On the twelfth day of the first month, it was stung, and the frost and cold dew were heavy.

At the moment of dawn, the wind is sprinkled with snow, and the spring is deep.

Jin Wangfu, outside the door of the six open instruments, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe stood proudly.

Let the wind and snow fall on the felt hat, the dark color of the big blue shooks with the wind, and the cold cold wind blew the expressionless middle-aged face.

There was a click, and his eyes moved slightly.

The sword qi was approaching, and he ignored it.

The sound of horses' hooves stopped a hundred feet away.

The handsome young man dismounted and walked.

After exhaling a light breath, he raised his eyes to stare at the man, a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

According to the secret report of the Demon Suppression Prison, this Jinju 'prince' had reached the half-step infant refining level as early as twenty years ago.

Twenty years of living in the shallow and hiding.

Haven't done it for twenty years.

It seems that there will never be a day.

But there is no doubt that although this is not as powerful as the old Jin King Xiahou Xu, he has already cultivated several generations of Jin kings.

Killing Qing Dan is like slaughtering a dog.

Abuse of half a baby is as easy as a breeze.

Twenty years ago, this was the case, so now that he has turned over and is in charge of Jinju, how far has he reached?

The white-robed young man's eyes drooped slightly, and today he was going to brush this tiger whisker.

Patting the horse, it snorted, glanced at the white-robed boy, and ran away.

He began to draw his sword.

The breath spreads between heaven and earth.

Three hundred zhang away, at the corners of the streets and alleys, Tianxin, Shen Guangyin and Murong Yan were like facing a great enemy.

Shen Guangyin's eyes were complicated, looking at the thin figure like a moth to a fire, his lips squirmed, "Why is this so?" ”

Murong Yan began to concentrate on her qi, there seemed to be perseverance in her eyes, and as Xiahou Chun's breath spread, she exhaled like an orchid, her eyes were faint, and she said softly: "One mountain does not allow two tigers." ”

Tianxin was silent for a moment, and then said coldly: "Resisting the infant with Qing Dan is tantamount to shaking a tree with a mayfly. ”

A trace of gloom flashed in Murong Yan's eyes, glanced at the powerful existence standing at the gate of the palace, and after taking a deep breath of cold air, he snorted: "It's not that only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light the lamps. ”

Shen Guangyin sighed secretly, they were naturally not fools, in fact, they had just entered Jinzhou City, and they had been calculated.

And in this Jinju of Nuoda, how many can drive the existence of the Xiao family and the Cui family?

The so-called 'gentleman' is just a knife of that person.

Airplanes.

A string sounded.

The wind and snow on both sides of the street are blowing into the air.

Like flying sand and rocks, frost and snow are filled.

Moved.

The white-robed young man moved.

Snort.

A chilling sword light broke through the air.

Sen Leng's sword qi slashed through the fifty zhang wind and snow barrier and reached the front of the man.

Poof.

Dead leaves fall.

The man didn't move, and the sword qi disappeared in front of him.

Fallen to the ground with dead leaves.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes were deep, and there seemed to be sarcasm in his eyes:

"Brother Huang taught you this?"

"If the technique stops here, I'm afraid you won't even have the qualifications to worship the house."

The white-robed young man was silent.

Actually, he wanted to say, the old guy didn't teach anything.

Immediately, his eyes were sharp, and a buzzing sounded in his ears.

'The mountain is getting green' floating on his side, ready to go.

He chuckled, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, it was just an appetizer just now." ”

The middle-aged squinted slightly, and shook off the embroidered robe.

The wind and snow form a ball, spinning rapidly, and it is the size of a baby's head in the middle of a breath.

"Then the king will come and see what kind of means our Royal Highness the Crown Prince has."

As soon as the words fell, the snowball rolled forward.

In an instant.

A huge momentum was like a snowspout, blasting towards the white-robed youth.

The Tianxin body at the entrance of the street was shocked, and the 'Tianxin Order' above his head was dripping and turning, and he was about to make a move.

Unexpectedly, Shen Guangyin stopped her and said in a deep voice: "No! ”

At the same time, there was also Murong Yan, who took the first step.

Murong Yan's eyes rolled coldly, "Do you want to die?" ”

Shen Guangyin said with a straight face: "This is a family matter of the Xiahou family, you and I must not interfere." ”

Tianxin snorted coldly, "What bullshit, could it be that you just watched him get killed?" ”

Shen Guangyin said meaningfully: "You don't believe me, don't you still believe His Royal Highness the Prince?" ”

He smiled and said, "Besides, isn't Master Puji secretly watching?" ”

Murong Yan frowned, and after glancing at a certain direction in the air, he restrained his breath.

Last night, Xiahou Chun and Puji tentatively made an alliance, in order to persuade the Jin Wangfu to match, how did they come up with a 'one-trick appointment'.

After thinking for a moment, Xiahou Chun agreed.

Now that Taikang has lost his morality, Emperor Jing is 'retreating', and his weight as a prince has dropped too much, and he is no longer able to suppress the Jin Palace.

After thinking about it, if you want to persuade the new Jin King to come to the aid of the Northern Imperial Kou, the only way to show your first strength is to show your strength.

Otherwise, he would not even be qualified to talk to him on an equal footing.

Relying solely on the Tiance Battalion and the Qinzhou Army of Shenluo in the Eastern Capital, the strength in Xiahou Chun's hands was still slightly weak.

It was too late, and in an instant, snowspouts rolled in.

It was as if it was being enveloped in an avalanche.

This is the power of infant refining.

At this moment, within a hundred zhang, the aura of heaven and earth was completely wiped out by the snow tornado.

Xiahou Chun can't draw strength temporarily, and only he can rely on himself.

I saw that his sleeve robe shook, and a seal fell into the palm of his hand.

The 'Demon Source' seal glowed with jet-black light, along the white arm, reaching the internal organs.

A mysterious aura enveloped Xiahou Chun's body.

He looked up slowly, his eyes full of squint.

There was a glint in his eyes, and the aura of Qingdan slowly spread out.

The soybean-sized Qing Dan in the abdomen trembled slightly, and the spiritual power reached the palm of his hand.

At this moment, he is Qingdan, not Qingdan.

Also at this moment, the snowspout swept ten feet in front of him.

He reached out and gently grasped the 'Mountain Growing Green'.

A stream of green light burst out.

The brilliant light is like blooming, as if it is connected to the blue sky and down to the blue abyss.

The snow rolled unhindered, unceremoniously covering the white-robed youth.

In an instant, it was swallowed up.

But at this moment, Xiahou Chun took a step forward with his sword.

The long sword went straight forward and slashed suddenly!!

Rumble!!

"Scatter!!"

A cold voice erupted.

The snowspout trembled violently and burst open like a wave of air.

But the white-robed young man suddenly retreated.

A finger followed him like a shadow, dotting between his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe directly stepped through the snowspout, crossed the fifty zhang distance, and killed!

Xiahou Chun's body burst and retreated.

The middle-aged did not give up, and his fingers instantly turned into palms.

The breath in the palm of the hand is amazing, and it has the power of refining babies.

Once Xiahou Chun is struck by this palm, his head will be torn apart in an instant.

The eyes of the two collided at this moment.

There seemed to be sparks flying, and there were even invisible Dao methods clashing.

Poof.

Xiahou Chun spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

Hearts collided, and he was almost completely defeated.

But that's not all.

The sharp palm of his forehead seemed to penetrate his scalp and split his head in half.

But Xiahou Chun's eyes were cold, and he spit out a word: "Fall!" ”

"Phew!!"

An incandescent light fell from the sky.

Suddenly stabbed towards Xiahou Chuntian Linggai.

Once this sword is stabbed, Xiahou Chun will definitely be skewered into a sugar gourd.

But that middle-aged discoloration.

Brake suddenly.

And in an instant, retract the thunderbolt palm.

According to the rapid retreat trend of the two of them, the sword on the top of the head naturally failed to stab Xiahou Chun.

On the contrary, it will give the middle-aged man a 'sword from the sky', and it will be cold from the top of his head.

Burst.

The sword fell through the arm.

The middle-aged man snorted, and Huo Ran lowered his eyes.

Murderous!!

After all, he was a little late for a tenth of a moment.

The incandescent sword qi pierced through the void directly and passed through his elbow.

Plunged into the snow.

The middle-aged man stopped, and quickly tapped a few times on his arm to stop the bleeding and heal the wound.

He raised his eyes to look at the white-robed young man who was twenty feet away, his body trembling.

I saw that the 'mountain is getting green' in his hand is gone, and instead it is a long sword with a glowing white light.

The name of the sword, Nanke.

In a few hours, the wind stops and the snow disappears.

The green mango rotates, suspended on the side.

Xiahou Chun exhaled lightly, holding the sword and raising his eyes.

"Dare to ask Uncle Wang, I don't know if my nephew is qualified to visit the mansion now?"