The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 520

At this moment, the top of Mount Tai seemed to become even more peaceful. Ren Xiaoyao's figure was looming in the clouds, like a true martial arts master, looking down on the crowd and watching the wind and clouds with a smile.

The last ray of afterglow in the sky gradually dissipated, and the night spread like ink. The crescent moon appeared and disappeared in the clouds, reflecting this ancient and mysterious land - the desert. The yellow sand was endless, and the wind was whistling, as if telling the glory and tragedy of the past. At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao was standing alone on the ruins of a long-abandoned ancient city, his clothes fluttering, and his eyes looking deeply into the distance. This was the once prosperous ancient city in the desert, but now only the ruins and those secrets that have not been erased by time are left.

He sighed softly, feeling mixed emotions. He had come here for a secret, but he had never expected to encounter so many misfortunes here. In the desert, people's hearts are unpredictable, and heroes from all walks of life gathered here to explore the legendary treasure. And tonight, a battle of life and death is about to begin...

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence, and several men in black rushed out from the darkness and surrounded Ren Xiaoyao. "Brother Ren, we meet again." The leader took off his mask, revealing a familiar face. It was Duan Fei, who had met him once in the inn that day.

"Brother Duan, I wonder what brings you here so late at night?" Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly, having a bad feeling in his heart.

Duan Fei sneered: "Brother Ren is indeed smart. In that case, there is no need to beat around the bush. Hand over the clues in your hand, otherwise..." Before he finished speaking, he had drawn the long sword from his waist, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Ren Xiaoyao.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere became extremely tense. Ren Xiaoyao did not draw his sword, but smiled faintly: "Brother Duan, you are too serious. Xiaoyao has no intention of getting involved in this treasure matter, but if someone wants to threaten me with this, that is another matter."

"Humph! Empty words!" Duan Fei shouted angrily and took the lead in attacking. In an instant, the sword light flashed and the cold air was pressing. Ren Xiaoyao's body shook and he easily avoided the attack. At the same time, he flipped his right hand and a slender soft sword appeared in his hand.

The two fought hard under the moonlight, swords crossed each other, and the wind was howling. Although Ren Xiaoyao was a master of swordsmanship, he was gradually at a disadvantage as the other side outnumbered him. At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the battle circle like a ghost, and the man said in a deep voice: "Stop!"

The visitor was a white-haired old man in a gray robe, holding an iron crutch, with eyes as sharp as an eagle. Seeing this, everyone withdrew their hands and stepped back, not daring to act rashly. "Who is this senior..." Ren Xiaoyao thought to himself, but also became alert.

The old man spoke slowly: "While you are fighting, have you ever thought about the truth behind this treasure? What you are fighting for is nothing but the evil left by your predecessors."

The whole audience was shocked when this was said. Duan Fei and the others looked at each other, as if they were all wondering whether the old man's words made sense. "What you said is very true, but this matter involves the interests of many sects, and it cannot be resolved in a few words." Finally, Duan Fei stood up and responded.

“Alas…” The old man sighed, “Forget it, I won’t say any more. I just hope you can think twice before you act, and don’t be blinded by greed.”

After saying that, the old man turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, a gust of wind blew up the yellow sand all over the sky, covering everyone. When the dust settled, the old man had disappeared. Everyone looked at each other, each with their own thoughts.

Ren Xiaoyao looked at the direction where the old man was going, with mixed feelings in his heart. This sudden battle made him realize that in this desert full of unknowns and dangers, only by keeping a clear head can he find the real answer.

"Brother Ren, how about we just let today's matter go?" Duan Fei said with a slightly tired tone.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly and nodded, "Alright, I hope we can turn enemies into friends in the future."

Duan Fei heard this and nodded with a complicated expression, then led his men away. Ren Xiaoyao stood alone, looking at the starry sky, with an inexplicable emotion in his heart. Perhaps, in this vast desert, everyone is looking for their own treasure...

"Brother Ren, take care!" Duan Fei's voice came from a distance, gradually fading away.

Ren Xiaoyao responded softly: "You too..." The voice echoed in the night wind and gradually dissipated.

The setting sun shone obliquely, dyeing the sky blood red. Ren Xiaoyao stood alone on the top of the majestic Mount Tai, looking at the magnificent scenery in front of him, but his heart was calm. At this moment, he was in deep thought, as if the weight of Mount Tai could not crush his thoughts.

"Why do I always feel that things in this world are completely different from what I imagined?" Ren Xiaoyao whispered to himself, revealing a bit of confusion in his words.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the bottom of the mountain, breaking the surrounding tranquility. A masked man in black clothes holding a long sword ran up, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Ren Xiaoyao, today is the day you die!" the man in black said sternly. His voice echoed in the mountains, adding a bit of murderous intent.

Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly, slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, and pointed the tip of the sword at the other party: "Who are you? How dare you be so presumptuous here!"

The man in black sneered, his body suddenly accelerated, and the long sword in his hand turned into a cold light, piercing Ren Xiaoyao's chest. Ren Xiaoyao's body shook, and he easily avoided the attack, then he backhanded the sword, and the tip of the sword went straight to the opponent's throat like a spirit snake.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, swords flashed, sword energy was everywhere, and the top of Mount Tai was turbulent. The black-clothed man's attack became more and more fierce, and every move was determined to kill him; while Ren Xiaoyao remained calm, every defense was just right, and his counterattack was extremely swift.

Suddenly, the man in black slashed with his sword. When Ren Xiaoyao dodged sideways, he unexpectedly knew this move well. He raised his left hand and a hidden weapon flew through the air. In a hurry, Ren Xiaoyao swung his sword to block, but the hidden weapon was so powerful that it still left a deep wound on his left arm.

Blood dripped down the blade. Ren Xiaoyao clenched his teeth, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "So that's how it is, you are the remnant of the Black Evil Cult who has been hiding for many years!"

The man in black heard this and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by viciousness: "Since you know my identity, I can't let you live!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black rushed forward again, this time with a more ferocious attack. Although Ren Xiaoyao was injured, his fighting spirit remained undiminished, and he fought his opponent with his superb swordsmanship. The two men fought a life-and-death battle on the top of Mount Tai, with sword light and blood intertwined, and every move was enough to be fatal.

Finally, after a fierce battle, Ren Xiaoyao seized an opportunity and pierced the chest of the man in black with a sword. The moment the man in black fell to the ground, his true face was revealed - he turned out to be a martial arts master who had met Ren Xiaoyao once before, but he did not expect that he had become a lackey of the Black Evil Sect.

Looking at the enemy lying on the ground, Ren Xiaoyao felt mixed emotions, including pride in fighting for justice and regret for the fall of his fellow martial artists. He slowly sheathed his sword, turned around and looked at the setting sun in the distance, and secretly vowed in his heart: "On the road of martial arts, I, Ren Xiaoyao, will protect the peace of this world."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a weak voice behind him: "Ren...Brother Ren..." When he turned around, he saw that the man in black was still alive.

"What else do you have to say?" Ren Xiaoyao asked, with a complicated tone.

The man in black raised his head with difficulty, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes: "I... I was forced... Please... Please let my family go..." After saying that, his head tilted, and he was dead.

Ren Xiaoyao was silent for a moment, and finally sighed softly: "Don't worry, I will do my best to help you fulfill your wish." After that, he turned and left. His back looked particularly lonely and determined in the setting sun.

"Brother Ren!" A voice from a distance interrupted his thoughts. Ren Xiaoyao stopped and turned around, only to see an old friend rushing over.

"What's wrong?" Ren Xiaoyao asked, with a hint of concern in his voice.

The old friend panted and said, "I just heard the sound of fighting on the mountain. I was worried that you were in danger, so I came to check on you." As he spoke, he noticed the scars on Ren Xiaoyao's arm, "Are you injured?"

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly: "It's okay, just some superficial injuries." He looked into the distance again, "But I must fulfill the last request of that old friend before he died."

The moonlight was like water, and the silver light sprinkled on this ancient land. At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao was standing on the top of a towering mountain - Mount Tai, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland. He was wearing a green shirt, carrying a long sword on his back, with a handsome face and a bit of vicissitudes, and his eyes were deep and firm. On the top of Mount Tai, the wind was whistling, but it could not cover up the surging emotions in his heart.

"Alas..." Ren Xiaoyao sighed softly, looking at the gradually rising dawn in the sky, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. This trip to Mount Tai was to find the legendary martial arts secret book "Nine Yang Manual". This secret book is said to be able to greatly improve one's martial arts, and even achieve the state of rejuvenation. However, the place where the secret book is located is full of unknowns and dangers, and countless martial arts masters have died here.

Just as he was lost in thought, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind him. "Brother Ren, hurry up! Someone is chasing us!" The person who came was his good friend, Li Feiyan, who was known as "Flying Swallow" in the martial arts world. She was agile and had great martial arts skills.

"Who is it?" Ren Xiaoyao frowned, turned around and looked down the mountain, only to see several dark shadows approaching quickly.

"They are from the Blood Hand Sect. They also want to obtain the Nine Yang Manual and are willing to pay any price to get it." Li Feiyan said solemnly, "We have to leave here quickly."

Ren Xiaoyao didn't say much, just nodded, and the two of them quickly ran down the mountain road. The mountain path was winding and dangerous. Soon, several figures blocked their way.

The leader was a burly man with a face full of flesh, holding a huge axe. He was the deputy leader of the Blood Hand Sect, Tie Kuangtu. "Ren Xiaoyao, if you know what's good for you, hand over the Nine Yang Manual, or don't blame me for being ruthless!" Tie Kuangtu's voice echoed in the valley like thunder.

A hint of coldness flashed in Ren Xiaoyao's eyes. He shook the sword in his hand lightly, and pointed the tip of the sword at the other party: "The Nine Yang Manual was entrusted by my master. How can I give it to others so easily?"

As soon as the words fell, the two sides drew their swords, and a fierce battle was about to break out. Tie Kuangtu roared and rushed forward with a huge axe in his hand. Ren Xiaoyao dodged the attack with a flash of his body, and then he launched a set of exquisite sword skills, with the sword shining like a rainbow, forcing the enemies back one by one.

The battle was extremely fierce. Rocks were chopped by sword energy, trees fell, and dust flew. Li Feiyan was also not weak. She moved freely among the enemies like a swallow, and her moves were deadly. After a hard fight, she finally repelled the Blood Hand Sect.

"Brother Ren, hurry up!" Li Feiyan shouted. The two supported each other and rushed down the mountain. Behind them, Tie Kuangtu's angry roar gradually faded away.

When the two finally got away from the danger zone and stopped, they were covered with wounds. As night fell, a bright moon hung high in the sky, reflecting their tired but determined figures.

"Brother Ren, even though we won the battle today, the Blood Hand Sect will definitely not give up. We still need to be careful." Li Feiyan said softly.

Ren Xiaoyao nodded, his eyes firm: "Don't worry, as long as I am still alive, the Nine Yang Manual will not fall into the hands of thieves."

Li Feiyan looked at Ren Xiaoyao's resolute back, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart: "Brother Ren, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will fight alongside you."

"Okay, let us face all these challenges together!" Ren Xiaoyao turned and looked into the distance, with an unyielding light flashing in his eyes.

The conversation between the two echoed in the night sky, as if announcing to the entire martial arts world: no matter what difficulties they encounter, they will work together until the last moment.