Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

At this moment, on the Canglan First Realm Sea, a middle-aged man in plain clothes appeared, his body stained with blood. Sensing the terrifying gale rushing from behind, he stroked the sword in his hand.

"The little ones are growing up too fast, Master can't help them anymore... Taifan, remember to protect them for me from now on."

The Taifan sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if refusing or reluctant to say goodbye.

“Go, go to Jin Hong, Lao Jiu might be able to help you regain your glory.”

He spoke softly, a terrifying sword light emanating from his body as he sent the sword out.

The war between Canglan and Tianxu Realm has drawn in the other six realms. Tianxu continues its unstoppable advance, conquering five more realms in a row, causing a great uproar that is known to everyone in all realms.

The main force commander of Tianxu was his ninth disciple, and all the other disciples he had taken in his life also participated.

As the golden greatsword vanished into the air, his aura weakened further, and he stood motionless in place.

"Xiao Pingshan, where's your sword?" A group of figures rushed up from behind, surrounded him, and shouted.

"Do you still remember the words of our ancestor when he established the mountain? Even if you were given the Great Mortal Realm, you couldn't lift it," Xiao Pingshan said calmly.

"Whether you can lift it or not is none of your concern. Come back with us and retrieve the Ancestral Sword."

After the leader finished speaking in a cold voice, the group suddenly disappeared.

The Four Sages from Beyond the Heavens stared at the unexpected golden light that was breaking through the sky. For a moment, they couldn't tell whether it was friend or foe, and they didn't know whether they should stop it.

Just then, Ye Wuxi used the frozen stillness domain to unleash the full power of the Sun and Moon Sword to blast the Holy Staff, thus escaping a fatal blow.

She lay prostrate in the deep pit of the earth, her blue robes stained with blood, surrounded by lotus blossoms symbolizing life and death.

The Heavenly Sacred Artifact and the Broken Sacred Sword collided, and Tuoba Jin swung the Wusheng end down again, shattering the Sun and Moon Sword into pieces.

"Victory still belongs to me." Tuoba Jin said coldly, wielding his staff with one hand and slashing down at Ye Wuxi, almost splitting the ground in two.

"Are we going to die...?" The Heavenly Ruins experts were all held back, while the Canglan Allied Forces' eyes flashed with joy.

This time, the disciples of the tavern had somber faces, but showed no particular worry or panic.

Suddenly, everyone froze, enveloped by another wave of holy might. The sky opened up again, and a terrifying golden sword came across Ye Wuxi's head, blocking the holy staff.

“The sacred artifact has reappeared…” Lü Qingwan frowned.

They all knew that the Four Saints were away, and apart from Tianxu and the Zhuge Saint Clan, who would be willing to send the Holy Sword?

While both sides were puzzled, Chu Jiangli and the others couldn't help but notice a familiar fluctuation emanating from the sword.

"Master, is that you?" Ye Wuxi's long hair flew in the wind. She immediately closed her eyes and used her divine sense to gently touch the golden sword, murmuring a soft murmur.

The aura emanating from the sword was the same as the sword might that had lingered outside the Piaoxue Taishi clan, and it was also similar to the sword might that Master had displayed in the past.

With a determined look in his eyes, Ye Wuxi raised his hand to grasp the sword hilt.

The Great Sacred Sword showed no resistance.

“Extraordinary indeed, I shall borrow Master’s sword today…” The moment he grasped it, Ye Wuxi felt the closeness of the holy sword, and the name of the holy sword unconsciously appeared in his mind.

As she whispered, everyone saw the blue-clad figure unleash a terrifying sword light, wielding a sword horizontally to slash away the Holy Staff of No Life.

"This battle is indeed not over yet." Ye Wuxi, sword in hand, stepped into the air and stood alongside his battle-hardened body once more, his calm voice resounding.

From afar, Pang Sheng gazed at the expressionless Jiang Sheng and coldly said, "Brother Jiang, you truly have mastered the art of strategy."

He hesitated for only a moment, and the holy sword, carrying holy might, had already broken through the boundary. He had already lost the initiative and was stopped.

"This holy sword is extraordinary; it is not under the control of my Dao Palace," Jiang Sheng said calmly, concealing the speculation in his eyes.

The sudden appearance of the holy sword was indeed unexpected, and he had hesitated just now as well.

"Your secret technique is about to be over, what will you use to fight me?" Tuoba Jin said, his blood surging as he relentlessly swung his staff at close range to attack.

"Without the power of your physique, how much strength do you have left? Even without secret techniques, I can still defeat you." Ye Wuxi's eyes remained unchanged.

With her master's sword, how could she possibly lose?

The sounds of clashing swords and staffs echoed through the sky. Both fighters were exhausted and were relying on their physical strength to engage in close combat.

"A battle beyond the boundary." Soon, the two from the Azure Sky broke through the air and disappeared.

Although their combat power is not as strong as before, and the power of the sacred artifacts they can unleash is also limited, a sacred artifact is still a sacred artifact, and its destructive power is still amazing. If the fight continues, Jin Hong will be completely ruined.

There was a sage beyond the heavens. Neither of the two armies followed; they simply looked up at the sky and sensed the radiating energy.

Ye Wuxi and Tuoba Jin did not see the figure of the sage; it seemed that the four sages had already left.

"Nine Strikes of the Divine Elephant, kill!" Tuoba Jin was once again forced into a retreat. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden holy blood, which transformed into a battle map in front of him. He then created distance and swung his club down.

The shadow of the staff transformed into nine divine elephant battle diagrams, trampling the heavens with a roar of divine souls, aiming to annihilate Ye Wuxi.

"Break." Ye Wuxi stepped back into the void, and the Extreme Yin Water Spirit and the Nine Nether Demon Lightning merged and swept out, freezing and destroying the battle diagram.

"Tuoba Jin." Chi Taifan quickly shattered the divine elephant. Ye Wuxi shouted sharply, and Tuoba Jin looked over and instantly fell into the abyss of death and divine punishment. It seemed that there was a Buddha's hand breaking his divine thoughts and past.

"Get out." Tuoba Jin spat out a mouthful of blood. Just as he broke through the soul attack, Ye Wuxi, carrying the Sea of ​​Annihilation Swords, stepped above his head and raised his hands to slash down with Taifan.

The sky above the Golden Flood Realm was ripped open once again.

Tuoba Jin, along with the sacred artifact, was knocked down and crashed into the deep pit where Ye Wuxi had been forced into by the sacred artifact earlier. His aura weakened and his body was covered in blood.

The staff of lifelessness in his hand had been dimmed considerably by the blows, unlike its previous brilliance.

"We still lost."

As the Battle Saint Body fell to the ground, before everyone could calm down, they saw Ye Wuxi following closely behind, sword in hand, charging backwards.

The tip of the sword in his hand was pointed directly at Tuoba Jin's head.

"Does she still intend to kill the Holy Body?" Everyone was shocked, and the person from the Northern Wilderness asked in disbelief.

To kill the third king of the Tuoba clan with a single sword strike, regardless of whether one had the strength or not, required courage. How many forces could withstand the wrath of the Tuoba family?

Ye Wuxi's gaze was icy. She originally had no intention of killing, but Tuoba Jin was unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to use a sacred artifact to kill her and wipe away this defeat. How could she sit idly by and wait for death?

The Four Saints from Beyond the Heavens reappeared, or rather, they had never moved; it was just that Ye Wuxi and the others failed to notice.

"You've lost." Pang Sheng smiled as he placed his last piece, trapping all the white pieces on the board, allowing black to turn the tide and win.

"Why not expand the chessboard?" Jiang Sheng said calmly, placing another piece on the board.

"I'd like to see what else you have to rely on..." Pang Sheng said with a stiff smile.

Just as the Taifan Sword was about to fall, the void above the pit fluctuated violently, the Wusheng Saint Staff stood up again, and four gray-robed figures appeared.

"Insolence!" With a sharp shout, the Taifan Sword froze in mid-air, and Ye Wuxi was blasted to the ground, his aura weakened.

The power of the secret technique that had just knocked away Tuoba Jin's sword had completely dissipated. Coupled with the roar of several half-saints whose cultivation levels were unknown, even though the holy sword remained, her life force suddenly declined.