The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

"Don't even think about it!" Wang Xinyao tightly guarded the sword in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She turned her head to look at Zhao Haoxuan beside her. He had just finished regulating his breathing, and his pale face had regained some redness.

When their eyes met, they smiled knowingly, and that smile contained a tacit understanding and trust that only they understood.

"Are you ready?" Zhao Haoxuan asked softly, the long sword in his hand already unsheathed.

"Anytime." Wang Xinyao nodded, and the tip of the sword drew an arc in the air.

In an instant, the two swords joined together, and the dragon roared and the phoenix cried.

Zhao Haoxuan's sword was as fierce as the north's snow and wind, and every strike left no room for maneuver.

——That is the killing method of his bloodline power.

Wang Xinyao's sword moves are like the raindrops from the south of the Yangtze River, seemingly soft but penetrating every hole. The tip of the sword can always point to the vital points at the most tricky angle. This is the body movement she has trained while moving through the Phoenix Jade.

The two completely different sword intentions merged perfectly together, forming an extremely sharp vortex of sword energy, heading straight for the red-robed Holy Son.

The pupils of the red-robed Saint suddenly contracted.

Damn it! How could the swordsmanship of these two be so powerful...

That is not a simple cooperation at all, but a 'Sword Domain' where the Qi is completely integrated!

Even in the records of the Second Heaven, there were no more than two pairs of sword lovers who could reach this level.

He retreated quickly, his red robe fluttering, and a black sword appeared in his hand.

"Interesting." He sneered, "I didn't expect there was such a wonderful combined sword attack technique."

The three of them immediately started fighting...

Zhao Haoxuan and Wang Xinyao cooperated perfectly, one attacking, one defending, one advancing, one retreating...

Although the Red Robe Saint was a martial arts expert, he seemed to be struggling with the exquisite coordination of the Dragon and Phoenix Swords and found it difficult to win for a while.

"I didn't expect you to be so capable." The red-robed Saint swung his sword to block the attack and said coldly, "But this won't change anything."

The collision of swords and knives produced sparks that were particularly eye-catching in the night.

Zhao Haoxuan and Wang Xinyao were fully focused and did not dare to be distracted at all.

They knew very well that the opponent's cultivation was far superior to any of theirs. If it weren't for the miraculous effect of the Dragon and Phoenix Sword, they would have been defeated long ago.

The sound of fierce fighting spread far in the silent night sky and soon alarmed the Wo Lie army stationed nearby.

"What's that sound?" In the tent, the commander of the Warei army, Fujiwara no Tora, suddenly stood up and listened attentively.

"It seems that the sound of fighting came from the Holy Son's side." The deputy general reported.

Fujiwara Tora's face darkened, and he immediately grabbed his sword: "Gather the troops, follow me!"

Soon, torches lit up and Wolie soldiers rushed in like a tide, surrounding the three men.

Fujiwara Tora strode out of the crowd. When he saw Zhao Haoxuan's face clearly, he was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

"Prince of Xia!" Fujiwara Tora's laughter abruptly stopped, his eyes becoming fierce and complacent. "How dare you break into our army camp alone? Should I call you stupid, or should I say you overestimate your abilities?"

Zhao Haoxuan's expression remained unchanged, but he gripped the sword even tighter.

The two stood back to back, watching warily as more and more enemies appeared around them.

"General Fujiwara, you've arrived just in time." The red-robed Saint raised a sly smile and pointed at Zhao Haoxuan: "I'll leave this man to you and your men, and the woman will be mine."

Fujiwara nora nodded with a sly smile, and waved his hand to signal the soldiers forward: "Whoever captures the Xia crown prince alive will receive a reward of ten thousand taels and a promotion of three ranks!"

The Wolie soldiers pounced on Zhao Haoxuan like hungry wolves.

At the same time, the red-robed Holy Son flashed and headed straight for Wang Xinyao.

The dragon and phoenix swords were forced to separate, and their power was greatly reduced.

Wang Xinyao quickly took out a pistol from the ring space and pointed it at the red-robed Holy Son.

Unfortunately, the opponent swung his sleeve and the shot missed - it even numbed her wrist.

Zhao Haoxuan was extremely anxious, but facing tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers, he was unable to take care of himself and could not get away to help Wang Xinyao.

"Xin Yao!" Zhao Haoxuan shouted, and knocked down two soldiers who rushed forward with a sword. He tried to get closer to her again, but was immediately entangled by more enemies.

Without Zhao Haoxuan's assistance, Wang Xinyao was walking on thin ice when facing the Red Robe Saint alone.

Although her swordsmanship was exquisite, her internal strength and experience were far inferior to her opponent's. After just a few moves, she was already struggling.

"My little beauty, you'd better surrender." The red-robed Saint smiled smugly, his attack becoming more and more fierce. "The Crown Prince of Xia is in danger now, and no one can come to save you."

Wang Xinyao gritted her teeth, said nothing, and just waved the sword in her hand desperately.

But she knew in her heart that she couldn't hold on for much longer.

Sure enough, after just a moment, the red-robed Saint spotted a flaw, made a feint with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand like lightning, grabbing Wang Xinyao's sword-holding wrist.

Wang Xinyao felt pain and her sword fell to the ground with a clang.

"It's over." The Red-robed Saint grinned and pulled Wang Xinyao towards him: "You can't escape."

Wang Xinyao struggled hard, but to no avail.

She looked in the direction of Zhao Haoxuan in despair. He was still fighting hard and had many wounds on his body.

The red-robed Saint suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in his face, followed by a sharp pain in his arm, and he involuntarily let go of Wang Xinyao.

"Who?" The red-robed Saint Son was shocked and angry, and looked around.

When he saw who it was, his expression suddenly changed, and his voice was filled with disbelief: "Elder Hua, it's you?"

A woman in a white robe appeared under the moonlight——

No, to be more precise, it should be a figure floating three inches above the ground, her sleeves still in a way that defies common sense of physics.

"Hongpao, it's been many years since we last met, and you still haven't made any progress." Elder Hua said lightly.

Her voice was calm, yet it could be clearly heard by everyone in the chaos.