I walk sideways in the game world

As night fell, a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver veil over the earth. However, in this seemingly peaceful night, a tense atmosphere of impending storm spread across the world.

The Juyi Hall, nestled in the heart of the martial arts world, was ablaze with lights and bustling with activity. Ren Xiaoyao sat in the hall, a solemn expression on his face, while below him sat the various heroes of the Jianghu Alliance.

"Everyone," Ren Xiaoyao said in a deep voice as he swept his eyes over the crowd, "I've called you all here to jointly deal with the impending crisis!"

"Alliance leader, who exactly is that mysterious force? How dare they be so arrogant!" The leader of the Iron Palm Sect had a hot temper and was the first to jump out and ask.

"This matter is still under investigation," Ren Xiaoyao waved his hand, "but what is certain is that they are powerful and ambitious. Their appearance this time is aimed directly at our Jianghu Alliance!"

"Hmph, no matter whether he is a human or a ghost, if he dares to attack my Jianghu Alliance, he will never return!" Lu Biaotou put the wine glass in his hand heavily on the table and said heroically.

"Brother Lu is right!" Everyone echoed, and for a moment, the Juyi Hall was filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

"Brother Xiaoyao, I've already found out," a clear and pleasant voice came from outside the door. Xia Lin, dressed in plain clothes, walked in lightly. "That mysterious force is called the 'Black Dragon Cult', and its leader is called 'Black Dragon'. This man's martial arts skills are unfathomable, and he is ruthless and merciless. There are few rumors about him in the martial arts world. We only know that he massacred several sects ten years ago and then disappeared. Now that he has reappeared, I'm afraid he has big plans!"

"Black Dragon Cult..." Ren Xiaoyao repeated in a low voice, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "It seems that we have met a real opponent this time."

"Brother Xiaoyao, I've already drawn up a detailed battle plan," Xia Lin walked over to Ren Xiaoyao and unfolded the map in her hand. "According to reliable information, the Black Dragon Cult's headquarters is located in Death Valley. We..."

Xia Lin explained her plan to everyone, who listened intently and nodded in agreement. Ren Xiaoyao remained silent, his brow furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

"Brother Xiaoyao, what do you think?" Xia Lin asked when she saw that Ren Xiaoyao had not spoken.

Ren Xiaoyao raised his head, looked at everyone with a sharp gaze, and said slowly: "Tomorrow, we will set out to fight the Black Dragon Cult to the death!"

When everyone heard this, they all looked determined, with a raging fire of war flashing in their eyes.

"This battle is about the survival of the martial arts world. We..." Ren Xiaoyao paused, his voice suddenly rising, "We will win!"

"We must win!" Everyone shouted in unison, and their voices shook the valley!

The night grew deeper, and everyone in the Juyi Hall was still discussing the details of tomorrow's decisive battle, but Ren Xiaoyao came out of the house alone, looking up at the starry sky, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"Black Dragon Cult... who exactly are you?" Ren Xiaoyao muttered to himself, his tone filled with doubt and worry. "Can this catastrophe really protect this world as I wish?"

A gust of night wind blew by, making Ren Xiaoyao's clothes rustle. He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "No matter what, I will do my best to protect everything I want to protect!"

In the distance, a dark shadow appeared silently on the rooftop, looking coldly at Ren Xiaoyao's back, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth...

The sky was just beginning to brighten, the sun still barely piercing the horizon. Before the Juyi Hall, the heroes of the Jianghu Alliance had already assembled, their spirits high and their gazes determined. Ren Xiaoyao, clad in white as white as snow, the sword at his waist gleaming with a chilling light, slowly stepped onto the platform, his gaze piercing the crowd.

"Everyone!" His voice was like a bell, echoing through the valley. "When the Jianghu is in turmoil, every man has a responsibility! Today, we gather here to protect our homes, our loved ones and friends, and the justice in our hearts!"

"The Black Dragon Cult, ten years ago, they slaughtered our sect and killed innocent people. Now, they've made a comeback, attempting to overthrow the martial arts world and trample us all under their feet! Can we let them succeed?!"

"No!" A deafening roar resounded through the sky, and everyone's face was filled with anger and determination.

"Very good!" Ren Xiaoyao nodded with satisfaction. "We are the army of justice. We represent light, and we have thousands of fellow jianghu people behind us! I believe that evil cannot prevail over good, and justice will prevail! Today, we must let the Black Dragon Cult know that anyone who offends our jianghu will be punished, no matter how far away they are!"

"Whoever offends our martial arts world will be punished no matter how far away they are!" Everyone shouted in unison again, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth, their momentum as powerful as a rainbow.

"Let's go!" Ren Xiaoyao gave the order, jumped on the horse first, and galloped towards the Death Valley.

The mighty procession snaked its way into the valley like a long dragon. Death Valley, true to its name, was eerie and filled with miasma. However, the Jianghu Alliance showed no fear; the fire of war burned in every eye.

The battle begins.

Shouts of killing, the clashing of weapons, and screams mingled together to form a tragic war song. The Jianghu Alliance engaged the Black Dragon Cult in a desperate struggle, with swords flashing, blood and flesh flying everywhere. The once peaceful valley instantly turned into a living hell.

Ren Xiaoyao led the charge, his sword radiating silver light, sending Black Dragon cultists crashing to the ground wherever he passed. Like a god of death, he charged through the enemy ranks, unstoppable.

However, the Black Dragon Cult was also incredibly powerful. After paying a heavy price, the Black Dragon Cult's elite troops finally broke through the Jianghu Alliance's defenses and charged towards Ren Xiaoyao.

"Brother Xiaoyao, be careful!" Xia Lin shouted anxiously from a distance.

"Hahaha, Ren Xiaoyao, prepare to die!" The Blood Blade Man rushed towards Ren Xiaoyao with a bloody knife in his hand and a ferocious face.

At the same time, a mysterious man in a black robe and a conical hat quietly appeared behind Ren Xiaoyao. The long sword in his hand, filled with murderous intent, pierced Ren Xiaoyao's back.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin exclaimed, but it was too late to stop him...

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin's cries were drowned out by the deafening roar of battle, but her despairing premonition was clearly resonating with Ren Xiaoyao. He dodged the Blood Blade's oncoming blow, but was unable to dodge the fatal strike from behind. In the nick of time, a massive hand seized the longsword thrust towards Ren Xiaoyao's back, the blade slicing through his palm, leaving blood gushing out.

"Alliance leader, are you okay?" Tie Zhangmen stood in front of Ren Xiaoyao, his eyes wide open, and slapped the mysterious man with an overwhelming momentum.

"Iron Master, you've arrived just in time!" Ren Xiaoyao felt relieved, the pressure suddenly reduced. He swung his sword to force back the advancing Blood Blade and shouted, "Flower Fairy, Lu Biaotou, give us a hand!"

The flower fairy was light and graceful, like a dancing butterfly, weaving through the crowd. The silver needles in her hands shot at the enemy like raindrops, and each needle hit the enemy's acupuncture points accurately. In a blink of an eye, several Black Dragon believers fell to the ground.

Holding a spear, Lu Biaotou stood guarding Ren Xiaoyao like a god of war. Every time he swung his spear, it was like a thundering force, forcing back the Black Dragon Cultists who tried to approach Ren Xiaoyao.

"Damn it!" The mysterious man cursed inwardly when he saw his sneak attack failed, and engaged in a fierce battle with the Iron Palm Sect. Their palms whistled, their swords surged, and for a moment it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Seeing that he couldn't take the enemy down after a long time of attack, the Blood Blade Man became anxious and restless. He roared wildly, and the red light on the blood blade became brighter, and a disgusting smell of blood spread.

"Oh no, he's going to use his ultimate move!" The flower fairy's face changed and she warned loudly.

"Brother Xiaoyao, be careful!" Xia Lin's anxious voice came from a distance. She could tell at a glance that the Bloody Swordsman was going to fight to the death, and she was extremely worried.

"The sea of blood is surging!" The Blood Knife Man looked like a madman, dancing the blood knife wildly. A blood-red knife energy shot up into the sky and turned into a sea of blood, sweeping towards Ren Xiaoyao and others.

"Everyone be careful!" Ren Xiaoyao's face was solemn. He knew how powerful this move was and did not dare to take it head-on. He quickly used his lightness skills to avoid the attack from the sea of blood.

Iron Palm Sect, Flower Fairy, and Lü Biaotou also used all their strength to resist the invasion of the sea of blood. For a moment, the entire valley was shrouded in blood, and screams rang out one after another, like a purgatory on earth.

"Hahaha, all of you die!" The Blood Blade Man looked like a madman, laughing wildly, controlling the sea of blood, wanting to devour everyone.

At this moment, a sharp sword energy cut through the sea of blood and headed straight for the Blood Swordsman.

"Who?!" The Blood Blade Man was shocked and quickly swung his sword to block.

"Your opponent is me!" A cold voice sounded in the ears of the Blood Blade Man, and a figure slowly walked out of the sea of blood.

"It's you!" When the Blood Blade Man saw who was coming, his pupils suddenly shrank and he exclaimed in surprise.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"It's me? You are not worthy of knowing my name!" The voice of the person who came was as cold as ice, with a murderous aura. It was Ren Xiaoyao who had been ambushed by the Blood Knife Man before.

It turned out that Ren Xiaoyao used the substitution technique to avoid the fatal blow at the critical moment, and secretly tracked down the Blood Blade, and finally found the leader of the mysterious force hidden behind the scenes.

"You think you can defeat me? You're dreaming!" The Blood Knife Man roared, and the blood knife in his hand turned into a blood-red lightning, slashing towards Ren Xiaoyao's head.

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes focused, and he swung the long sword in his hand in a sword flower, easily resolving the attack of the Blood Knife Man. At the same time, he swayed his body, stepped forward, and stabbed the Blood Knife Man in the chest with a sword.

The Blood Blade Man was horrified and quickly swung his sword to block, but he found that Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was like an antelope hanging on a horn, leaving no trace and making it impossible to resist.

"Puff!" The Blood Swordsman's chest was pierced by Ren Xiaoyao's sword, and blood gushed out.

"You...you actually..." The Blood Blade Man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. He never thought that he would be defeated by an unknown person.

"You have committed so many evil things that you deserve to die!" Ren Xiaoyao said coldly, then drew out his sword, and the Blood Blade Man fell to the ground and died.

"Master!"

"Avenge the leader!"

When the surrounding men in black saw their leader being killed, they were immediately excited and rushed towards Ren Xiaoyao, waving their weapons.

"You don't know your own limitations!" Ren Xiaoyao snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a series of afterimages, killing the men in black who rushed up one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the men in black were killed by Ren Xiaoyao, and only the last one was left, who was the leader of the mysterious force.

"Who are you?" The leader of the mysterious force had a gloomy expression on his face and stared at Ren Xiaoyao.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you must die today!" Ren Xiaoyao said in a cold tone, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Hmph, if you want to kill me, I'll see if you have the ability to do so!" The leader of the mysterious force snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he turned into a shadow, attacking Ren Xiaoyao.

The two men instantly engaged in a battle, with swords flying everywhere and knives flashing, and it was difficult to tell who would win for a while.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly seized a flaw in the leader of the mysterious force, shook the sword in his hand, and used the "Nine Heavens Star Art". A dazzling sword light shot straight into the sky, and then turned into a sky full of stars, covering the leader of the mysterious force.

"Ah!" The leader of the mysterious force let out a scream, and his body was torn into pieces by the starlight, turning into a bloody mist and dissipating into the air.

Ren Xiaoyao put away his sword and stood, looking at the mess in front of him, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"It's over." He said softly, then turned and left, leaving only a lonely back.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin, who was watching the fight from a distance, felt relieved when she saw this scene. She hurried over...