"You found out, too. In the cold wind, Su Qin's voice still seemed so clear.

"Hmm. Ximen Tian answered, quickly skimmed over the snow quilt, and ran to the other side of the mountain.

At the moment when he stepped on the bare dead branch, a rotten hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him straight in!

Due to the staggered and complex environment and the chaotic aura fluctuations, Ximen Tian did not notice the abnormality under his feet, and only had time to swing his sword and slash, and then disappeared into the snow.

"Ask the sky!" Su Qin flicked her fingers and drew a circle in the air, and then with a slight mention, the snow centered on her scattered to both sides, revealing a black hole. Without any hesitation, she rushed in.

And on the top of the Tianduan Mountain Range, a man and a woman stand on a high cliff. The woman was young and colorful, but her eyes always flashed with a terrifying light, while the man, with his cane and a more kind face, stood behind her like her butler.

"Uncle Kun, you said that the owner of this sword is my ancestor?" In the blizzard, the woman quietly looked at the long sword that was only three feet away from her.

The sword radiated a gentle glow, and there was not a trace of snow in the surrounding area. After the long sword, a sword mark spread all the way up the mountain, tens of thousands of feet. Obviously, the sword intent that Ximen Tian perceived was emanating from this sword mark.

"Yes, you are the surviving remnant of the Simon family. There was a hint of sadness in Uncle Kun's tone. In the bloody case more than fifty years ago, the Demon Sword Hall that destroyed the Ximen family has long been destroyed, and the source of it is only the story of the Heavenly Broken Mountain Range.

"Family, what does the family have to do with me? I am now the core disciple of the Corpse Sect, I want to be stronger than him!" the woman looked down at the bottomless sword marks, and a fanatical smile appeared on her delicate face.

The wind howled, blowing away the snow piles up, revealing some broken weapons and the corpses that had been cut off by the waist, which looked particularly terrifying.

"Ying'er, you ......" Uncle Kun just wanted to say something, but saw that her face gradually turned cold, and immediately stopped talking.

He was the steward of the Simon family, and Simon Ying was probably the only bloodline left by the Simon family back then. Despite all the words that tried to persuade them, the deep-seated loyalty to the Lord blocked the words that came to their mouths.

"The weak, you don't deserve to be my ancestor! you don't need to say more!" Ximen Ying turned around, her cold expression was a little similar to the sect that Ximen Tian had killed at the beginning, obviously caused by the unique atmosphere of the corpse sect.

"Only the real strong are recognized by my Ximen Ying. She suddenly showed an obsessive look, and the greed in her eyes grew more and more intense.

Then, Ximen Ying folded her hands in front of her chest, and the traction force extended towards the long sword, wanting to take it for herself.

The long sword that had sunk deep into the cliff exuded a soft glow, and the moment the brilliance lightly touched the aura, the circular ripples produced a slight resistance force. In the light, the phantom of a white tiger leaping was faintly visible.

"Since I am a descendant of Simon, I will no longer be troubled by you. You're not fit for this sword, so please leave. The long sword let out a sword roar, and the wild and uninhibited sound reached the ears of the two of them.

Seeing this, the housekeeper named Uncle Kun hurriedly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the long sword on the cliff.

"Ying'er, don't hurry up and meet the ancestors. Seeing that Ximen Ying was still standing there and watching, Uncle Kun immediately grabbed the corner of her skirt and wanted to make her kneel.

"Fuck off. Ximen Ying's delicate face finally showed an expression of disgust, and kicked Uncle Kun away, revealing her dark nature.

"You're just a cultivator of Vientiane, you've been dead for six hundred years, and you still want to stop me from taking the sword?

The long sword roared softly, and the vague tiger shadow flashed, and the three silk threads were severed by sharp teeth. For a split second, an undetectable breeze swept across her cheeks.

"White Tiger?" Ximen Ying's face changed, his body retreated violently, and dozens of silk threads in his sleeves were tightly entwined with the long sword that could transform into a white tiger.

The long sword stood still, and several sword qi were scattered and cut, quickly cutting off the silk thread. The silk thread that had been extremely aggressive before was wiped out in an instant.

"White Tiger Sword...... It's a good sword. Ximen Ying brushed her cheeks, her face was full of resentment, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out of her fingers, falling drop by drop into the snow, and finally disappeared into the blizzard.

"Ying'er, you ......"

"If you care about me, I don't mind killing you. Ximen Ying didn't look back this time, but this cold word made everyone feel extremely chilled when they heard it.

The White Tiger Sword remained motionless, reining in the spirit that emanated from it. Although it has a trace of ignorant spirituality, it has a limited amount of spiritual energy stored after all, and if it is not controlled by its owner, it will take a long time for it to recover.

"Ximen Feixue, don't blame me for not being merciful!" a corpse claw rushed towards the White Tiger Sword with a strong corpse aura.

The White Tiger Sword flashed and easily blocked it, but it was greeted by a variety of corpse sect exercises.

Holding the spirit stone in his hand, Ximen Ying continued to use corpse qi to devour the resistance light curtain of the White Tiger Sword, and launched a long-lasting confrontation at the top of the Heavenly Broken Mountain Range.

It's just tea time, and the White Tiger Sword, which is famous in the immortal cultivation world, has greatly lost its brilliance, and its resistance is getting weaker and weaker. But Ximen Ying's face became more and more ugly.

"You still won't give in to me?"

The White Tiger Sword did not answer, but the cracks in the sword proved its determination. It is the sword of the sword god! How many strong enemies have been killed by following the master, even if all things tend to be auspicious and avoid evil, but all things still have their arrogance! If you don't recognize it, you don't recognize it!

"Very good!" Ximen Ying laughed wildly, and with a bite of the tip of his tongue, a pure blood arrow sprayed on the sword, and the corpse qi in his hand was urged to the extreme, and he walked towards the White Tiger Sword step by step.

The White Tiger Sword felt the blood of the Ximen family, and the sword body trembled, almost giving up resistance.

At this moment, her face suddenly turned pale, her body staggered, and she only took a step forward before falling to the snow.

"Ying'er!" Uncle Kun, who was originally unable to regret it, was shocked when he saw this, and quickly helped Ximen Ying up.

And halfway up the mountain, Ximen looked at the corpse puppet who was cut into more than a dozen pieces by himself and Su Qin with a dark face, and his anger was surging.

"Corpse Sect, dare to fight my ancestor's idea, I vow to destroy you!" A roar resounded through the sky, and the snow on the mountain instantly rioted, and the snow from the top of the mountain was like the most majestic wave of the Tianjiang River, wanting to swallow the whole world.

Su Qin pulled up Ximen Tian, went up against the avalanche snow, and flew straight to the top of Tianduan Mountain.

After half a pillar of incense, two streamers, one white and one purple, stayed on the edge of the high cliff in the sky, looking at the old and the young on the side of the white tiger sword.

"The immortal cultivators of the Corpse Sect are not worthy of disturbing my ancestors!" Ximen Tianxing's eyes flashed, and he immediately locked on the weak and powerless Ximen Ying. The right hand was slightly clenched, and the cremation turned into a sword shape.

"You, what are you going to do?" Ximen Ying felt helpless and frightened for the first time, this is from the shadow of death.

"Let's bury with your half-step flying stiff!" With an indifferent word, a green luan pounced on the two of them with a long chirp.

"Wait! Let me say a word!" Uncle Kun closed his eyes and blocked in front of Ximen Ying.

Say. The blazing flames scorched the air around him, turning the cold sweat on Uncle Kun's forehead into steam.

"She's your sister. ”