Mars.

On the balcony of the castle, a man with short blond hair stood on the balcony, dressed in a white silk pajamas, with an open neckline, holding a glass of pale red wine in his hand, staring at the bright moon in the sky.

He is like a pair of poets who sing at night, and like a literati with a sad face who can't write an article, and his handsome face fascinates thousands of girls.

The night breeze blew across the balcony, and the man's short blond hair danced wildly in the wind. The curtain behind him also fluttered.

"The Heroes, is it going to start again?"

"As you say, Your Highness."

A middle-aged man dressed in aristocratic formal clothes with a serious face slowly walked behind the young man, bowed slightly to him, and saluted.

He wore a black straight aristocratic gown, with shields and swords carved on his white shoulders, and a cold look on his well-maintained face. It's completely impossible to see through his thoughts. The beautiful mustache is as neat and smooth as the hair, which also fully reveals the meticulous character of the owner.

At this moment, he was standing quietly behind the young man, looking at His Highness in front of him with a characteristic indifference, but this was not disrespectful to His Highness, but his unique way of expressing respect.

The man gazed at the dark clouds of color in the sky, which were like ink dripping into the clear water, staining the whole sky black, and even the sunlight was cut off behind the heavy curtain.

“……… Moths always like to flapping their wings towards the flames, and no matter how much the water is stopped, it will only flow downwards rather than upstreams. ”

The man chuckled, "The Heroes, I am bound to get a place in the extraterritorial battlefield." ”

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly cracked a crack at some point, and a ray of moonlight shone down, enveloping him, and the golden and silver eyes exuded a faint luster, reflecting his whole person in a particularly mysterious way.

A long pale blonde hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and the pair of one-gold-one-silver eyes matched the man's handsome face, which looked particularly charming.

He was also wearing a heavy gray-black cloak behind his back, which was not long, just enough to completely cover the entire back, and the top was like the fur of an animal, shining with a shiny and smooth sheen. A blood-colored sword pattern in the center is wrapped in the middle of two concentric circles, like a blood-red aiming crosshair pattern, giving people a luxurious and mysterious feeling.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

The steward did not make any objections, as if it were a matter of course and a matter of course.

Because this young man, as one of the eight great families of the Federation, a descendant of the royal family of the Middle Ages, and the only concubine of the Solomon family, known as Ferdinand Solomon, known as the [Immortal Sun], he has this qualification and confidence!

With the gradual development of the times, the legend of the Divine Monarch maintained a lofty posture, gradually withdrawing as a deterrent, and the era of individual force dominating the world gradually passed. In its place is the power of the collective. The common class is rising unstoppably under this trend.

Until modern times, the aristocracy with an ancient history has also put aside their reserved pride, and the commoner class is not clearly divided into two factions. At least, on the surface, there is not much gap between the nobility and the commoners. But for the true nobles who have been inherited for thousands of years, they are always the difference between heaven and earth and commoners.

These ancient nobles, the inheritance of ten thousand years makes them have enough qualifications to be proud. For these ancient nobles, there are always very few who are truly called nobles.

The Solomon family is one of them.

"Caesar, Lelan Garros, and Flowing Maple ...... I've been waiting for you for a long time......"

The man's soft murmur floated in the night sky for a long time......

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Neptune.

The planet that was once difficult for life to survive on has long been transformed by the Federation's powerful science and technology and the bloody struggle of generations of Federation immigrants, and has long become a living planet like the mother planet of the Earth, where countless people build homes and multiply.

Of course, this place will also be attacked by interstellar pirates and starry beasts from time to time, but the residents here are not worried.

Because one of the eight families of the Federation, the Liufeng family, is guarded here.

The eight families of the Federation, the Lin family and the Ye family stand on the earth, in charge of the army, Augustine and Alexander are located on the moon, sitting on one side.

And the Liufeng family, living in Neptune, is not as powerful as the other ones in the Federation, but its influence is not at all different!

Because, this is a real martial arts family, and there are endless horror masters, and his family's "Empty Sword Dao" is one of the strongest sword ways in the entire star field!

Feng Yan, the mainstream of the family, is a peerless powerhouse who has stepped into the legendary realm, ranking one of the thirteen speakers.

The eight great families, separated from several living planets, jointly support the support of the Federation.

Among them, the Liufeng family has mastered the "Empty Kendo", swordsmanship has always been known for being fast, their family has honed the functions of the body to the extreme, and after countless long years, they still stand at the apex of swordsmanship, looking down on the whole world.

Neptune, Andruel Mountains.

The cold peaks here stand together, and at a glance there are cold ice peaks more than a thousand feet high, the cold wind is howling, and a white snow is sprinkled between the heaven and the earth. In the sky, a white shadow stood straight like a sword, standing proudly on the top of a thousand-zhang ice peak in the wind.

This figure standing with his hands in his hands strolled forward, occasionally condensing, and the sword qi of his whole body was like frost, like a human-shaped ball of light.

It was a kind of glare that people couldn't help but close their eyes, but it was not because of the light, but because of the sharpness of the aftermath, piercing people's eyes, and it felt as if the sun was shining directly into their eyes.

He was dressed in a fluttering white robe, with an inky long sword hanging from his waist, and walked into the air without hurrying.

Although there is only one person, the wind and color have overwhelmed the momentum of this heaven and earth, and between this heaven and earth, there seems to be only this person, this sword. Even the dark clouds in the sky that have not dispersed for many years seem to have turned white.

"The Heroes, is it about to start?"

The man raised his head, under his long snow-white hair, his eyes were as cold as ice, this was not a deliberate kind, but a kind of cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The deep black of his gaze was as flowing as the night, and there was an indescribable sense of weirdness.

"Very good, swordsmanship is complete, there is a shortage of masters, try the sword for me."

"Extraterritorial battlefields? It's a nice place! ”

As soon as the words fell, a sword light rose from the ground, and it was instantaneous, and there was no sound for a long time, and there was silence in the four fields.

The heavens and the earth were even more silent and cold, and only the whirring wind swirled in the air.

……

A desolate Siberian ice field, in an unknown ice valley.

The ice peaks that protrude from the silvery white ice surface are like a semi-circle, embracing a large azure glacial lake as pure as jewels.

On the vast ice of the glacial lake, near the ice peak, a man with his upper body is sitting cross-legged on the white ice, seemingly in a meditative state.

When I approached the man, I saw that he had long thick black hair, and the contours of his face were angular, each line as if cut by a straight knife, revealing a sense of masculinity. The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and his expression was full of determination.

He wore a feather helmet on his head, his bare body, his muscles bulged like rock slashing, full of explosive power and violent beauty, and also covered with shocking scars, some new and old, some of them were still bloody, a black belt five finger wide was tied around his waist, and his lower body was animal skin combat pants and combat boots that were wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and a black black iron battle axe with at least four meters was suspended at his side, the axe was heavy, four fingers wide, and roughly estimated to weigh at least 10,000 catties.

"The Heroes, I'm also interested......"

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his whole body was filled with a wild aura, like a savage god of war, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, the essence overflowed, as if a wisp of sharp cold light escaped from his pupils.

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The clear sound of the harp flowed quietly like flowing water in the large study.

The bright sunlight shone through the body of the person who played the piano, and the long golden hair was softly draped over the shoulders, shining with a faint glow.

A young man with a near-perfect face sat in a piano room surrounded by flowers in a white suit with a slender and straight body, and the countless flowers around him seemed to become his foil. He always has a modest smile on his face, and his dress is always meticulous and exquisite.

The slender and slender ten fingers kept plucking back and forth on the harp. Wisps of music flowed out slowly. Everything around seems to be plunged into the sound of quiet music.

The long and neat golden hair, which is dazzling and wavy, is draped over the shoulders, like a silk thread drawn by gold, pure and natural. Perfect and delicate facial features, the most perfect face in the mind of any woman, a straight figure, as if all the adjectives of perfection were set up for him.

He has a pair of blue eyes like crystal, coupled with long hair as bright as the sun, a handsome face, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, it can be said that he is full of mysterious charm.

Several maids who were still tidying up the garden happened to appear in the garden outside the piano room window at this time, and they were shyly watching the young man playing the piano out of the corner of their eyes.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew into the room, raising thick curtains, and the sound of the piano echoed throughout the room.

And the man was gone.

As the fingertips stopped, so did the rhythm.

"Master Lancelot is still perfect. Seriously, I've never seen such a perfect human being. ”

After a long time, a young girl exhaled, held her heart in her hands, looked at the window and sighed softly. "A man of great talent, erudite and talented, proficient in twelve foreign languages, with hundreds of millions of family fortunes, near-perfect appearance, and a soft and ...... temperament"

Balabala......

The girl said a lot in one breath, but none of the other maids interrupted her, as if the words were not enough to describe the man.