The two stood quietly in the void, facing each other from afar, the sword qi roared, the sword roared, the silver white and the red were distinct, like two waves colliding together, and the sharp aura permeated the heaven and earth.

Behind Yang Quan, countless flame sword qi condensed into a flame long sword, dazzling, and the blazing heat was filled with the sharpness of the sword, at this time, his long hair was flying, his eyes were like a sword, and the whole person was sharp, just like a sword.

Xue Qinghan looked at the blue-clothed young man standing in front of the Flame Sword Tide, feeling the sword intent that contained a terrifying temperature, the silver-white light behind him flickered, and a Void Sword condensed and came into being, facing the Flame Sword Tide-for-tat.

"Please!" Yang Quan began. As the words fell, a seemingly endless tide of swords rushed forward, flooding the void, distorting the space slightly, and enveloping the snow and cold, intending to drown it directly.

Looking at the mighty Flame Sword River, Xue Qinghan's face was calm and his heart moved, and suddenly the silver-white light was flourishing, and the long sword broke through the air, rolling upward, as if he wanted to shatter the sky, and rushed straight towards the Flame Sword River of Yangquan.

At the same time, Xue Qinghan stepped forward and stepped directly into the Flame Sword River, the sword qi around his body lingered, turning into an indestructible sword curtain, and the sharpness of the shattered space of the Void Sword Intent destroyed all the flame swords. Where the snow cleared and cold, the flames dissipated, and the sword qi was extinguished, like a reef standing in the stream, cutting through the rushing stream, standing still.

Seeing that Xue Qinghan actually stepped forward without dodging, and wiped out all his sword intent, Yang Quan's brows furrowed slightly, but a scorching battle intent rose in his eyes. The long sword pointed obliquely, Yangquan's figure swept through the sky, and the snow Qinghan who was stepping towards him was a sword, and the sword aura was clear.

The fierce tooth sword in Xue Qinghan's hand also stabbed out at this time, but the tip of the sword disappeared strangely, only a faint ripple rippled gently, as if it had pierced into the water waves.

And in front of the rushing Yang Quan, a sword tip was revealed without warning, silver-white light, mixed with a strange blood-red color, before the sword arrived, the sharp qi was already painful.

And the tip of the sword pointed to was Yangquan's throat, but at this time, Yangquan's sword was still some distance away from Xue Qinghan. Yang Quan was helpless, his body retreated, the way of space, and is one of the most ethereal and unpredictable avenues, although the Void Sword Saint's Void Sword Sutra is not a real space avenue, but it integrates the power of space into the sword intent, whether it is the power of attack or the degree of weirdness, the Void Sword Saint's Void Sword Dao is one of the best existences in several empires, and this is also the capital of the Void Sword Saint's fame.

Yang Quan's body retreated violently, and at the same time, he retracted his sword and blocked sideways, colliding with Xue Qinghan's long sword, and the infinite sword qi burst out, raging towards the surroundings.

Xue Qinghan saw Yangquan retreating, pressing forward step by step, and the long sword was pointed, leaving behind a series of afterimages, as if dozens or hundreds of swords were stabbed out at the same time, each sword contained the ultimate spatial sword intent, and burst out with the sharpest sword light.

The Yangquan Long Sword swung and blocked in front of him The Flame Sword and the Void Sword collided again and again, and the sound of impact was endless. But he was stepping back step by step, and he was directly forced to retreat a few feet away before he stopped his figure.

In the face of the attack of the snow and the cold and storm, hundreds of swords were stabbed out in an instant, and Yang Quan could not block them all after all, and wounds appeared on his body, blood flowed out, and his clothes were torn in many places, slightly embarrassed.

The moment Yang Quan stabilized his body, the long sword in his hand was suspended in front of him, trembling and shining. Yang Quan's hands were sealed, the sword technique changed, and the spiritual power on his body surged, frantically injected into the long sword in front of him. Suddenly, the long sword erupted into an even more blazing flame light, splitting into two, two into four, and in a short moment, a full sixteen long swords appeared around its body, constantly spinning.

"Go!"

Yang Quan let out a soft snort, pointing his finger at Xue Qinghan. Suddenly, sixteen long swords trembled, shooting out at the oncoming snow and cold.

Sixteen long swords, showing the trend of connecting end to end, connected into a straight line, the sword light is fierce, and the speed is extremely fast.

Xue Qinghan's expression was still calm, his footsteps did not stop, and a sword slashed through the space like a long rainbow, and the line of sixteen long swords collided together, all the way forward, unstoppable.

"Bell~"

In the end, all the fifteen long swords shattered, and there was a sound of gold and stone clashing, and a fiery red long sword flew back invertedly with a faint scream.

However, the momentum of the snow and cold and the long rainbow through the sun was also unsustainable, and the speed became slowed down, until the momentum was exhausted, and the sword light dissipated, revealing the figure of the young man in white.

Yang Quan's palm was triggered, his body swirled, and the crimson long sword that flew back upside down was surrounded, re-emitting a bright light, and at the same time, the endless aura between heaven and earth converged, and the milk swallows swarmed like homecoming, and the crimson long sword soared, turning into a giant flame sword dozens of zhang long suspended in front of him.

Yang Quan stared at Xue Qinghan, his hands slammed on the hilt of the giant flame long sword, and the long sword broke through the air, leaving a faint burning mark in the space.

Xue Qinghan also pinched the sword trick in his hand, the fierce tooth sword was full of light, and the Dao lines were like spirits, deriving mysterious runes one after another, enveloping the entire space, the Dao sound bursts, the avenue resonated, the aura surged, and the silver-white light was dazzling.

In the silver-white light, a giant long sword dozens of zhang long also appeared in front of Xue Qinghan's body, and the aura of destruction permeated out, shattering the space, revealing a series of pitch-black spatial cracks.

Xue Qinghan's palm pushed on the hilt of the sword, and slammed into the flaming giant long sword.

"Boom~"

The two giant long swords collided together, the tips of the swords were facing each other, and at the same time burst out with incomparable sword qi, the runes were intertwined, and the terrifying spiritual power exploded, causing the mountains below to shake, the land to collapse, and the sword marks were densely covered on it, and the sword intent was permeated, leaving criss-crossing cracks on the ground.

Cracks appeared on the two long swords almost at the same time, from the tip of the sword to the sword body, and finally the two long swords shattered inch by inch, dissipating between heaven and earth. In the center of the raging spiritual power storm, only two figures stood in it, and the distance between the two of them continued to approach as the giant long sword collapsed inch by inch, until they collided directly. And the body of the long sword in the hands of the two of them was also revealed, and the tips of the swords were still facing each other, and the sword aura was swirling.

The two looked at each other, one looked like a sword, and the other looked like a bright galaxy, with a bit of hazy mystery.

Xue Qinghan's face was calm, and when he raised his left hand, he pointed to Yangquan, and in front of his finger, the void sword qi condensed, turning into a sword gang about a foot long and shooting out, instantly appearing in front of Yangquan.

Yang Quan moved almost at the same time, and a palm split came in front of him, and a palm print the size of a zhang was condensed and born, as if a sword qi was formed, hidden in it, and covered it with a cold snow.

"Poof~"

However, the majestic palm print was directly pierced by Jian Gang and penetrated, although it was a little dimmed, it was still sharp and incomparable, and it pierced straight to the center of Yangquan's eyebrows.

Yang Quan's face changed, and he split out two palms in a row, only then did he make De Jian Gang dissipate.

But Xue Qinghan would not stupidly watch Yang Quan defuse his attack, and in that sword gang, there was also a wisp of killing qi of the Immortal Spear, adding a bit of power.

Taking advantage of Yangquan's distraction, Xue Qinghan's body was wrong, and the fierce tooth sword and the long sword in Yangquan's hand were slightly staggered, and he instantly deceived himself when he crossed the sword body, and slashed towards Yangquan's chest when the antelope hung its horns.

Yang Quan knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly withdrew his left hand, raised his hand and swept it across with a palm, and slapped it sideways on the body of the long sword in Xue Qinghan's hand, which immediately caused the position of the fierce tooth sword to deviate, and it leaned to the side, avoiding his chest. But in order to avoid it completely, it still left a wound on his waist, and blood flowed out.

And because Yang Quan hurriedly slapped Xue Qinghan's long sword with his palm, the wisp of sword gang directly pierced his shoulder, leaving a blood hole.

However, the current Yangquan didn't care about this, Xue Qinghan's offensive did not stop at all, and the long sword swirled and took his head directly.

Yang Quan raised his head, the long sword brushed against his face, and he could even vaguely feel the aura of forest permeating the sword. Then, Yang Quan directly pressed his hand on the void, his body turned upside down, and he kicked on the Xue Qinghan long sword, and retreated with his strength, and the spiritual power flowed on the surface of his body.

The long sword in Xue Qinghan's hand was kicked and flew up

Xue Qinghan glanced at the sky and nodded: "Then let's go back, I will also go back to the Snow King's Mansion in two days, and you will go back with me then, don't run around anymore." ”

"Got it, I'm not a child, will I get lost?"

"It's not like I haven't been lost......

"Yes, second brother, you can't wronged me. ”

“......”

At night, the snowflakes still don't stop, but it makes the whole world look extremely clean, only the rustle of snowflakes falling, and everything is silent.

Xue Qinghan stood under the eaves, reaching out to catch the pieces of crystal, his eyes were hazy like a little starlight, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Not far behind Xue Qinghan, a figure stood there quietly, with a soft green silk hanging down, and the white dress was spotless. A pair of cold eyes looked at the handsome young man in white under the eaves, and then looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Snow, beautiful, but also cold, but also appropriate, snow cold, only beautiful, like angels withered pieces of feathers.

Not far behind Xue Qinghan, a figure stood there quietly, with a soft green silk hanging down, and the white dress was spotless. A pair of cold eyes looked at the handsome young man in white under the eaves, and then looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Snow, beautiful, but also cold, but also appropriate, snow cold, only beautiful, like angels withered pieces of feathers.