The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 414

Ren Xiaoyao's posture is like a cheetah, his steps are light but full of power. He skillfully shuttles between the gaps of the earth shield, and his sword moves like surging waves. For a moment, the sword light and earth energy in the cave are intertwined, like a magnificent picture of the blending of earth and thunder. At this moment, deep in the dense forest outside the cave, a group of "crow assassins" wearing black feather cloaks move at the sound. They approach the cave from all directions like a dark cloud, intending to surround Ren Xiaoyao. Ren Xiaoyao's heart shuddered. If it weren't for the power of the token to protect this battle, Ren Lingyun would probably have been defeated long ago. Now, he has to deal with his brother's defense and guard against those assassins who follow him like a shadow. However, in adversity, his eyes became brighter and his swordsmanship became more fierce. Every sword seemed to be fighting against fate and wrestling with destiny.

At this moment, a long and distant sound of wooden fish suddenly came from the depths of the cave, penetrating the noise of the fierce battle and clearly piercing his ears. Ren Xiaoyao's mind moved slightly, and he sensed a certain rhythm contained in the sound of wooden fish, as if it complemented his sword power. His mind raced, and his sword power suddenly changed from offensive to defensive. With "Splitting Cloud" as the core, the sword energy swirled around his body, forming a vortex-like sword curtain, temporarily isolating himself from Ren Lingyun.

Ren Lingyun saw this, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he urged the power of the token, trying to take this opportunity to break Ren Xiaoyao's defense. However, just as he was trying his best, a deep purple light suddenly surged from the depths of the cave, accompanied by a bell that shook the valley, and a figure broke out from the ground like a gust of wind and stood in front of everyone in an instant.

The visitor was an old man in a green robe, with white hair and beard, holding a mottled wooden fish. He was the hermit living in this cave - Immortal Wujiu. His eyes were like lightning, scanning the chaotic scene in front of him, chanting: "Wulian Tianzun, the two donors are fighting endlessly in this holy place of cultivation, which is against the harmony of heaven. Please stop the fighting for a while and listen to what I have to say."

Ren Xiaoyao and Ren Lingyun were both shocked. They knew that Immortal Wuque's cultivation was unfathomable. His sudden intervention at this moment must have a deep meaning. The Crow Assassins were also shocked by this sudden change. They temporarily stopped their offensive and focused their eyes on the mysterious old man.

Immortal Wuque looked around and tapped the wooden fish gently. The sound of the wooden fish was like the sound of flowing water in a mountain stream, which gradually dissipated the murderous aura. He looked at Ren Lingyun and said slowly, "Young Master Ren, the token in your hand is actually the key to open the forbidden area of ​​the Black Turtle Sect. You want to use this token to force your brother to surrender, but you are on the wrong path. The inheritance of the Black Turtle Sect is about unity and solidarity rather than fratricide. Do you understand?"

Ren Lingyun's face turned pale when he heard this, and he was obviously touched by the words of Wuque Zhenren. He stared at Ren Xiaoyao, then lowered his head to look at the token in his hand, and fell into deep thought. Ren Xiaoyao was delighted, and he realized that Wuque Zhenren's intervention might be his chance to turn the tide.

The atmosphere in the cave under the bonfire became extremely subtle. A dramatic change of sect feuds, brothers' quarrels and life-and-death contests seemed to usher in an unexpected turn of events due to the intervention of Immortal Wu Gou. Can Ren Xiaoyao take this opportunity to reveal the mystery of his life experience and get out of the predicament? What will Ren Lingyun choose? Will the Crow Assassins listen to the teachings of Immortal Wu Gou, or insist on carrying out their assassination mission? All the answers will be revealed in this night of war in the cave on the top of the mountain... Ren Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows slightly, and his heart was surging. He never expected that the opponent in front of him was the powerful and noble of the time - the direct blood of the Prime Minister's Mansion, that is, his brother Ren Haoyu of the same clan. This Prime Minister's Mansion is not only the leading aristocratic family in Tianfeng Country, but also has a close blood relationship with the royal family. Its daughter is an important position in the court, and her power is so great that no one can match it. As the current prime minister, Ren Haoyu is not yet forty years old, but he has already taken on the heavy burden of the family and become the helmsman of the number one family in this glorious dynasty, with great power in the court and the country.

Although Ren Xiaoyao is only twenty years old, he has already gained a great reputation and is known as a martial arts genius that is rarely seen in Tianfeng Country in a hundred years. Although he is young, his martial arts skills are close to those of outstanding children from first-class families. There are even rumors that even the old masters of those families may not be able to gain the upper hand in a confrontation. At this moment, facing Ren Haoyu's provocation, his expression did not change, but he frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Ren Haoyu, how did you know I was here?"

Ren Haoyu curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, his eyes flashing with arrogance and murderous intent, and said coldly: "Ren Xiaoyao, you are trying to hide away in the border of Tianfeng Kingdom, thinking that you can escape the hunt of my Ren family? Today, don't even think about taking another step out of here!" As he spoke, a strong sense of crisis came over him like a haze, causing alarm bells to ring in Ren Xiaoyao's heart.

Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, and his aura was instantly restrained. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he knew that the situation was critical at the moment. Once the news leaked out, it would attract the huge forces of the Prime Minister's Mansion to besiege him. Even if he had the ability to reach the sky, he would not be able to escape unscathed. He knew that only a quick victory would give him a glimmer of hope.

"Ren Haoyu," Ren Xiaoyao said in a low voice, his words revealing determination, "You and I are of the same origin, why do we have to kill each other? If you are willing to stop and make peace today, I, Ren Xiaoyao, am willing to write off all past grudges."

Hearing this, Ren Haoyu laughed sneerfully, and the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed with a cold light flashing, "What a joke! The fight between you and me has long been a fight to the death! Ren Xiaoyao, die!" Before he finished speaking, he moved as fast as a ghost, and rushed towards Ren Xiaoyao with a sharp sword energy, vowing to kill this gifted young genius with his sword.

Facing the killing move, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with determination, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. He launched a counterattack at lightning speed. A fierce battle concerning life and death, family honor and disgrace kicked off at the border of Tianfeng Kingdom. Ren Xiaoyao's figure disappeared in an instant, like a fallen leaf swept away by the wind, leaving no trace. Ren Haoyu's sword suddenly missed, and he was shocked and thought to himself that it was not good. However, the next moment, a sharp sword intent suddenly rose from behind, like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head, compelling the heart. Ren Haoyu's mind trembled, and he twisted his body forcibly, and the long sword in his hand swung, protecting his body with a round sword circle, trying to resist this sudden fatal blow.

But Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was so exquisite that it had already surpassed the scope of what ordinary people could understand. His sword was like a dragon swimming into the sea, seemingly piercing Ren Haoyu's back, but in fact the tip of the sword trembled slightly, turning into countless phantoms, making it impossible to grasp its true trajectory. Just as Ren Haoyu's sword circle was completed, Ren Xiaoyao's sword tip suddenly deviated, bypassing the sword curtain like a cunning snake, and went straight to the opponent's left rib.

Ren Haoyu was startled and could only block with his sword in a hurry. With a crisp sound of "clang", the two swords intersected and sparks flew. Ren Xiaoyao used the force to float back and instantly opened up a distance of several feet. His posture was elegant and calm, as if he had never fought with anyone before.

"Ren Haoyu, you and I are from the same family, why are you obsessed with killing?" Ren Xiaoyao pointed the tip of his sword at the ground, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I have no intention of competing with you for power, and I don't want to destroy the continuation of the Ren bloodline because of family grudges. If you can let go of your personal grudges, I am willing to work with you to plan the future of our family and let the Ren family be on par with the Jianghu and the court."

Ren Haoyu's face turned pale and he gritted his teeth and said, "Bullshit! You, Ren Xiaoyao, are just an abandoned child who was kicked out of the family. What qualifications do you have to talk about the future of the family? If you know what's good for you, surrender immediately and perhaps I can leave you with your body intact." After saying that, his sword energy surged and a faint golden halo surrounded his body. It was the Ren family's secret "Golden Scale Sword Energy". It was so powerful that ordinary warriors could hardly resist it.

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes became more determined when he saw this. He knew that today's battle, regardless of victory or defeat, would completely change the fate of himself and the Ren family. He slowly raised his sword, and the sword body glowed with a faint blue light. That was his original "Biyuan Sword Art", which originated from the Ren family's martial arts but transcended it, and contained his deep understanding and unique perception of martial arts.

"In that case, let the sword decide!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted softly, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at the sky. In an instant, the sky seemed to be torn apart by the sword energy, and dark clouds rolled, and lightning and thunder roared. Ren Xiaoyao's figure was like an arrow from a bow, rushing straight towards Ren Haoyu with the force of thunder. The sword energy was surging, attracting the power of heaven and earth, forming a huge blue sword column, which chopped down directly.

Seeing this, Ren Haoyu did not dare to neglect it. The golden sword energy gathered madly on the sword body, and swung out a dazzling golden sword net to meet the Biyuan Sword Pillar that broke through the sky. The two powerful sword energies collided violently in the air, erupting with a deafening roar, rolling air waves, and flying sand and gravel, as if the end of the world had come.

In this earth-shattering duel, Ren Xiaoyao and Ren Haoyu each displayed what they had learned throughout their lives, their swords intertwined and shone brightly, like a magnificent martial arts painting spread across the heavens and the earth. Their swordsmanship, inner strength, and will all reached their peak at this moment, and every move and style between them was enough to leave ordinary warriors far behind.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly changed his sword momentum. The originally majestic Biyuan sword energy suddenly converged and turned into thousands of tiny sword beams, like a galaxy hanging upside down, pouring down on Ren Haoyu. Seeing this, Ren Haoyu secretly thought that it was not good, but it was too late to change his moves at this time, so he could only grit his teeth and resist.

"Golden scales protect my body!" Ren Haoyu shouted, and the golden scales of his body surged wildly, forming a thick golden light shield, trying to resist the overwhelming sword attack. However, Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was so exquisite that these sword beams seemed chaotic, but in fact they were hidden. Each sword beam accurately hit the weak point of the light shield, and hit Ren Haoyu's defense as densely and continuously as raindrops.

Ren Haoyu's face was pale, and his internal Qi poured out like a river bursting its banks, trying his best to maintain the golden scale light shield. However, Ren Xiaoyao's attack was continuous like a tide, and each sword was like a heavy hammer hitting the light shield, causing it to tremble and twist constantly, and it was about to collapse.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed, and the sword in his hand changed again. Thousands of sword beams instantly condensed into a point, turning into a blue beam of light, piercing Ren Haoyu's chest. Ren Haoyu's heart trembled, knowing that this was Ren Xiaoyao's last attack and the key to winning or losing.

He tried his best to pour all the remaining golden sword energy in his body into the long sword, and the sword body glowed with golden light, like the first sun at dawn, blazing and dazzling. He swung the sword towards the azure light column, and the two sword energies met in mid-air, instantly erupting with a deafening roar.

At that moment, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind howled, and sand and stones flew, as if the whole world was shaking under this shocking blow. However, after this extremely shocking collision, everything returned to calm, leaving only two figures standing quietly in the empty wilderness.

Ren Xiaoyao's face was pale, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but the sword in his hand was still pointing straight ahead, with a determined look in his eyes. However, Ren Haoyu was no longer able to hold the sword, and the sword fell to the ground with a clang. He himself was shaky, his face was as pale as gold paper, and his breath was weak.

"You win..." Ren Haoyu spoke with difficulty, his voice low and weak, "But remember, the power of the Ren family is far more than this..."

Ren Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, walked forward, supported Ren Haoyu who was about to fall, and said softly: "Brother Haoyu, I don't want to win you, I just hope you can understand that we are all members of the Ren family. We should work together instead of killing each other. The future of the family should not be built on fratricide."

Ren Haoyu stared at Ren Xiaoyao, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and finally turned into a bitter smile: "Maybe you are right... Unfortunately, I no longer have the chance... to change all this..."

Before he finished speaking, Ren Haoyu's body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into a golden light and dissipated into the air, leaving only the blood-stained sword lying quietly in the wilderness.

Ren Xiaoyao stood there in a daze, looking at the disappearing figure, with mixed feelings in his heart. He understood that although this battle ended with his victory, the price was the loss of a brother of the same clan and the opportunity to change the fate of the Ren family. He sighed deeply, put away his sword, turned around and left, his back looking particularly lonely and resolute.

The road of the martial arts world is long, and grudges are hard to break. Ren Xiaoyao knows that his road is still long. What awaits him ahead will be more complicated interpersonal entanglements and more difficult storms of the martial arts world. But he firmly believes that as long as he upholds a pure heart and sticks to the belief in martial arts, one day he will be able to find his own answer and bring true peace and prosperity to the Ren family and the entire martial arts world. The moonlight is like a stream, and the clear light sprinkles all over the ancient pine forest. Ren Xiaoyao's figure suddenly dissipated like fog, as if the ink lotus was crushed by the night wind, and disappeared in the forest in an instant. Ren Haoyu's sword tip instantly hit the air, and he was horrified in his heart, and secretly felt that the disaster was coming. Before he could react, a cold sword energy jumped up from the pine branches, like an ice peak suddenly appeared, and came straight to him, pressing his heart and soul. He stabilized his mind, turned his body quickly, and the frost and snow long sword in his hand drew a silver wheel, surrounding his body, trying to stop this surprise attack.