There was goose feather snow in the sky, and the world was covered in silver unconsciously. The three rivers in Sanjiang Town have long been moved by ice.

In the mountains and wilderness outside the city, the population is extinct. In the vast white, a young man stood in front of the tomb, like a lone pine standing in the cold winter, with a sharp sword beside him.

His name is Han Sanjiang, and after his father gave him this name, he went to the Demon Beast Mountain, saying that he wanted to find a piece of 10,000-year-old cold iron and make a sword with a blade like autumn frost for him.

Later, his mother held him in his arms and searched for three days and three nights in the mountains, and finally found his father's broken limbs after being fed by demon beasts, as well as the 10,000-year-old cold iron.

Instead of bringing back her father's bones, her mother brought back the piece of cold iron, and despite the opposition of her clansmen, she hired the best blacksmith in the town to turn it into a sword. She warned the young Han Sanjiang to make good use of this sword and not to insult his father's reputation.

Han Sanjiang didn't know why, after his father died, his uncles would treat him and his mother like this, and the cold winter of Layue made the two of them sleep on the street.

At that time, Sanjiang didn't understand, thinking that he was fourteen years old and couldn't produce Xuan power in his body, which made his uncles angry. His mother smiled and said to him: Don't blame Jiang'er, it's all bad for your mother!

It was also on that night that Han Sanjiang knew that the cold could really swallow a person's life.

He shook his mother's cold, stiff body vigorously, but he couldn't wake her up.

The funeral was very simple, Han Sanjiang buried his mother like his mother buried his father, and vowed to keep filial piety in front of the tomb for three years.

It was on the night of his mother's death that Han Sanjiang discovered the secret of his body. It's not that he can't produce mystical power, but that this mystical power is absorbed by the body, causing his body to undergo wonderful changes. Because of this, his mother froze to death that night, and he did not.

After that, in front of his mother's tomb, he spent three days comprehending the most profound sword technique of the Han family, and easily displayed it. He knew that this was the miraculous effect brought by Xuan Li after refining the body.

He didn't know what was wrong with this, but he vaguely remembered that his mother had said: "The Han family's Streamer Sword Technique is inherited from the ancient immortal law." It's a pity that the descendants were stupid and couldn't comprehend the subtleties in the sword technique, and the Han family gradually fell into this barren mountain town. ”

Three years have arrived, filial piety is over, and Han Sanjiang and his mother say goodbye for the last time.

A little fat man staggered in the snow behind him, his face full of anxiety.

"Sanjiang! Han Sanjiang! It's a big deal! He ran to the tomb, did not forget to bow respectfully, and then panted and said: "Han Sanjiang, you should die if you say yes!" ”

The person who came was called Xue Dazhuang, a childhood friend of Han Sanjiang.

"What?" Leng replied, guarding the tomb for three years, his temperament became cold.

"Early this morning, Lin Wu's bastard picked up Xiaoxue away. The Han family is really ruthless, and they gave the girl who had been raised for ten years to that scum for the sake of a elixir. ”

Lin Wu is well-known for his lust in Sanjiang Town, and it is common to harm a few girls.

The cold wind blew by, lifting Han Sanjiang's thin clothes. His palms trembled slightly, and he drew his sword and walked away. A clean and lovely face came to mind, and during the three years of guarding the tomb, he always looked at himself with a smile after eating the delicious meal she sent.

"Sanjiang, Han Sanjiang! Don't be impulsive, wait for me! Xue Dazhuang followed, but where could he keep up with Han Sanjiang's footsteps. Left behind, with a sad face. "How can this kid run so fast. Oh no, that kid from Sanjiang won't come hard! ”

The Lin family is one of the best families in Sanjiang Town. Rooted here for decades, the heritage is profound, and there are more than a dozen people who are masters of the innate realm alone. It is said that Lin Wu is already a master of the six grades of the Innate Realm, with a radius of ten miles, and there are few enemies.

I don't know how many wedding banquets the Lin family has held, and there are sobs faintly coming from under the Xipa. No one paid attention to it and continued to enjoy the excitement.

As the two of them bowed to heaven, something knocked the thick door away, and a young man entered with a sword.

"People who are not from the Lin family, get out!" Han Sanjiang's tone was non-negotiable.

The excitement came to an abrupt end, and everyone suddenly looked at each other and smiled.

"Who shall I be? It turned out to be my filial son in Sanjiang Town! Why, when the three-year filial piety period expires, what kind of wilderness do you run here? , this is not where you should be. A guest said angrily.

Tightening the sword in his hand, Han Sanjiang said again: "One last time, people who are not from the Lin family, get out-"

Everyone suddenly realized that this young man was very different from three years ago. The obsidian-like eyes exuded a cold and fierce light, giving people an infinite sense of oppression.

Xiaoxue opened Xipa violently, tears rippled in her eyes, and the rouge in the corners of her eyes was spent.

"Brother Sanjiang, don't worry about me when you go, you can't beat them, let's go!" Xiaoxue cried urgently, she knew very well how Han Sanjiang, who couldn't even produce Xuan Li, was the opponent of the Lin family, but she was just sent to death in vain.

"Let's go?" The corners of Lin Wu's mouth turned into a sneer: "Where are you going?" Breaking into my Lin family with a sword, do you think he still has the life to leave? Cher, as long as you really obey me, I can spare his life. ”

As he spoke, several house slaves had already gathered around. Seeing that she was about to make a move on Han Sanjiang, Xiaoxue choked up, and just before she could speak, a pool of blood was sprinkled in front of her.

She looked up in shock. Han Sanjiang's sword was dyed bright red, pointed at Lin Wu angrily, and was striding over: "Let go of her, you can die!" ”

"What?" At the banquet, everyone exclaimed, "I'm not mistaken! That kid killed a cultivator of the Innate Realm One Heaven with a single sword. ”

"No, there are no occult fluctuations, he ...... How did he do it? ”

Han Sanjiang naturally wouldn't tell them that he had cultivated for more than ten years, not because he couldn't produce Xuan power, but because he used this Xuan power to refine his physical body.

Today, cultivators are prosperous, but martial cultivators are not. The world gradually blurred the fear of peak martial artists.

The crowd will not understand that in three years, the cultivation will be raised from one heaven to six heavens; comprehend the Han family's streamer sword trick to the transcendent realm spoken by the ancestors; How terrifying it is to temper the physical body to the point of ignoring low-level spells!

"Boy, you dare!" Seeing this, Lin Wu could no longer maintain the composure of the head of the family, and shouted angrily: "Give it all up, and break this kid's body into ten thousand pieces." ”

"No—" Xiaoxue cried out in almost despair.

The people at the banquet flashed away. They believed that the sword was just an accident.

The sword weapon trembled slightly, and the killing intent in Han Sanjiang's eyes was strong. The cold light flickered, and the sword was like a streamer, cutting through those flying seals, ignoring the spells that were moving in all directions.

The pace is mysterious and illusory, and the body is mysterious and secretive. This young man is like a killing god, stepping on corpses and swords around the souls of the dead. One step at a time, blood splashed, like scattered peach blossom rain, dyed the gray and white robe of Han Sanjiang.

"How...... How...... How so? Oh my God, he's a demon. "None of the people present dared to believe what was in front of them.

A full twelve Innate Realm masters, in just a moment, their heads were in different places. This is a massacre.

"Wu Xiu, he is Wu Xiu. What did he comprehend on the way to martial arts? Someone was dumbfounded.

Lin Wu's eyes were split, and he clutched Xiaoxue's slender wrist tightly, and now he had no intention of enjoying this beauty. How could he not believe that the young man who had trembled with fear when he saw him release his Xuan Power was so strong that it made him tremble. What exactly did he go through in three years?

Easily slaying twelve Innate Realm cultivators, Lin Wu deeply understood what this meant. This seventeen-year-old boy is enough to fight him.

She threw Xiaoxue out of her hand, wanting to distract Han Sanjiang's attention. With one hand, he quickly pinched the trick, and the fire palm was suddenly smashed out with sparks in the sky.

Xiao Xue's beautiful eyes stared at Han Sanjiang's delicate and cold face, her heart was full of shock, the soles of her feet were empty, and the sharp pain of her ankle sprain woke her up.

Han Sanjiang's face did not change, and his expression was still as cold as ice. As a result, he took Xiao Xue, and his keen divine sense had already understood Lin Wu's every move. The long sword stabbed out, as fast as thunder, and touched the fiery palm.