The empress draws her sword for love and conquers the three realms

Feng Qingluo stared at the barrier in surprise. Tu Shanbai took advantage of her and threw the flying needle, piercing her shoulder blade.

The sharp pain from her shoulder blade made her gasp. Tu Shanbai took advantage of her daze and approached her.

"You despicable villain!" Feng Qingluo shouted in pain.

At the critical moment, a pair of hands stopped her waist and she spun around, cleverly avoiding Tu Shanbai's attack.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that the person coming was Baili Changyou.

careful……"

Baili Changyou concentrated his energy and firmly caught Tu Shanbai's palm.

However, what is surprising is that even though Tu Shanbai broke his arm, his skill has not diminished at all.

Feng Qingluo was startled. She looked at Baili Changyou in surprise and asked in confusion: "Baili Changyou, why are you..."

Her voice stuttered with surprise.

Before the two of them could get a firm foothold, the Demon Realm barrier somehow became so fragile that it completely shattered.

A wave of Wia struck, and the two stumbled to the ground.

Baili Changyou stood up quickly, "Let's go quickly, the barrier is broken, the Demon Lord is about to be born."

Feng Qingluo elbowed him away, "If you want to leave, you can go alone."

She, Feng Qingluo, had been getting into trouble by herself since she was a child, and she would end it by herself.

The barrier of the demon realm was broken, and the demons with extremely high spiritual power were no longer under control. They suddenly swarmed out, chaotic and manic.

Feng Qingluo endured the pain and waved the divine sword that covered the sky and the sun. His body was as light as the wind, and he shuttled through the group of monsters.

In the dark abyss, an eerie and terrifying roar kept coming, which was heart-stopping and terrifying.

In the night sky, the eerie and hoarse voice shouted in a stern voice: "Destroy the Tianwei Gate!"

This voice is like a messenger from hell, announcing disaster and destruction.

Feng Qingluo's eyes flashed with light, "That's it, that's it."

This Tianwei Gate is the last pillar supporting the four directions of heaven and earth, and it is also the last barrier dividing the space barrier. This barrier is a barrier built by the ancient true gods to separate the three realms using the power of their souls.

If it is destroyed, the earth will crack, the sacred mountain will sink, the sky will not cover, and the earth will not support the situation again. Space is torn apart, chaos is unknown, and the Three Realms no longer exist.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Qingluo immediately reversed his spiritual veins and actually mobilized the chaotic ancestral energy that dispersed into the meridians.

She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and the power of Chaos Ancestral Energy surged up in her body instantly, like a giant dragon that had been dormant for a long time, waking up at this moment.

The surrounding air suddenly became solemn, as if time was frozen at this moment. Feng Qingluo's figure disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, she appeared in front of those monsters at a speed that was dizzying. With a wave of her sword light, carrying the power of Chaos Ancestral Qi, her flesh and blood bodies turned into bones one after another, and blood flowed into rivers.

The flames of the Heaven-Shrouding Sword drew a long arc in the air. The demon clan was defeated by this sudden and powerful force.

Feng Qingluo did not stop. She quickly flew into the passage of Tianwei Gate and rushed towards the place where the demonic energy was strongest.

There were a huge number of demons, all crowded in the Tianwei Gate. She was strong and strong, as fast as lightning; she wielded the Sky-Zealing Sword to kill them all the way.

At this moment, a powerful dark aura emerged from the abyss, as if it was about to swallow the entire world.

Feng Qingluo felt a strong sense of threat. She knew that this was the enemy hiding in the dark.

"Feng Qingluo."

A voice as clear as a silver bell called to her.

She hesitated with her sword, and in the moment of shesitation, a demon's claw pierced her injured shoulder blade; she slashed with the sword, and the demon instantly disappeared.

She turned to look at the source of the sound. Zi Ning and Su Momo looked at her evilly.

Feng Qingluo's sword danced faster and faster, like a ball of brilliant fireworks, moving through the group of demons. Every time the sword is swung, a demon's life will be taken away.

However, as time went by, Feng Qingluo gradually felt powerless. There were countless beads of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks were pale.

But at this moment, a powerful dark aura poured into the Tianwei Gate from the abyss, and Feng Qingluo's consciousness was withdrawing.

She continued to swing the sword unconsciously, just swung the sword mechanically, and even performed the ultimate blow of the divine ice soul.

Even the Demon Lord needs to dissolve all the ice blades that fill the sky with a wave of his hand.

Deeply trapped in the Gate of Heavenly Dimension, she cannot intercept the spirits of all things, cannot control the wind and rain, and cannot exert her power to control the sun, moon, and stars.

As soon as she saw a dark light shrouding her, her vision went dark and she lost consciousness.

Her body sank slowly, and she felt a pair of warm arms suddenly hug her waist.

A deafening roar sounded, and the three worlds trembled.

She didn't know what happened next. She could only vaguely hear the noise and confusion in her ears, but she couldn't hear a word clearly.

Everyone seemed to be in panic, as if the sky had fallen.

Gradually, she couldn't hear anything anymore.

I don't know how long it took, but when Feng Qingluo woke up again, she found herself lying on the bed in Tiansheng Temple.

She rolled her eyes and turned her head to see Tu Shansi lying beside the bed, his fair and handsome cheeks illuminated by the candlelight. She couldn't help but want to raise her hand to touch that familiar face, but as soon as she exerted force, her arm felt sore and seemed to be uncontrollable.

She moaned softly, and Tu Shansi woke up immediately.

He quickly raised his head and looked at Feng Qingluo, his eyes full of worry and concern. He looked at her with surprise: "Are you awake? Where does it hurt?"

Feng Qingluo wanted to answer, but she felt her throat was a little dry. She coughed lightly and then said, "It's nothing, it's just that my arm hurts."

When Tu Shansi heard her words, a hint of pain flashed in his eyes. He slowly reached out his hand and gently touched her cheek.

Seeing the way he looked at her, full of tears, Feng Qingluo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "It feels like we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Tu Shan choked with sobs and nodded, "It's been a year, a whole year. Do you know, you scared me to death."

As he spoke, a crystal clear tear streaked across his cheek.

Feng Qingluo's eyes were blurred and his pupils shrank, "I slept for so long? How is it outside?"

"Don't worry about it. These three realms are not yours alone. It's not just the three realms of the Fuxi clan. Why can Emperor Beixuan, Emperor Xihua, and Emperor Tian stay out of it with peace of mind."

Tu Shansi's tone sounded like a little resentful woman.

Feng Qingluo looked at his little wife-like appearance and said jokingly: "Where is your ambition for hegemony? There is no sign of the majesty of a king!"