, the enemy had a large number of people and their offensive was continuous. Although Ren Xiaoyao was a martial arts expert, he could not help but feel the pressure.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly found a flaw in the enemy's formation. He seized the opportunity, turned his body, and rushed straight to the heart of the enemy's formation. He was seen dancing with the long sword in his hand, the sword light was like a dragon, invincible, and for a moment, the enemies fell one after another, and wailing sounded one after another.

Finally, after a fierce battle, Ren Xiaoyao stood beside the body of the last man in black, breathing rapidly, but his eyes were full of the joy of victory. He slowly sheathed his sword and looked around. The desert was still vast, but at this moment, it no longer seemed so desolate, because this was the place where he could prove his strength.

"Ren Xiaoyao, you really live up to the name 'Xiaoyao'." A crisp voice sounded behind him. Ren Xiaoyao turned around and saw a woman in green standing not far away. There was admiration and curiosity in her eyes that was hard to conceal.

"Who is the girl?" Ren Xiaoyao asked with a fist clasped, secretly alert in his heart. After all, in this desert, anyone could be a potential enemy.

The woman in green smiled slightly and walked towards Ren Xiaoyao with light steps. "My name is Luluo, and I'm a pharmacist traveling around the world. I heard that there was a treasure here, so I came to check it out."

The two people's eyes met, and the wind and sand in the desert seemed to stop at this moment. An inexplicable emotion rose in Ren Xiaoyao's heart, as if he had found a trace of warmth in this desolate place.

"Since we are all treasure hunters, why don't we go together? Maybe we can get twice the result with half the effort." Luoluo suggested, with anticipation in her eyes.

Ren Xiaoyao pondered for a moment, and finally nodded, "Okay, with the girl's help, this trip will be smoother."

So, Ren Xiaoyao and Luluo walked side by side and continued their adventure. The wind and sand in the desert were still there, but in their hearts, they already had each other's support. This journey was destined to be full of more unknowns and hopes.

"Ren Xiaoyao, do you know that in this desert, in addition to treasures, there are many unsolved mysteries." Luoluo said softly, looking towards the distant horizon, where the sun was slowly setting, dyeing the entire desert golden.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly when he heard this, "The unknown is the greatest temptation, isn't it? As long as we have courage in our hearts, why fear the long road ahead."

The two smiled at each other, continued moving forward, and disappeared into the golden sea of ​​sand under the setting sun.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the top of the majestic Mount Tai. The mountain wind was a bit cold, but it couldn't blow away the tense atmosphere in the air. Ren Xiaoyao stood on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering, like a lonely and proud immortal. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything in the world. At this moment, he was facing a sudden challenge, and his opponent was a mysterious master he had never seen before.

"Who are you? Why are you visiting Mount Tai so late at night? And what brings you here?" Ren Xiaoyao's voice was steady but alert.

The other person slowly walked out of the shadows. He was tall and had a black veil on his face, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. "I have heard of Ren Xiaoyao's great name for a long time, and I have come here to learn from him." His voice was low, but full of magnetism, revealing a power that should not be underestimated.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, without saying much, but gently drew out the long sword from his waist, pointing the tip of the sword to the night sky, as if waiting for something. "Please!" He uttered a word lightly, and the sword light immediately cut through the night sky, like a flash of lightning, going straight to the opponent's vital point.

The mysterious master was not to be outdone, and suddenly an iron rod appeared in his hand. As he swung it, the wind whistled, and it collided with Ren Xiaoyao's sword, making a deafening sound. The two fought, and every move was full of strength and skill. The top of Mount Tai suddenly became their battlefield.

Swords and sticks intersected, and countless bright sparks seemed to bloom in the night sky, and every collision made the surrounding air vibrate. Ren Xiaoyao secretly admired in his heart that the strength of this mysterious master was far beyond his expectations, and every move made him dare not be careless.

"Well done, Ren Xiaoyao. Your swordsmanship is indeed superb, but today, I will definitely defeat you!" There was a firmness in the voice of the mysterious master, and the attack with the iron stick in his hand became more fierce.

Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly. He knew that if he wanted to win, he had to make a breakthrough. So, after a fierce battle, he suddenly sheathed his sword and floated to the side like a fallen leaf, avoiding the opponent's attack. Then, he turned around, pointed his sword at the ground, and muttered something, as if he was performing some secret technique.

The mysterious master was shocked when he saw this, but he did not panic. Instead, he became more cautious. He knew that a true duel between masters often depends on the variables of that instant.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he moved, appearing behind the mysterious master like a ghost, and the tip of his sword lightly touched the opponent's shoulder armor. "You lost." He said lightly, without any pride in his tone, only respect for this battle.

Upon hearing this, the mysterious master slowly put down the iron rod and took off his veil, revealing a handsome face. It turned out to be the famous "Iron Fist" Li Wushuang in the martial arts world. "Brother Ren's swordsmanship is indeed amazing. Li was defeated miserably and was convinced."

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, sheathed his sword, and extended his hand to Li Wushuang, "The road ahead is long, I hope we can still exchange martial arts in the future."

Li Wushuang held Ren Xiaoyao's hand, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, "Brother Ren is so kind, I will remember this."

The two men smiled at each other, and the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated, leaving only Taishan under the moonlight, witnessing this wonderful duel.

On the top of the majestic Mount Tai, surrounded by clouds and mist, it looks like a fairyland. This is a holy place that martial artists yearn for, and it is also the place where many grudges in the martial arts world end. Today, there is an unusual atmosphere on Mount Tai, and the air seems to be mixed with a hint of tension and uneasiness.

Ren Xiaoyao stood on the edge of the cliff, his sleeves fluttering, like an immortal standing in the wind. His eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate the clouds and look directly into people's hearts. At this moment, he was facing a master from the Five Poison Sect - Poison Scorpion. Poison Scorpion was dressed in a black robe, with a cold face, holding a long sword with a green glow in his hand, which was obviously a highly poisonous object.

"Ren Xiaoyao, there is no grudge between you and me. Why do you want to stop me from doing what the Five Poison Sect does?" The Poison Scorpion's voice was low and threatening.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, his eyes firm, "The rules of the martial arts world cannot be broken. Your Five Poison Sect is too cruel. If you don't stop today, I'm afraid you will attract public outrage in the martial arts world."

The poisonous scorpion sneered, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a residual shadow. Ren Xiaoyao was alert, and instantly drew out the long sword from his waist, tapped the ground with the tip of the sword, and leaped backwards like an arrow from a bow. The long sword of the poisonous scorpion brushed past the corner of his clothes, and there was a dangerous situation.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, with swords flying everywhere and rocks shaking. Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was agile, and every move was a sure-kill for the enemy; while the poisonous scorpion was vicious and cruel, and every move was deadly. On the top of Mount Tai, the weather changed dramatically, and a life-and-death duel was taking place.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. He saw the flaw in the Poison Scorpion's swordsmanship and killed the Poison Scorpion with one sword, which was extremely accurate. The Poison Scorpion was terrified, but it was too late to save the situation. He could only watch his defeat.

"Ren Xiaoyao, you win." The poisonous scorpion fell to the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of unwillingness, "But my Five Poison Sect will not let this go, you will pay the price for this."

Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword, his expression calm: "On the road of martial arts, there are advances and retreats. If you can turn over a new leaf, I, Ren Xiaoyao, am willing to lend you a helping hand."

Hearing this, a complex look flashed across the eyes of the poisonous scorpion, and he finally closed his eyes. Ren Xiaoyao stood on the top of Mount Tai, looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that the road of the rivers and lakes was always full of unknowns and challenges, but he was not afraid to move forward.

"Brother Xiaoyao, are you okay?" A concerned voice came from a distance. It was his confidante Murong Xue. She walked over quickly, her eyes full of worry.

Ren Xiaoyao turned around, a warm smile on his face: "It's okay, everything is over."

Murong Xue said softly: "You are always like this, carrying all the dangers on your shoulders. But please remember, I am not a burden to you, we are partners fighting side by side."

Ren Xiaoyao held her hand tightly, a warm feeling welling up in his heart: "With you by my side, I have nothing to fear."

The two smiled at each other, and the top of Mount Tai witnessed their deep love and commitment. Although the world is far away, as long as they have each other's company, they can go to the end of the world together.

In the deep desert, the wind and sand roll like waves, rolling up the yellow sand all over the sky. This is a place where no one cares about. Only the tough camel thorn and the lonely traveler can find a glimmer of life in this desolate place. Ren Xiaoyao, a young knight in a green shirt, is walking alone in this boundless desert. His eyes are firm, as if he can penetrate the endless wind and sand and see the hope in the distance.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid horse hooves broke the tranquility of the desert. A group of fully armed men in black came galloping from behind the sand dunes, aiming directly at Ren Xiaoyao. The leader had a ferocious face, holding a long knife, and his eyes flashed with greed. "Hand over your treasure, or you will never leave this desert alive!" He roared, his voice swallowed by the wind and sand, but still looked powerful.

Ren Xiaoyao raised his lips slightly, revealing a sneer. He didn't know when a long sword appeared in his hand. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a subtle humming sound, as if he was eager for a hearty battle. "Treasure? What treasure do you want?" He asked lightly, with disdain in his tone.

"Hmph! We naturally have a way to find out!" The leader of the men in black swung his sword forward, and the people behind him followed closely, forming a black torrent and rushing towards Ren Xiaoyao.

Ren Xiaoyao moved, like a phantom in the desert, and disappeared in an instant. The next moment, he appeared on the enemy's flank, waving his sword, the sword light was like a dragon, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by a muffled groan, and the enemies fell one after another, splashing blood on the sand.

The battle was fierce but short. When the last ray of sword light dissipated, Ren Xiaoyao stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by a faint murderous aura. He gently wiped the blood off the sword, glanced around, and after confirming that there were no fish that had escaped the net, he slowly sheathed the sword.