The mountain behind the Snow King's Mansion, there is no one here, not even the guards have ever seen, but here, no one dares to come here to be presumptuous, it is also a forbidden place for the Snow King's Mansion, and idlers are not allowed to enter, just because here, there is a tomb, which was built by the Snow King himself.

Snowflakes spread all over the world, but here, it is as if you have entered another world, with lush flowers and plants, and full of greenery.

Xue Qinghan looked at the prohibition shrouded above, exuding a faint halo of spiritual power in the wind and snow, blocking all the wind and snow outside, and the inside was a world of its own, with the four seasons like spring, and a hundred flowers blooming forever.

Xue Qinghan stood in front of the tomb for a long time, staring at the white jade sculpture in front of him, and his eyes were uncertain. The white jade is flawless, lifelike and charming.

It was the figure of a woman, with a beautiful face, gentle eyes, gentle temperament, but with a bit of heroism, the long sword in her hand seemed to contain a fierce sword energy, ready to go.

In the midst of a hundred flowers, the woman holds a sword, stunning the Quartet, but unfortunately the woman is gone, and the only white jade statue stands.

After looking at it for a long time, the corners of Xue Qinghan's mouth rose, revealing a bright smile, so pure that he was heartless and childlike.

"I'm back, I've come to see you, long time no see. ”

"It's been a long time. ”

But at this moment, a man's voice came from Xue Qinghan's side, the voice appeared abruptly, but it seemed extremely natural, as if he was there from the beginning, full of a sense of contradiction.

Xue Qinghan was not too surprised by the sudden voice, but raised his eyebrows slightly, but in an instant, the expression on his face had disappeared, his eyes were calm, and he responded lightly: "I don't want to see it, why bother to see it?"

The person next to him seemed to be silent for a moment, and after a while, he spat out a sentence: "I am your father." ”

There are not many people who can appear here and will come here, except for Xue Qinghan and Luo Shuang, and there is only the Snow King himself, the owner of the Snow King's Mansion.

Xue Qinghan finally turned around and stared at the white-haired man beside him, who was as tall as a gun, and he didn't care about the majesty of the man.

Then, Xue Qinghan smiled, unable to see any emotion, and asked, "Aren't you in retreat?

On the day Xue Qinghan came back, only Steward Song was there alone.

Oh, by the way, before they arrived at Snow King City, there were still people who sent people to greet them, but this good deed did not leave a name, Xue Qinghan had a guess in his heart, but he couldn't thank him in person.

For Xue Qinghan's words, the Snow King didn't say anything, and looked at Xue Qinghan.

Suddenly, the momentum on the Snow King's body exploded, enveloping Xue Qinghan's body. At this moment, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth rioted, swarming, and all gathered around Xue Qinghan's body.

Suddenly, Xue Qinghan only felt a suffocating force of heaven and earth pressing on his body, and that kind of heaviness almost wanted to crush people directly.

Looking at the Snow King, the spiritual power on Xue Qinghan's body surged wildly, and a hazy chaos appeared behind him, and the nine-layer lotus platform rose, intertwined with Dao patterns, and the majestic power was blessed on Xue Qinghan's body.

At the same time, around Xue Qinghan's body, wisps of Void Sword Intent swirled, condensing into a Void Sword, intertwining with each other, turning into a sword diagram and spinning, and the fierce aura wanted to break through the oncoming general oppression.

"The open source realm is ninefold, and it is reluctant. ”

The Snow King glanced at the nine-story lotus platform that was floating behind Xue Qinghan, and commented lightly, "But it's not enough." ”

As he spoke, the Snow King raised his right hand and pointed out with one finger lightly.

And with the Snow King's finger, the general trend of heaven and earth that originally gathered around Xue Qinghan merged into that finger, exuding a fierce edge. In Xue Qinghan's eyes, it was no longer a finger, but a sharp spear with an extremely dangerous aura.

"Huh. ”

Xue Qinghan smiled coldly, facing this man, Xue Qinghan didn't want to be despised and felt that the power mobilized by the Snow King was only an open source realm, and he chose not to dodge and directly meet the Snow King's finger.

I saw endless patterns on Xue Qinghan's body, mysterious characters shining, the void sword intent spread, and the brilliance of the stars in his eyes loomed.

Xue Qinghan used to refer to the sword, all the Dao patterns were condensed in his fingertips, and he stepped forward, pointing his fingers at the fingers that the Snow King had pointed.

And when Xue Qinghan stepped out, it seemed like a step, but it seemed like he had taken as many as six steps in an instant, leaving an afterimage at each step, and between one step, the six afterimages overlapped each other.

And in the moment before Xue Qinghan's finger sword and Snow King's finger struck, the six afterimages coincided with Xue Qinghan's figure at an extremely fast speed, and each stack became an afterimage, and the momentum on Xue Qinghan's body also climbed a few points, reaching the peak in an instant.

"Qiang~"

Obviously, the sound of two fingers together is not like flesh and blood at all, and it wants to fight with gold and stone, and it is sonorous.

The sword qi and the spear burst out, impacting each other, and the sharp qi was agitated.

Xue Qinghan was directly forced to retreat and took a few steps away before stopping his body, but the Snow King was still standing firmly in place, his left hand flicking his sleeve, and the sword qi and spear had not spread, and they had disappeared and become invisible.

A touch of unwillingness flashed in Xue Qinghan's eyes, could he not shake it?

Xue Qinghan didn't see it, behind the Snow King, the cracks on the cuff of the right hand he was carrying were rapidly disappearing under the repair of the aura.

"Qinghan, your comprehension ability has always been the best among your brothers and sisters, you have always been too lazy, don't waste your talent. The Snow King spoke.

"Hey, hey, like you know a lot. ”

"Knowing the son is more than the father. ”

"Fart, you know, then you should try it, who is the person who sent someone to greet me a few kilometers away?"

"Do you want me to protect you in the competition between your brothers?, do you think I will choose a useless waste to inherit my place?" said the Snow King with a blank face.

"Are you a kid who lost a fight and complained to his parents?"

"Accusatory, inherit your position?"

The corners of Xue Qinghan's mouth showed a sneer, looking at the Snow King, his eyes were like a sword: "Xue Qianren, are you too self-righteous? Do you think my position is rare? Tell you, I've never been interested, what Snow King, what about controlling hundreds of thousands of troops?"

Xue Qinghan raised his hand, pointed to the white jade sculpture that stood quietly, and said angrily: "The bullshit Snow King can't even protect his own woman, and he doesn't even dare to say revenge, what kind of face do you have here, and you are so proud in front of my mother?"

"Oh, yes, you're the Snow King, my mother isn't there, but she's just one of your wives after all....."

"Shut up, rebel!"

Before Xue Qinghan had time to react, a strong wind had already slapped heavily on Xue Qinghan's body, knocking him out.

"Hey, it's quite majestic, but unfortunately, it's only in this one-third of an acre, hehe. ”

Xue Qinghan covered his chest and got up, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, but he ignored it, and there was a smile on his face, but, with irony, Xue Qinghan walked away.

The Snow King looked at the figure in the distance, his white hair fluttering, and a touch of loneliness flashed on his majestic face.

"Fengyue, you see, when my son grows up, he dares to resist me as a father, but you are not here, and now he doesn't listen to anyone. ”

"It's okay, with a personality like me, and it's also aggrieved. ”

"It's been eight years, Fengyue, are you also complaining about me? Just like Qinghan said, you can't even protect your own woman?"

"Also, with such a position as the Snow King, no wonder Qing Han is so disdainful. ”

"But don't worry, it's coming, wait, I'm ready. ”

"Qinghan, I'm sorry, there are some things that you can't decide if you want to or not. ”

As one of the kings of the empire, the Snow King controls hundreds of thousands of troops, which can be said to be monstrous, and his wife, who is the princess of the imperial family, envy many people, but how many people know that as the Snow King, one of the most powerful people in the empire, was once so powerless.

In Fengyue Xuan, Xue Qinghan sat cross-legged, with a long sword on his lap, and a palm-sized blood-red jade talisman hung in the air, emitting a blood-colored light. Behind Xue Qinghan, a quaint chessboard rises and falls quietly, and the positions of the forty-nine chess pieces on the chessboard change, evolving and mysterious.

Xue Qinghan's eyes were fixed on the blood-colored jade talisman, and the light in his eyes flickered. And as time passed, around Xue Qinghan's body, wisps of silk-like slender blood-colored light condensed and appeared, with a strong smell of blood.

The long sword on Xue Qinghan's knee was also wrapped with a wisp of subtle blood, the long sword resonated to itself, and the fierce aura spread, but it added a bit of evil energy, as if it was opening with blood.

"Good boy, what do you think the sword is?"

"What is a sword?" the young man looked thoughtful and shook his head blankly, not knowing why.

The middle-aged man with a stubble face and an extremely sloppy face smiled, raised his head and took a sip of wine, stared at the smart long sword swimming in front of him, and flicked his fingers with a sonorous sound.

A sloppy man who has never had a superior demeanor, at this time his body reveals an outstanding temperament, like a divine sword out of its sheath, exuding a sharp and sharp aura. And the man showed a rare serious look on his face, and said in a low voice: "Swordsman, murder weapon." The sword is a murder weapon, and the way of the sword is the way to kill. ”

"The sword is a murder weapon?" the boy wondered.

"Yes, the murder weapon, it appeared for the purpose of killing. ”

"Is that sword a bad thing?"

"Oh, why do you ask?"

"Didn't you say that swords are meant to kill?"

"Then it also depends on what you are killing, embarking on the path of cultivation, fighting with the sky, fighting with life, fighting with people, killing is inevitable, it depends on what you hold the sword for. ”

"Oh. The boy nodded.

The man reached out and touched the young man's head: "The sword, the murder weapon, the saint has to use it as a last resort." You remember that the sword has only one purpose, killing, but the reason for holding the sword is not the same, and when you hold the sword, you should understand why you hold the sword. ”

Xue Qinghan stared at the wisps of blood-colored light that swirled around the long sword, drew the sword out of its sheath, flexed its fingers, and trembled the long sword.