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

Before she could finish her words, Baili Changyou was also hit hard by Xuan Shuangqi.

Feng Qingluo glanced around the battlefield, and the miserable scenes came into view frame by frame.

Everyone alive still fought bloody battles for her, and Nanhui Duanwei refused to surrender. It was so tragic that it was unbearable to look at.

Feng Qingluo closed her eyes, but those images still appeared clearly in her mind, lingering. She felt a sense of powerlessness come over her.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting."

Feng Qingluo burst into tears. She gently tugged at the corner of Xingxuan's clothes and said, "Tell them not to fight anymore."

She choked with sobs and begged Xingxuan, looking at the gods with tearful eyes who were no different from devils, and their methods were vicious and vicious.

Xingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at her coldly and said, "They are just stepping stones on your way to becoming a god. If you are soft-hearted, you will be the one to suffer."

"Absurd, ridiculous, extremely ridiculous; why should I use other people's lives to step up my path? If I don't get it by myself, I will eventually lose it."

Feng Qingluo said, throwing away the Tianji Sword in his hand, making several gestures with his hands in the air, and a sky-shielding sword filled with fire flew out.

She suddenly swung her sword towards Xingxuan. Xingxuan's figure was like the wind, and he dodged Feng Qingluo's sky-shielding sword with a slight jump.

When Feng Qingluo saw that the attack missed, he was not discouraged. He instantly appeared on the left side of Xingxuan again, his sword pointed directly at Xingxuan. Xingxuan's eyes flashed, and his body turned strangely again, dodging the sword. Feng Qingluo's offensive became more and more fierce, the sword light flashed, and the sword energy was overwhelming.

Xingxuan's figure shuttled in the sword light, narrowly escaping Feng Qingluo's attacks every time. But Feng Qingluo's eyes became colder and colder.

After a few rounds, she took advantage of Xingxuan's unpreparedness, turned her sword around and attacked the Emperor of Heaven and Emperor Beixuan.

Her spiritual power was halved again and again, and her strength was not as strong as before; Xingxuan also noticed after several battles.

He couldn't help but mutter in his heart, 'Why is this girl's spiritual power so low? If she continues to fight with the two emperors in this situation, her life will be at risk. ’

Feng Qingluo, however, seemed to be stimulated by something. She swung the sky-shielding sword indiscriminately without any moves. The sharp sword energy could knock people back several meters even if she had low spiritual power.

Feng Qingluo rushed towards Nan Hui and the others. In order to rescue them, he risked the possibility of being backlashed by the spell, reversed his meridians to increase his spiritual power, and used the Shadow Trace Technique to take them away.

If you can save one person, you can't waste your life here in vain.

Xingxuan felt that he could no longer waste his life like that, so he had no choice but to sacrifice the Xinghai Heavenly Sword.

Before the sword was unsheathed, it struck out a streak of starlight.

Feng Qingluo was hit on the back by the starlight. She felt a huge impact passing through her body, as if a mountain peak was pressing heavily on her back.

Her vision went dark, her body instantly lost balance, and she staggered forward a few steps. A mouthful of hot blood spurted from her mouth and splashed on the cold ground.

Nan Hui stood up again with his bloody legs, and every step was like walking on a knife's edge, slowly approaching Feng Qingluo.

Feng Qingluo's eyes widened as he watched Nan Hui walk slowly amidst the thunder and lightning, each step accompanied by painful moans. His legs were bloody, but he still supported his body firmly, staring at her with burning eyes.

Nan Hui's figure twisted and deformed under the light of thunder and lightning, as if he was about to disappear in the thunder and lightning.

"stop……"

Seeing that the halberd in the hand of a heavenly soldier was about to pierce Nan Hui's chest, Feng Qingluo shouted in horror, but could not stop this moment from happening.

Nan Hui closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the severe pain that was about to come. However, the expected pain never came. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Feng Qingluo's shout echoed in his ears.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Xingxuan standing in front of her holding the Xinghai Heavenly Sword.

"If you don't want to die, just step back." Xingxuan said coldly, but there was a trace of imperceptible concern in his tone.

Feng Qingluo was stunned. This voice...

Feng Qingluo's heart was turned upside down by Xing Xuan's words. She looked at Nan Hui. His eyes were full of determination, as if he was ready to die. She knew that she couldn't let him sacrifice like this.

"Luoluo, if you follow us back to the God Clan and listen to our opinions, I will ask the Emperor of Heaven to withdraw his troops immediately."

Without waiting for Feng Qingluo's reply, Nan Hui roared with great excitement: "Kill or behead him, it's up to you."

Feng Qingluo took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and then slowly said: "There is no need to do this for me."

A trace of shock flashed across Nan Hui's face, "I said, even if I die, I won't let these despicable people take you away."

Xingxuan snorted coldly, "Your life or death is not important."

Baili Changyou put away the folding fan, turned sideways and took over Xingxuan's words and said: "The life and death of others... is not important to her."

As he spoke, he silently moved in front of Feng Qingluo, blocking Xingxuan.

Feng Qingluo's eyes moved along Baili Changyou's back to his arm. When she saw those wounds, she had already made a decision in her heart.

Even Baili Changyou's skill is unpredictable, and now he is injured. If he continues to fight, it will only increase casualties.

"Bili Changyou, you don't need to block him for me." Feng Qingluo said softly, with a hint of tenderness in his voice. She raised her hand and gently touched Baili Changyou's shoulder. At that moment, it seemed that all the pain and troubles had disappeared.

Feng Qingluo moved tremblingly and stood in front of Xingxuan, raised his head and said to him: "I will go with you, but no matter whether it is the Emperor of Heaven or anyone else, no one can take the initiative to start a war against the Shui Tribe or the Red Dragon Army."

"it is good."

Xingxuan nodded.

"..." The Emperor looked like he was hesitating to speak.

Feng Qingluo glanced at the two of them and said, "I'll go with you, but don't hurt Nan Hui and Baili."

"it is good."

Xingxuan still replied calmly.

Then he turned his gaze to the Emperor of Heaven and said Qianqian to the Emperor: "Leave the evil disciple to my care first."

He left these words and took Feng Qingluo away with a wave of his sleeves.

The Emperor of Heaven looked at his figure and shouted loudly: "The Goddess must give an explanation to the three realms! She must... about the basalt volcano..."

"I will definitely give the Emperor a satisfactory answer."

Xingxuan's voice echoed in the void, and everyone looked up, but his figure was no longer visible.

The Emperor's eyes were full of disdain and contempt, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at a dying ant.

After Nan Hui's tail was cut off, his body was so weak that he could barely stand. The light in his eyes has not gone out, but it has also dimmed a lot.

The Emperor of Heaven glanced at him coldly, turned around and said to the gods: "He is not worthy of our action at all. Send the order and withdraw the troops!" Following his words, the gods turned into streams of light and disappeared into the sky.

Before, Nan Hui had been barely supporting his body to prevent himself from falling. He knew in his heart that at this moment he had no strength to fight anymore.

Seeing everyone leaving, he couldn't lift it up in one breath. With a bang, Nan Hui finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground weakly. There was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, but he also understood that he had lost this battle after all.