There was a brief silence in the air, and all four people on the top of the mountain paused eerily, and only the sound of partial snow collapsing could be heard.

The former butler of the Simon family was extremely nervous, and he was inevitably a little afraid when he encountered such a scene after following the head of the family for so many years. Even being burned by the blazing heat of Qingluan's fire sword, he didn't dare to retreat in the slightest. He was afraid that if he made a wrong move, the long sword would sink into his eyebrows and strangle himself into ashes.

Ximen Ying, who was hiding behind Uncle Kun, lost the arrogance and ruthlessness just now, and her delicate body kept trembling. The half-step flying zombie she relied on, this Xuan Da Perfection Growth Corpse Puppet was a capital that she had a special status in the Corpse Sect, and it was almost everything to her.

But the capital she was proud of was so vulnerable in front of the young man in white in front of her, and the state of the corpse puppet that had just gone from intact to destroyed in a few breaths made her more than afraid now.

"You're lying. Ximen Tian was stunned, and his cold tone once again made the two of them mention it in their hearts. Su Qin leaned on Ximen Tian's shoulder, and also raised his head in surprise, with a puzzled look in his beautiful eyes.

"You...... Aren't you a descendant of the Simon family?" Uncle Kun's face was like ashes, and he fell to the ground weakly.

"Who is she?" Ximen Tian already knew it, but his tone was still cold, making people feel like falling into an ice cave.

"I'm Ximen Ying, the disciple of the Sect Master of the Corpse Sect! My master has a heavenly and human drought, you dare to kill me?" Ximen Ying panicked, but she didn't expect that the blade would be tightly pressed against her neck in the next moment.

Uncle Kun threw himself on his knees and smashed down two deep snow pits.

"Let me hear the word Corpse Sect again, and I will make you die. "What happened in Xingshan Village made Ximen Tian inevitably have a lot of disgust for the Corpse Sect.

Ximen Ying was shocked and frightened, and fear seemed to penetrate into her bones. In the past, she thought that she was a genius of the Heavenly Circle, but in fact, she could be personally favored by the sect master of the Corpse Sect from among the people in the mortal realm, and she was indeed a genius who was one in a million.

But now she has no power to resist in the face of the young man in white who is about the same age as herself, and allows him to dominate life and death, and a sense of shame and helplessness arises spontaneously.

"I ruined your future, so you want to kill me, don't you?" Ximen Tian seemed to smile, and the Qingluan Lihuo Sword in his hand gradually faded and disappeared.

On the top of the mountain, a ray of light shone on his white clothes, and the proud figure was isolated, and the clothes fluttered slightly, which was somewhat similar to the scene six hundred years ago.

"Sure enough, it's his descendant, I have to hurry up and tell Lord Yin Qiu. "In a small sect closest to the Heavenly Broken Mountain Range, a miscellaneous disciple who was carrying water suddenly raised his head, and the breath of Vientiane flashed.

You must know that the sect master of this sect is only a cultivator in the early stage of Vientiane, who is this miscellaneous disciple? Why is he so jealous of Ximen Feixue!

Ximen Ying gritted her teeth and let the snow fall on the fox fur. She was so small now that she could only keep her head down and keep her voice silent. If the eyes could kill, Ximen Tian would have died a thousand times.

"Do you look down on our Ximen family's swordsmanship?" Ximen Tian shook his head and gestured to Uncle Kun, who was like being amnestied, and the stone hanging in his heart finally landed.

Ximen Ying still didn't answer, her hands tightly clasped the rocks covered with snow, and even clutched them a little purple.

"Huh?" just this light sentence, Ximen Tian stood by her side, waiting for her next step.

"Kill me. Ximen Ying raised her head, with a little emptiness in her eyes.

"Don't you want to be stronger than him?" the white-clothed young man pointed at the White Tiger Sword, the temptation of this somewhat broken quasi-holy weapon was not so great compared to him. It's more of a symbolic meaning, a family symbol, a symbol of fearlessness.

"Are you mocking me? You ruined my future with your own hands, and I'm already a waste!" she suddenly shouted hysterically, her ten fingers quickly stretched out, and she grabbed Ximen Tian frantically, and the corpse sect exercises she had learned in her life quickly exploded in just a few steps.

Su Qin just wanted to make a move, but Ximentian's left hand leaned on her shoulder, turned his head sideways and shook it slightly, his left foot was a little, and the two quickly retreated.

One catch, nine tribulations of the yin corpse! Two catches, soul devouring and refining! Three catches, ten thousand poisonous bloody hands!

The long, sharp, blackened and purple nails are like corpse puppets, and every move carries the belief of killing and deadly corpse poison, even if the Vientiane monk sticks to it, it will cause trouble.

One retreat, easy freehand, two retreats, close to the end of the world, three retreats, away from the fire sword!

The two figures, one white and one purple, stood in the air like flying immortals. Ximen Tian looked directly at Su Qin, he didn't look at Ximen Ying for the three retreats just now.

Ten thousand poisonous bloody hands grabbed the air at once, and sank deep into the snow, shooting up the sky full of snow. The Corpse Sect's extremely vicious Nine Yin Fingers carved out ten large holes in the snow, and pressed against the 10,000-year-old ice beneath the snow layer. With her as the center, the corpse poison spreads rapidly in the snow.

"You. Su Qin sighed and gently pushed Ximen Tian away.

Ximen Tian's face turned red, he let go of the hand holding the beauty's waist, and silently recited the magic in his mouth, and Qingluan quickly threw out the fire sword.

"Huh!" The nails of the ten fingers were all cut off, and the secret exercises of the corpse sect were broken.

Ximen Ying's face was like ashes, and she was about to cut off her heart, but she didn't expect a heavy hand on the top of her head, and the majestic and pure spiritual power domineeringly followed the Baihui acupoint to trace the four meridians and eight veins in unison, driving away the cold power of the corpse sect.

The piercing pain went straight to the meridians, deep into the bone marrow, and the corpse qi that had been attached to the meridians for more than 20 years was stripped off little by little, this pain was like ten thousand ants coming to eat, and she almost fainted to death.

"Why practice this kind of exercise that hurts others and harms yourself?" Ximen Tian's right hand was raised slightly, and a strong corpse qi gushed out from the Baihui acupoint, and then was dispersed by the power of the dragon vein.

"This is the practice of refining corpses. Su Qin stepped on the snow step by step, and quickly recognized the essence of the exercise with her rich experience.

"I was deceived and didn't know it. Ximen Tian sighed lightly and helped up the weak woman in the fox fur.

"You'd better kill me. Ximen Ying was still immersed in a huge sense of disparity and couldn't let go for a long time.

"If you are willing to learn the sword, I can give you the family exercises and the White Tiger Sword. Ximen Tian signaled, let Uncle Kun help Ximen Ying, and he walked towards the White Tiger Sword.

The White Tiger Sword stood on top of the mountain cliff, and the cold wind blew through, and a slight sword roar sounded. Ximen Tian just looked at it from a distance, and didn't do anything.

"Ancestors. After a long time, Ximen Tian knelt on the ground, bowed to the sword three times, straightened up, and walked towards the cliff.

Su Qin just wanted to stop it, but as if he remembered something, he gave up the idea in his heart, and his expression was a little gloomy.

He, is he still the same him?

The White Tiger Sword let out a pleasant chirp, as if he saw his master, and his own light curtain automatically lifted.

A phantom shadow hung between him and the White Tiger Sword, exactly the same as the figure in the tomb of Marquis Wu.

The phantom gradually dissipated, and Ximen Tian leaned on the White Tiger Sword with one hand, used his divine power, and pulled it out violently!