The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 508

Yun Zhonghe understood and immediately rushed to the east. The Miao people wanted to catch up but were blocked by Ren Xiaoyao's fierce attack. For a while, the sword energy was everywhere and the wind was howling. The Miao leader roared and ordered his men to intensify the attack.

Ren Xiaoyao was defending himself while looking for an opportunity. Suddenly, he used his family's unique skill "Xiaoyao Step" to instantly break free from the enemy's encirclement and chase in the direction of Yun Zhonghe's retreat. The Miao leader was furious when he saw this and ordered a full-scale pursuit.

Just as the two were about to rush out of the forest, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky and blocked their way. It was a mysterious man in a black robe holding an iron staff and exuding a powerful aura. "You two are very capable of escaping from my people, but none of you can leave today."

Ren Xiaoyao and Yun Zhonghe looked at each other and thought to themselves that things were not going well. But they did not back down in the face of a strong enemy. Ren Xiaoyao stepped forward with his sword in hand: "Who are you? Why are you stopping us?"

The black-robed man sneered, "I am the guardian of this forest. Your unauthorized entry is already a capital crime, not to mention you have hurt my people."

"We have no intention of offending anyone. We just want to obtain the holy medicine to save people." Yun Zhonghe explained.

"Holy medicine?" A strange color flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. "You guys are worthy of it?"

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and the two sides were on the verge of a fight. At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly said, "If you are a real hero, why don't you let us fight fairly? If we lose, how about you let us do whatever you want?"

The man in black robes hesitated for a moment and finally nodded: "Okay, I will give you a chance, but remember that the price of failure is life."

Ren Xiaoyao and Yun Zhonghe smiled at each other, knowing that the real fight had begun. Ren Xiaoyao turned around and the long sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and went straight to the black-robed man's heart. The black-robed man was not to be outdone and waved his iron staff like a tornado, sweeping over.

For a moment, the sword energy and the staff wind complemented each other, and a series of metal clanging sounds rang out in the forest. Ren Xiaoyao and the black-robed man fought hard, and every move was full of life and death. Yun Zhonghe watched the fight from the side, ready to help at any time.

After a fierce battle, Ren Xiaoyao finally found the weakness of the black-robed man and pierced his defense with his sword. The black-robed man took a few steps back, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but there was no resentment in his eyes, but instead a hint of appreciation. "Good boy, you won."

Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword and stepped forward to support the man in black robe: "Are you okay, sir?"

The man in black robe shook his head and slowly stood up: "Your courage and strength are worthy of respect. From now on, this forest is open to you."

Ren Xiaoyao and Yun Zhonghe smiled at each other, knowing that their efforts were not in vain. Under the guidance of the man in black robe, they finally found the legendary holy medicine, and with hope and gratitude, they embarked on the journey back to the Central Plains.

"Brother Ren, today's battle allowed me to witness your strength and magnanimity." Yun Zhonghe said with emotion.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled faintly: "We are all children of the martial arts world, how can there be so many grudges? Today's matter is all thanks to Brother Yun's help."

The two walked side by side, with the forest full of mystery and challenges behind them and the world full of unknowns and opportunities ahead of them. They knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they had righteousness in their hearts and love under their swords, they could carve out a place for themselves in this turbulent world.

"Brother Ren, do you think we can save the seriously ill martial arts master when we go back this time?" Yun Zhonghe asked.

Ren Xiaoyao looked up into the distance with a firm look in his eyes: "We can definitely do it as long as we have faith in our hearts. There will be no difficulties that we cannot overcome."

The figures of the two gradually disappeared on the horizon, leaving only a series of deep footprints telling of their legendary experience in this forest.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled in the dense forests of Miaojiang, the shadows of the trees are dancing, the night breeze is blowing, and there is a hint of the fragrance of grass and trees. In this ancient and mysterious land, Ren Xiaoyao is alone, stepping on the fallen leaves, heading towards the legendary holy land of the Five Poison Sect. In his heart, there is both curiosity about the unknown and tension about the challenges that are about to be faced. The nights in Miaojiang are always full of various unknown dangers, but for Ren Xiaoyao, this is the only way for him to pursue the ultimate in martial arts.

"Brother Ren, what are you doing here, trespassing into the territory of the Five Poison Sect at night?" A deep voice suddenly came from the treetops, interrupting Ren Xiaoyao's thoughts. He looked up and saw a figure in a green robe and half a mask hanging on the branch like a ghost, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"My name is Ren Xiaoyao. I have come to visit your esteemed sect, hoping to have some exchanges of ideas with the Sect Leader." Ren Xiaoyao clasped his fists in salute, his tone revealing a confidence that should not be underestimated.

The green-robed man sneered, "Exchange? Do you think the Five Poison Sect is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of believers in strange costumes suddenly rushed out from the surrounding bushes, holding weapons in their hands, and surrounded Ren Xiaoyao. A suffocating poisonous gas filled the air, which was obviously the unique poisonous gas of the Five Poison Sect.

"It seems that we have no choice but to force our way in." Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, and his Qi circulated. He seemed to turn into a flash of lightning, shuttling between the believers. Every time he swung his palm, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and those believers who tried to stop him were repelled one after another.

Seeing this, the green-robed man's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he jumped off the branch and appeared in front of Ren Xiaoyao like a ghost. "It's interesting that you can be so presumptuous in my Five Poison Sect."

The two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, each palm contained deep internal strength, and the air seemed to be torn apart by their true energy. Every strike of Ren Xiaoyao was extremely accurate, while the moves of the green-robed man were strange and unpredictable, surrounded by poisonous gas, making it difficult to grasp.

When the two sides were fighting hard, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly noticed a hint of hesitation in the eyes of the green-robed man. He seized the opportunity and used his family's unique skill - Xiaoyao Youlong Palm. With one palm strike, the poisonous gas in the air was dispersed by a strong airflow and hit the green-robed man's chest directly.

"You..." The man in green robe staggered back, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, obviously seriously injured.

"Although the Five Poison Sect is powerful, if they use this to deceive the world and steal reputation, it will not last long." Ren Xiaoyao closed his palms and stood up, with a bit of regret in his tone, "I hope that today's battle will make your sect wake up."

The green-robed man was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "You win, the Five Poison Sect will no longer set foot in the Central Plains martial arts world, Brother Ren, we will meet again."

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, turned around and disappeared into the night, leaving behind only a silent forest and the complicated looks of the Five Poison Sect members. This sudden battle seemed to add a bit of unusual atmosphere to the night in Miaojiang.

"Brother Ren, your Free and Easy Dragon Palm is truly admirable." The man in green robe looked in the direction where Ren Xiaoyuan was going away, whispering to himself, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"The road ahead is long, but we will meet again one day." Ren Xiaoyao's voice came with the wind, with a faint smile, as if responding to the green-robed man's sigh, and also bringing an end to this brief confrontation.

Ren Xiaoyao stood on the top of Mount Tai, with clouds rolling and mist lingering, as if he was in a fairyland. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, as if he was competing with the sky. Today, he was going to challenge the legendary existence in the martial arts world - Taiyue Sword Saint.

"Senior Sword Saint, I have come here specially to learn your skills." Ren Xiaoyao's voice echoed in the wind with unparalleled arrogance.

The Sword Saint of Mount Tai slowly walked out of the clouds, his hair and beard were all white, but his eyes were shining with a sharp light. "Young man, Mount Tai is not easy to climb. Although your sword will is strong, your mind is not stable. How can you reach the pinnacle?"

Ren Xiaoyao was shocked when he heard this. He knew that the Sword Saint was right, but he was determined to win and would not back down. "I will remember your teachings, but the path of cultivation can only be understood through actual combat. Please teach me."

The Sword Master nodded slightly, the long sword in his hand rang without wind, and the sword energy was so strong that it instantly cut the surrounding clouds into pieces. "Okay, I will let you see the real Taishan swordsmanship!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Saint's body was as fast as lightning, and the sword light turned into lightning, going straight to the vital points of Ren Xiaoyao. Ren Xiaoyao did not dare to neglect it, and raised his long sword, the sword light was like a dragon, and he met the Sword Saint's attack. The two swords intersected, making a deafening sound of metal clashing, and sparks flew everywhere.

The battle intensified, and the situation on the top of Mount Tai changed dramatically. Although Ren Xiaoyao was a skilled martial artist, he still felt exhausted in front of the Sword Saint. Every fight was like a collision with a mountain, which almost made him breathless. But he did not give up, but instead aroused a stronger fighting spirit, and his swordsmanship became more fierce, and every sword contained a desire for victory.

Suddenly, the Sword Master put away his sword and stood up, with a flash of admiration in his eyes. "Yes, you are qualified to be my opponent. But the true Taishan swordsmanship is not only about swordsmanship, but also about the state of mind. Watch out, this is the Taishan pressure!"

As the Sword Saint shouted, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and a huge sword shadow fell from the sky, heading straight for Ren Xiaoyao. Ren Xiaoyao was shocked, this sword shadow was not only incredibly powerful, but also carried a heavy pressure like Mount Tai, making it difficult to resist.

At the critical moment of life and death, Ren Xiaoyao closed his eyes and concentrated, muttering to himself: "If I were a mountain, why should I fear the wind and rain?" In an instant, his aura merged with that of Mount Tai, and the long sword swung, turning into an indestructible mountain that blocked the sword saint's overwhelming force.

When the dust settled, the two stood facing each other. A flash of surprise flashed in the Sword Master's eyes, and then turned into praise. "What a great 'If I were a mountain', you have understood the essence of Taishan swordsmanship. In today's battle, I will admit defeat."

Ren Xiaoyao clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your praise, Senior. If it weren't for your guidance, I would not have been able to reach this level. I have benefited a lot from today's battle."

The Sword Master smiled and nodded, "The road of martial arts is long and difficult. I hope you can keep this state of mind and move forward courageously. Remember, although Mount Tai is high, the human heart is higher."

Ren Xiaoyao bowed deeply, "I will remember your teachings, senior, and I will live up to the name of Mount Tai in the future."

As he watched the Sword Master's figure gradually recede, Ren Xiaoyao's heart surged with unprecedented pride and determination. He knew that his journey in the martial arts world had just begun.

In this ancient and mysterious Miao area, an ancient temple hidden in the dense jungle exudes an unsettling atmosphere. The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the dilapidated stone steps, reflecting a dark scene. Ren Xiaoyao, a well-known knight in the martial arts world, walks alone in this land forgotten by time with a long sword in hand. His destination is the ancient temple that is said to contain the secret book of the Five Poison Sect.

"It is rumored that this ancient temple was once the holy place of the Five Poisons Sect. I wonder if we can uncover its secrets by exploring it today." Ren Xiaoyao whispered to himself, his eyes flashing with curiosity and desire for the unknown.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind passed by, and the surrounding grass and trees seemed to tremble. Ren Xiaoyao stopped vigilantly and listened attentively. He heard a rustling sound coming from the darkness, and then several black shadows quickly surrounded him. "The remnants of the Five Poison Sect have finally appeared." Ren Xiaoyao raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and shook the long sword in his hand lightly, pointing the tip of the sword at the nearest man in black.

The battle broke out at this moment. The short blade in the black-clothed man's hand was as flexible as a venomous snake, but Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was even better. Every sword strike made a sound of breaking through the air, accurately and accurately defusing the enemy's attack. The sword light and the knife shadow intertwined, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

"You Five Poison Sect have killed innocent people. Today, let me enforce justice on behalf of the heavens!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted angrily, and his sword was as powerful as a rainbow, forcing a man in black to retreat several steps. However, the enemies were numerous and each of them was very skilled. Although Ren Xiaoyao was brave, he gradually felt exhausted.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, a clear flute sound suddenly sounded, like a spring breeze blowing on one's face, refreshing. The Five Poison Sect members seemed to be bewitched by the flute sound, and their offensive was immediately slowed down. Ren Xiaoyao took the opportunity to catch his breath and looked up, only to see a woman standing on a treetop not far away, holding a jade flute. It was his companion on this trip - Fairy Yunmeng.

"Brother Xiaoyao, how are you?" Fairy Yunmeng's voice was like a clear mountain spring, washing away the bloody smell on the battlefield.