In a trance, Qin Tian felt as if his body had become a dry lake, and with the integration of these energies, the feeling of comfort became more and more abundant, until finally, the majestic spiritual power surged in Qin Tian's meridians, like a river entering the sea, under Qin Tian's control, it was infused towards the dantian at an extremely violent speed, and in an instant, a roar and a cold voice sounded in Qin Tian's mind at the same time:

"Boom!"

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Li Muchen's eyes looked at Qin Tian with a little surprise, and with his keen perception, he could detect the changes in Qin Tian's body.

That surging force made the air ripple and ripple, and Li Muchen's eyes also rippled, he knew that Qin Tianyue had only broken through to the Spirit Emperor Ninth Rank before, in other words, it had been less than two months since Qin Tian entered the Spirit Emperor Ninth Fold, but in less than two months, he was able to hit the bottleneck?

"Although this little guy's cultivation is crazy, the accumulation of just two months is far from enough. If he wants to forcibly break through, I'm afraid it will take several months to consolidate his cultivation, and even leave hidden dangers to his body. Li Muchen frowned slightly, and shot towards Qin Tian like a wild goose in the void, but before Li Muchen stepped into the area of Qin Tian's several zhang radius, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a shocked look instantly covered his face, and the soles of his raised feet froze in midair.

A feeling that made Li Muchen feel cold all over his body flooded Li Muchen's body, and Li Muchen noticed that the tumbling waterfall and the secluded pool were freezing into ice at a terrifying speed, and even the warm sunlight was frozen in mid-air.

What kind of power is this? Li Muchen felt an inexplicable chill with the cultivation of an innate powerhouse, as if as long as he took another step forward, then that kind of power would completely freeze himself, raising his eyes, Li Muchen's gaze fell on Qin Tian's calm face, under the illumination of the sun, the latter's face was as white as jade, and a faint frost appeared between his sword eyebrows, crystal clear.

"Is this power coming from Qin Tian?" Li Muchen twisted together, but his tone was uncertain: "How can there be such a terrifying power in his body?" No, this power comes from the way of the sword, and the way of the sword leads to the vision of heaven and earth, what kind of way of the sword is this?"

Li Muchen whispered softly, for fear of disturbing Qin Tian, and walked back, and at this moment, the goose-feather-like snow fluttered down in the warm sunlight. When the snow floc fell on Li Muchen's shoulders, Li Muchen's whole body was excited, and he even stretched out his hand to support these snow flocs, his eyes were shocked, and he used the sword to attract the vision of heaven and earth, what a terrifying sword dao can do.

"It's hard to see. Li Muchen muttered softly, but there was a look of caution in his eyes. He didn't know what Qin Tian was doing now, but what he was sure of was that Qin Tian couldn't be disturbed in any way.

And just when Li Muchen was stunned, Qin Tian had already found himself in an ancient road at dusk, and the snow was falling in a hurry, and at this moment, a white-clothed figure like snow stepped on the afterglow in a hurry. Wake up to this snowstorm, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. The plum blossoms blooming in the wind on both sides of the ancient road have lost their original color, and even the world in front of them has lost its color and is dull.

Seeing this familiar back, Qin Tian should have been ecstatic, but at this moment, his state of mind was like the ice and snow that would not melt in the distant mountains, as quiet as snow.

"Simon blows snow. Qin Tian muttered softly, recalling the state when he used Ximen to blow snow, just like using Ye Gucheng's artistic conception of self-solitude.

And at this very moment. The snow-like figure stopped in vain, as if hearing Qin Tian's muttering to himself, and raised his head, but instead of looking at Qin Tian, he looked at the end of the ancient road.

Qin Tian also raised his head and looked at the end of the ancient road, only to see a dazzling sword light rushing towards him.

Assassination!

This was Qin Tian's only thought.

His gaze was fixed on the falling snow, as if he hadn't noticed the sword light. At the moment when the sword light was about to touch the white clothes, Qin Tian noticed that he calmly held the ancient black sheath long sword behind his back, followed by a cold sword light rippling out, blending into this wind and snow.

Burst!

At the moment when he drew his sword, a blood lotus bloomed in the wind.

Then the swift figure fell to the ground, splashing scarlet all over the ground.

"It's a very elegant murderous swordfight. Qin Tian muttered, but his gaze stopped on his movements. I saw Ximen Fuxue slowly raise the ancient long sword in his hand, and gently blew up the blood beads that swirled around it, and the blood beads gently drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and fell in the wind and snow. In the blink of an eye, it was covered by the wind and snow, and the sword peak became as pale as snow again.

Qin Tian looked at the sword peak, and a side face as pale as snow was reflected on it.

"There will always be an inexhaustible treacherous person in this world, and when you stab people in the throat with your sword, and see the blood bloom under your sword, you can always see the splendor of that moment, and you will know that there is nothing like that kind of beauty. ”

The cold voice was like snow wool on the ground, Qin Tian looked at the white-clothed figure in the distance, and then looked at the corpse on the ground that was covered by the wind and snow, raised his head to look at the snow fluttering in the sky, and couldn't help but say: "Loneliness as pale as snow." ”

The slanting sun, the clothes as pale as snow, the sword peak, the side face, and the loneliness seemed to be imprinted in it.

Following his steps, Qin Tian walked to the end of the Dusk Ancient Path.

There is a mountain villa there, Wanmei Villa, but there is not a single plum tree in the villa, but Qin Tian can smell the fragrance of flowers coming to his face. Simon Blowing Snow stands upright, like a sculpture that has stood there since ancient times.

Looking at this figure, Qin Tian couldn't help but think of Ye Gucheng, when he first saw Ye Gucheng, he also saw a touch of loneliness in Ye Gucheng's eyes, it was a kind of loneliness that was left behind and independent of the red dust, and Qin Tian also saw loneliness in the always indifferent and cold eyes of Ximen Blowing Snow, it was a kind of loneliness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and was pale and weak, but when he held the Qigu long sword behind him, this loneliness seemed to be insignificant.

Wanmei Villa is very large, and the undulating bamboo houses and pavilions show a majestic spirit, but in Qin Tian's eyes, this Wanmei Villa is very small, and the small one is only the lonely white-clothed figure in front of him, Qin Tian stood in the wind and snow, quietly staring at this white-clothed figure.

Time is silent.

Qin Tian stared like this, he didn't know how long this gaze was, short as a blink of an eye, or as long as a lifetime.

He only remembered that when the wind was blowing, Ximen Blowing Snow always danced his sword in the wind and snow, forgetting to sleep and eat, year after year, day after day, the loneliness in that lonely eye became stronger and stronger, like a maggot attached to the bone lingering.