The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 503

As soon as the words fell, the two sides drew their swords, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere that was about to explode. The shadow swordsman took the lead and swept his sword across, as fast as lightning, directly hitting Ren Xiaoyao's vital points. Ren Xiaoyao's figure shook, dodging like a ghost, and his long sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the momentum of the counterattack was extremely fierce.

The two men's weapons collided in the night, sparks flew, and every clash was accompanied by a deafening sound of metal collision. The swordsmiths in the villa were awakened, but they did not dare to approach. They could only watch the battle from afar, and they were worried about Ren Xiaoyao.

The battle intensified, the shadow swordsman's swordsmanship was strange and changeable, but Ren Xiaoyao relied on his superb swordsmanship and familiarity with the terrain of the Sword Forging Villa to escape danger again and again. However, as the battle continued, Ren Xiaoyao gradually discovered that the opponent was not fighting alone, but was well prepared, and men in black continued to pour out from all sides, forming a siege.

Facing the heavy siege, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with determination. He took a deep breath, pointed the tip of his sword at the sky, and a majestic aura burst out from his body. The air around him seemed to tremble. "How can we allow you to defile the Sword Forging Villa!"

Before he finished speaking, Ren Xiaoyao moved, like an arrow from a bow, and rushed into the enemy group, his sword flashing, and every strike was accurate. Wherever the sword wind passed, the enemies fell to the ground. Seeing this, the shadow swordsman roared, swung his sword and rushed towards Ren Xiaoyao again, intending to fight for his life.

The two men fought again. This time, Ren Xiaoyao did not hold back. He turned his sword and stabbed into the gap in Shadow Blade's defense at a clever angle, killing him with one blow. Shadow Blade's eyes widened and he fell down in disbelief. Until the last moment of his life, he did not expect to be defeated by Ren Xiaoyao.

The battle finally subsided, and the Sword Forging Villa returned to peace. Only the blazing blacksmith furnace still witnessed everything that had just happened. Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword and turned to face the swordsmiths in the villa. Their eyes were full of awe and gratitude.

"Brother Xiaoyao, you are truly the great hero of our Sword Forging Villa!" An old swordsmith stepped forward and said excitedly.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, a hint of fatigue flashed in his eyes, but more of it was determination and pride. "Sword Forging Villa is my home, and it is my duty to protect it."

After this battle, Ren Xiaoyao's reputation spread throughout the martial arts world, and Zhujian Villa became more stable because of him. And he, as usual, guarded this land he loved deeply until the next challenge came.

The moonlight sprinkled on the ancient sword-making villa like water, and the night wind blew gently, carrying the smell of iron sand and furnace fire. Ren Xiaoyao stood in front of a huge furnace, his eyes flashing with a calmness and determination that was not commensurate with his age. Beside him were piles of sword blanks that had not yet been tempered into shape, each of which carried the hard work and expectations of the swordsmith.

"Xiaoyao, are you really going to do this?" The old swordsmith's voice came from behind, with a hint of worry, "This sword is the most difficult attempt in the villa in a hundred years."

Ren Xiaoyao turned around and faced the gray-haired old man, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes: "Master, I must give it a try. This is not only a pursuit of the sword, but also a challenge to my own limits."

The old swordsmith sighed, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "Okay, but you have to remember that sword-forging is like forging your heart, you can't have any distracting thoughts."

After saying this, the old swordsmith stepped aside and handed the furnace to Ren Xiaoyao. Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he was talking to a voice deep in his heart. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with everything around him.

He began to dance, and every swing of the tongs and every pour of ore was as smooth and natural as flowing water. The fire jumped in his hands, and seemed to sense his determination and burned even more fiercely.

However, at this critical moment, an ominous wind blew, breaking the tranquility of the Sword Forging Villa. A group of men in black appeared silently outside the villa, holding sharp blades, their eyes full of greed and murderous intent.

"It seems that someone doesn't want to see this sword come into the world." The old swordsmith tightly grasped the sword in his hand, ready to meet the enemy.

Ren Xiaoyao did not stop what he was doing, but said calmly: "Master, you guard this place well. I must finish this sword."

The men in black were approaching step by step, their swords drawn, and the air was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere. However, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to be out of the picture, and he devoted his whole body and soul to forging the sword. The fire reflected on his face, and sweat slid down his cheeks, but his eyes were firm and unwavering.

Finally, when the last hammer fell, the sword embryo made a crisp sound, as if announcing its birth. Ren Xiaoyao slowly took the sword out of the furnace. At that moment, the entire Sword Forging Villa was illuminated by the light of the newly forged sword.

The men in black saw this and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes. The leader shouted, "Quick, kill him. Don't let this sword fall into the hands of others!"

A fierce battle was inevitable, Ren Xiaoyao held the newly forged sword and faced numerous enemies. The sword light was like a dragon, shuttling between the men in black, and every sword was accurate, as if the sword had a spirit and could sense the will of its master.

The battle was fierce, but Ren Xiaoyao was unusually calm. His swordsmanship was just as smooth and natural as when he forged the sword, and every move was just right. In the end, when the last ray of sword light dissipated, all the men in black fell to the ground, but Ren Xiaoyao stood firm, with the sword in his hand still sharp.

"Master, we succeeded." Ren Xiaoyao turned and said to the old swordsmith, with joy that was hard to conceal in his voice.

The old swordsmith stepped forward and looked at the newly forged sword, his eyes full of pride: "Yes, Xiaoyao, you did it. This is not only the glory of the Sword Forging Villa, but also your own achievement."

The two smiled at each other. Under the night sky, the Sword Forging Villa returned to its former tranquility. Only the newly forged sword shone with an unusual glow in the moonlight, as if foreshadowing infinite possibilities for the future.

The moonlight was like a thread, shining through the ancient pine forest on the top of Mount Tai. In the silence, only the whisper of the wind was heard through the treetops. Ren Xiaoyao stood on a huge rock, his clothes fluttering, his eyes deep, as if he could penetrate the curtain of the night and see the secrets deep in people's hearts. In his hand was a long sword, the edge was restrained, but it faintly revealed an aura that should not be underestimated.

"Ren Xiaoyao, you are finally here." A light laugh came from the darkness, accompanied by the rustling of fallen leaves, and a figure slowly stepped into the moonlight. The man was dressed in a green shirt, with a handsome face, but with a bit of cunning and coldness in his eyes. It was Xiao Wuhen, known as the "Ghost Sword" in the martial arts world.

"Brother Xiao, how are you?" Ren Xiaoyao nodded slightly, his tone calm, but he could not hide his vigilance.

"Brother Xiaoyao is still as charming and elegant as ever, but I don't know why you are climbing Mount Tai today?" Xiao Wuhen curled his lips into a smile and his eyes wandered over Ren Xiaoyao, as if looking for some flaws.

"I heard there are strange rocks on Mount Tai, so I came here to see them." Ren Xiaoyao said calmly, and the sword in his hand shook lightly, making a crisp dragon roar. "I didn't expect to meet Brother Xiao here, it's really a pleasant surprise."

"Strange stone? Haha, Brother Ren is really humorous." Xiao Wuhen laughed, but there was a hint of coldness in his laughter. "However, since Brother Ren is interested in this, I will accompany you to the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wuhen flashed and appeared in front of Ren Xiaoyao like a ghost. The long sword in his hand turned into a silver light and went straight for his throat. Ren Xiaoyao was quick-witted and swung his long sword horizontally to block the attack. The two weapons collided, making a sound of metal clashing, which echoed in the silent forest.

"Brother Xiao, you have a good trick!" Ren Xiaoyao praised, and then turned his body, the tip of the sword drew an arc in the air, and stabbed towards Xiao Wuhen's left rib. Xiao Wuhen dodged sideways, and at the same time, he swung his sword back with a fierce attack.

The two fought hard under the moonlight, their swords were full of energy, and every move contained deep internal strength, making the surrounding trees sway, as if they were also trembling at this duel between masters. The top of Mount Tai became the stage for their battle, and the swords flashed like a meteor across the night sky.

However, after a fierce battle, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly put away his sword and stood up, looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, as if he had some realization. "Brother Xiao, why do we have to fight? The world is so big, why should we be confined to this place?"

Xiao Wuhen also stopped his attack after hearing this. He followed Ren Xiaoyao's gaze and saw the rolling sea of ​​clouds and the upside-down galaxy. Suddenly, he felt a bit proud. "Brother Ren is right. As warriors, we should pursue the highest level of martial arts, not fame and fortune."

The two smiled at each other, and the tension between them instantly dissipated, as if they had never fought. Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword and turned to face Xiao Wuhen: "I benefited a lot from the battle tonight. If there is a chance in the future, please teach me again, Brother Xiao."

"Brother Ren, you are too kind. After tonight's battle, I have also learned something." Xiao Wuhen bowed and said, "The road ahead is long. I hope we can all find our own path."

Under the moonlight, the two men's backs gradually faded away, leaving only a quiet forest to witness this brief but profound duel. The top of Mount Tai returned to peace again, but in this peace, there was a deeper understanding and respect for martial arts.

"Brother Ren, we part today and I don't know when we will meet again." Xiao Wuhen's voice drifted away in the night wind.

"The world is vast, and we will meet again if we are destined to." Ren Xiaoyao's voice also disappeared with the wind, leaving behind his infinite longing for the future.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the top of the ancient Mount Tai, and the mountain breeze was cool, blowing over every inch of rock and pine trees. Ren Xiaoyao stood on the ridge, his clothes fluttering, his eyes fixed on the ancient temple in front of him, it was a long-abandoned Taoist temple, and it was said that there was a treasure hidden in the martial arts world. Under the night, the ancient temple looked particularly mysterious, as if it was hiding countless secrets.

"Xiaoyao, do you really want to go in?" Xiaodie, the junior sister beside him, asked softly, with worry in her voice, "It is said that strange things have happened in this ancient temple. Even the people of the Five Poison Sect dare not set foot in it easily."

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with determination: "Some things have to be done by someone. Besides, why would I, Ren Xiaoyao, be afraid of these nonsense?"

After that, he took a step forward, and like a ghost in the night, he approached the ancient temple silently. The door of the ancient temple was half-closed, and the wind blew through it, making a creaking sound, as if telling stories of the past.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a musty smell hit my nose, and dust flew in the moonlight, like particles of ancient times. Ren Xiaoyao drew the long sword from his waist, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, making a crisp sound that echoed in the silent ancient temple.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, the candlelight flickered, and the light in the ancient temple was dim. Ren Xiaoyao looked around vigilantly, and saw a pair of green eyes quietly emerging in the corner. They were the masters of the Five Poison Sect. They had been lurking for a long time, waiting for their prey to fall into their trap.

"Hmph, finally someone comes to seek death." A deep voice sounded, and the masters of the Five Poison Sect slowly walked out of the shadows and surrounded Ren Xiaoyao.

Ren Xiaoyao raised a cold smile, swung his sword, and the sword light was like a dragon, going straight to the enemy's head. A fierce battle broke out instantly, sword shadows intertwined, poisonous fog filled the air, and the breath of death was filled in the air.

Xiaodie waited anxiously outside, praying silently in her heart. She knew that although Ren Xiaoyao was a martial arts master, the poison techniques of the Five Poison Sect were mysterious and unpredictable. If she was not careful, she would be doomed.

The battle entered a fierce stage. Ren Xiaoyao defeated the enemies one by one with his extraordinary swordsmanship and calm judgment. At the last moment, he faced the leader of the Five Poison Sect, an unfathomable master. The two confronted each other, and the sword energy and poison gas collided in the air, making a deafening roar.

"Your swordsmanship is indeed impressive, but unfortunately, you are still too young." The leader sneered, the poison needle in his hand flashing with cold light.

Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination: "Then let me see, is your poison faster, or is my sword faster!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the leader like an arrow from a bow. With a flash of sword light, the poison needle broke, and the leader was horrified and killed by Ren Xiaoyao's sword.