Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The battle became more and more intense, like a fire that was burning more and more fiercely. The attack of the demon god was like a surging wave, sweeping in again like a tidal wave. The huge force seemed to crush the whole world, and the sky was dyed dark blue, as if it was the precursor of the end of the world. The Fatui also poured out from the teleportation array like locusts, holding weapons, with ferocious faces, shouting chaotic slogans, and rushing towards the Qianyan Army and everyone. The situation has become extremely critical.

Paimon's face was filled with fear, his voice trembling as he screamed, "Ah, the demon's attack is coming again! And there are too many Fatui, we are about to..."

Before she finished her words, a warm and firm voice pierced through the darkness like the light of dawn. It was Grandma Ping: "Children, don't even think of saying something depressing like you can't keep it. Here, take this!"

As soon as the words fell, a strange and brilliant light bloomed on Ying's body like a flower. The light was dazzling, like a sun born in the darkness, illuminating the entire battlefield. Paimeng was surprised and happy, and his voice changed with excitement: "Ying, the light coming out of your body is like the one in Jueyunjian... Look, the Qianyan Army also has it! It's immortal power! Wow! It's Grandma Ping's shock wave! Grandma Ping is so strong!"

At this time, Ganyu's clear voice flowed in everyone's heart like a clear spring in the mountains: "The blood of the Qilin protects you from being harmed by evil! Let go of your worries about getting hurt and use your strength to your heart's content! I did the same during the war with the demons!"

Paimon's eyes widened with amazement, and he shouted excitedly: "It turns out that Ganyu has this side in the war!"

Xiao's voice was like a sharp sword being unsheathed, with an indomitable momentum: "The name Yaksha means light and swift! Take my immortal power and try to run like me!"

Grandma Ping looked at Ying with great satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with wisdom: "Child, your soul is strong, and so is your bones. Perhaps you can withstand three kinds of immortal power at the same time!"

Gan Yu frowned slightly, looking solemn, and warned loudly: "Everyone be careful, the power of the demon god may have reached its limit!"

Amid the fierce battle, Keqing took the time to respond loudly: "In other words, as long as you hold on, nothing will get harder later, right?" Her voice was full of determination, and she swung the sword in her hand faster and harder, splashing blood with every swing.

On this battlefield filled with flames and smoke, the power of the immortals was like a sweet rain after a long drought, precious and timely, and it descended one by one on Ying, the traveler who could withstand the immortal power.

Grandma Ping cast a super strong light wave, which was like a judgment from the ancient gods, with the power to destroy the world. It was like the light of dawn, focusing on Ying accurately. In an instant, an indestructible light shield formed around Ying. This shield seemed to be made of the hardest material in the universe, emitting a sacred and majestic light. Strange lines flowed on the shield, and each line contained a powerful force. Whenever the Fatui approached, they would be swallowed up by the light wave in an instant, and their bodies would be instantly turned into dust in the light. They disappeared without a trace before they could even scream.

Ganyu's immortal power was like a mysterious and holy protective barrier, quietly blending into Ying's body. With this wonderful immortal power, Ying seemed to have become a ghost that transcended the mortal world, shuttling between enemies as if she were in an empty space. The enemy's attacks hit her like a breeze blowing across the water, only causing a ripple, but she was unscathed. This made each of her attacks more deadly, because she no longer had to worry about the enemy's counterattack. Every swing of the edgeless sword in her hand was like the scythe of the god of death harvesting lives, and enemies fell wherever she went.

Finally, Xiao's swift power was like a gust of wind from the Netherworld, swift and fierce. This power was quickly injected into Ying's body, and in an instant, Ying's figure became illusory, as if she had merged with the surrounding space. She moved on the battlefield as fast as lightning, and each movement left a series of afterimages, which were like a group of dancing elves, as if she could appear in multiple places at the same time. The Fatui attacked her in panic, but always missed, and could only watch her shuttle through the formation like a ghost, leaving only death and fear.

With the combined efforts of the immortals, Ying descended to earth like a Valkyrie from the battlefield. Her strength was like a surging river, surging endlessly; her speed was like a meteor that streaked across the sky, fleeting; her tenacity was like a towering mountain, never collapsing. The edgeless sword in her hand made a deafening sound of breaking through the air as she swung it, and every swing was powerful, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world. The sharp sword light was like an invisible blade, and no matter whether it was the seemingly solid weapons of the Fatui or their carefully arranged defenses, they were easily torn and shattered like fragile paper under the sword light.

As the battle progressed, the Fatui's offensive was completely suppressed. Ying was agile, like a nimble cheetah, leading the Qianyan Army's soldiers to bravely move forward. They were like an extremely sharp and peerless sword, piercing straight into the enemy's vital points. Wherever Ying's sword light went, the Fatui's front line collapsed instantly, and the enemy fled in all directions like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, and the originally neat team became chaotic, with weapons thrown all over the ground.

Keqing and other generals of the Thousand Rocks Army were no less impressive. Like a group of brave lions, they led their respective troops and launched a fierce attack on the Fatui from all directions. Their bravery and determination, like a burning torch, illuminated the entire battlefield and brought about a fundamental change in the situation on the battlefield.

Finally, with the power of the immortals and the heroic fighting of the Qianyan Army, the invasion of the Fatui was completely repelled. The battlefield was in a mess, with the remains of the Fatui and their damaged weapons everywhere. There was still a wisp of black smoke coming out of the wreckage, emitting a pungent smell. The flag of the Qianyan Army fluttered high in the wind, its bright colors like the flames of victory, shining brightly in the sun, symbolizing glory and dignity, and it declared to the world that Liyue is inviolable!

At the very end, Ying slowly raised her head and gently shook the long sword in her hand. The blood on the sword fell like red raindrops. She turned around and looked solemnly at the three Guizhong aircraft behind her. Under the concerted protection of everyone, the three Guizhong aircraft still stood tall and sound, like three silent guardians, witnessing this thrilling battle.