The snow covers the sky, the morning rooster does not crow, and there is no sound in the morning of this deer city.

The clouds shade the sun, the old dog is not an urn, and there are two figures standing on the path outside the city.

One blue and one purple, the man in Tsing Yi is very young, holding a heroic soul in his hand, and his eyes are deep and dark. The snow blew his silver threads, and in the early morning of the snow, he said to the purple-clothed man who was only a hundred steps in front of him: "Thinking about it like this, I really haven't taught Uncle Worry. ”

Zhao Xiang, who was dressed in purple, nodded, and looked around with eyes that had been provoking him for a few years. On this snow-capped deer city, King Gu Sheng and the old beggar in black were looking down against the wall with their hands down. They would talk to each other from time to time, but most of them remained silent. On the other hand, Li Mochou and Su Yang also came over early in the morning. The two of them found a place where no one was, and the two of them looked at Shen Qingwen, who was so big. Su Yang is okay, after all, he met Shen Qingwen some time ago, and although he passed by, he also had an impact. It's different from Mochou. He excitedly took his daughter-in-law's hand and said that this child really looks like his mother, and this posture of holding a sword looks like his father's teaching.

In Zhulu City, Gu Pingguo, who looked sleepy, was lying on the city wall with the black beggar in front of him. With a snort, and sleepy eyes looking out, she was calm. Turning her head, her good-looking eyes were full of puzzlement, she asked the black beggar Shen Qingwen what he was doing outside the city in the morning, and he still had a sword in his hand. The black beggar grinned and bared his yellow teeth, and he pointed to the purple-clothed figure, saying that there was a good show to watch next.

The black and white robes fluttered in the snow, and Zhao Minmin stood at the top of the city wall, holding a small umbrella in his hand. Perhaps, among these people, she is the only one in a dilemma. Her surname is Zhao, and she is the princess of Zhao Kingdom, which can never be changed. Zhao Jiao is also surnamed Zhao, and he is the brother of his father, so he said that day that he would still be like this if he could do it all over again. Biting her lower lip, she turned, took a few steps with her umbrella and stopped. Turning back, she sighed, but decided to finish watching this one.

The lake on the mountain road has appeared white, and the white pear blossoms are dragging the white snow, and the man in green clothes raises his sword and steps on the snow to kill the middle-aged man in purple. The long sword carried the sword qi, piercing the eye-covering snow, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at Zhao's throat. Hearing only a ding, the figure of Tsing Yi stopped in the snow. The long sword stayed only the slightest bit away from Zhao Xianjiao's throat, and Zhao Xianjiao clamped Shen Qingwen's long sword with two fingers. The true yuan on his body surged, and Zhao Xiang used his other hand to palm his luck, and with one blow, he knocked Shen Qingwen back dozens of steps with a sword.

Shen Qingwen, who had eaten a drop of flowers, turned around and turned around as a heroic soul flying sword the moment his body stabilized. The momentum of the long sword is like a dragon, and it is faster than the thunder of the nine heavens. The blade of the sword slashed through the snow, leaving a snow-free walkway. However, Zhao Xian still dissolved the long sword with two fingers. With another clink, the long sword was flicked open by these two fingers, staying in mid-air, and the blade of the sword flashed with white light. When the heavy snow was still falling, it was divided into two, two into three, and in the blink of an eye, this heroic soul long sword had turned into dozens of white swords. Just heard the man in green clothes shouting and killing under the city, and these dozens of long swords rained down. The white sword was solemn, the sound broke through the air, this Zhao was holding his hands round, his true qi was condensed, and then he came out of the sky. A semicircular barrier visible to the naked eye centered around him, slowly spreading around a dozen paces away.

Seeing that this dynasty was useless, Shen Qingwen immediately reacted. The soles of his feet were blowing step by step, and his figure was like a ghost, one second he was still in place, and the next second he ran outside the barrier. Taking a deep breath, he soared into the air, condensing his feet with his breath, and kicked seven kicks towards the barrier on the way to the ground. The Zhao family took seven unique steps, one step at a time, and when Shen Qingwen took the seventh step, the surrounding snow was stirred up again, forming a snow falling into the sky.

When the snow returned to the ground, this barrier was also successfully kicked and broken by Shen Qingwen. At the moment when the barrier shattered, Shen Qingwen recalled the long sword, and when the soles of his feet touched the ground, he sent a flying sword towards Zhao Xian. Zhao Xian is finally half adrift in the rivers and lakes, Shen Qingwen's style of play is too simple and too simple. The sleeves of his coat flicked up a cloud of snow, and he never moved a single step. The long sword was engulfed by the snow curtain, and Zhao Xian waved his sleeves again, and the monstrous snow was set off around Shen Qingwen. Bai Xue was like a giant beast's open mouth, wanting to eat Shen Qingwen in one bite.

Shen Qingwen's reaction was not slow, and when the heavy snow around him started, he was already holding a sword in his right hand. When the snow was about to engulf him, the sword was taken out of his hand and stood horizontally above his head. The three sword green lotuses bloomed under his feet, and the monstrous sword qi rose to the ground. Shen Qingwen used the most barbaric method to tear this white snow apart.

The silver hair was fluttering, and the three swords and green lotus beside him were hovering beside him, and Shen Qingwen, who was dressed in green clothes, stood under this deer city. Around him, there were long swords condensed with sword intent, and at a glance, there were more than a hundred of them. They stayed in mid-air, flashing blue, and from a distance, they were a sea of green swords.

"Shen Fu Sanjian, tsk, I didn't expect this kid to have this ability. But looking at the number of swords, this little guy should only have practiced two" The black beggar lay on the city wall, and his tone was a little surprised.

Gu Pingguo hadn't heard of the three swords of the Shen Mansion, she opened her curious eyes and asked, "Eh, what are the three swords of the Shen Mansion." ”

"Little girl, is it difficult to call Master?" The black beggar was very dissatisfied with Gu Pingguo's attitude, he snorted, pouted, and was very angry.

Gu Pingguo didn't bother to pay attention to his expression, she only cared about the information about Shen Qingwen now. The black beggar glanced at him, "Haven't you passed the door yet, tell me quickly, where the three swords of the Shen Mansion came from." ”

Seeing Gu Pingguo's attitude, the black beggar thought that it should be hopeless to call the master today, so he had to bow his head and sigh, "The three swords of the Shen Mansion are Shen's self-created sword technique. Shen Zizhou is not an ordinary sword immortal, his sword is really a sword light cold nineteen states, a generation of sword immortals invincible for a hundred years. And these three swords of the Shen Mansion are also from his hands. As the name suggests, there are only three swords in this sword technique. One sword is the world, two swords are shocking, and three swords are the opening of the sky. The old man was fortunate enough to see the three swords with his own eyes, and now that he thinks about it, he is still terrified. ”

"So, Shen Qingwen must have won?" Gu Pingguo asked, with happiness in his tone.

The black beggar shook his head and nodded again. On the dark face, the expression is really difficult to distinguish. Gu Pingguo didn't understand what he meant, so she had to lie on the city wall and quietly look at the man who was shining blue in the heavy snow.

On the city wall, King Gu Sheng and the old beggar also looked at each other. There was a look of surprise in the four eyes, they didn't expect Shen Qingwen to sacrifice such a sword technique. I didn't expect Shen Qingwen to learn. When did this kid learn, King Gu Sheng was very puzzled. The old beggar was very proud, laughed a few times on the city wall, and said to Bai Xue that this is the lord of my Shen Mansion.

Not far away, Li Mochou was obviously more excited than the two of them. He was a kendo master and knew how difficult it was to learn the three swords of the Shen Mansion. I was also young and frivolous back then, and I didn't learn the three swords of the Shen Mansion. But after living for more than half a year, I didn't even learn a sword. After suffering a big loss, he still gave up the three swords of the Shen Mansion and changed to learn other sword techniques.

At the top of the city wall, Zhao Minmin, who was holding a small umbrella, laughed, with two shallow pear vortices in his mouth. In the whole world, it is estimated that only she knows that Shen Qingwen has learned the three swords of the Shen Mansion. recalled in his eyes that in the past, the stubborn boy of the dead house, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, only practiced these three swords. Year after year, three years in the blink of an eye. The boy finally found the way, and now he is eighteen years old, and the three swords have become two swords.

"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would still be able to see the three swords of the Shen Mansion. It's a good deal. The purple-clothed Zhao laughed in the heavy snow, his eyes were full of this green sword, and he exerted his strength with his feet. The momentum converged at his feet like a whirlpool, "The Shen family has three swords, and the Zhao family has seven uniques." Both of them have the best in the world to say, let's compare today, which one is stronger!"

Surrounded by a hundred and ten sword rays, beside him was a sword qi that had turned into three green lotuses, and Shen Qingwen's face was expressionless. When Zhao Xian stepped out of the first sword, he took out the first sword.

A sword is famous in the world, and the husband should hold a three-foot sword in his hand, set up great ambitions in the world, and stand between heaven and earth.

This sword, with dozens of green mangs, Zhao Xian took three uniques to resolve it.

Silver filaments melted with white snow, and he made a second sword.

The name of the two swords is amazing, and people are born as people, beware of being like a bird, and if they don't sing, they are just a blockbuster.

This sword took away all the remaining green mangs. Qingmang with white snow, these more than 100 swords can be spectacular, Zhao Xian is also calm, and he also solves the second sword with three uniques.

Shen Qingwen looked at the last sword, this sword should have been more than a thousand swords. But Qingwen is stupid, and he hasn't realized this sword yet. He smiled softly at the sky, and as the snow fell on his cheeks, the Heroic Soul Sword merged with the last sword.

The three swords are to open the sky, the immortal cultivators chase the world, step on the path of immortality and have no way back, the heart is like a mirror, and a sword opens the sky.

This sword does not have the momentum of the previous two swords, nor does it have the gorgeous swords of the previous two swords, it is just a simple and unpretentious long sword, flashing with a little blue light. And it was this sword that opened the sky.

Gu Shengwang, the old beggar, leaving the strange, literacy, the black beggar, Gu Pingguo, everyone present thought that Zhao Xian would take the last three steps. But only Zhao Minmin on the roof of the building had red eyes, and when Zhao Xianjiao decided to use the Seven Absolute Steps, Zhao Minmin knew that Zhao Xianjiao was bent on death.

Watching the long sword break through the white snow and plunge into Zhao's abdomen. Blood, flowing on the body of the sword, moistened the snow on the ground. Dressed in purple clothes stained with his own blood, Zhao Xian knelt on the ground, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, and he smiled at Shen Qingwen, who was also surprised and puzzled.

Zhao Minmin closed her eyes and turned away, she took a deep breath. Zhao Xian has never practiced the seven absolute steps from beginning to end, which is why he stayed away from the court and got drunk in the rivers and lakes. Seven absolutes will only be six absolutes, and the last absolute, what hinders him is his own heart, which can also be said to be the jealousy in his mouth.

"Why ......" Looking at Zhao Xian who was kneeling on the ground, Shen Qingwen trembled, and he ran to Zhao Xian in three steps and two steps. Pulling him by the collar, he roared: "Why? Zhao is concerned about me telling you, don't think that if you let me, I will thank you! You owe me, you owe me Shen Mansion, you can't change it! So...... So ......"

Shen Qingwen's eyes turned red as he spoke.

Zhao Xian smiled, looked at the long sword that had entered his abdomen, he coughed a few times, and coughed up a few bloods, "This sword really hurts." Qingwen, my uncle is old and tired, it's time to rest. ”

"You ......" Shen Qingwen was speechless for a while, and there were already traces of tears in the corners of his eyes that covered his vision, blurring Zhao's concerning, "Uncle Concern, I'm not angry, but I really, I can't kill you...... Really ......"

Zhao Xian smiled, he reached out and touched Shen Qingwen's head, "Uncle knows." It was the uncle who did something wrong, and this is the retribution that he deserves. However, you have to promise your uncle one thing. ”

"What's ......?" Shen Qingwen asked.

When his vision was blurred and his body temperature was getting lower and lower, Zhao Xian tried his best, but his tone was still very light and light, "Help me...... Take good care of Minmin. ”

After speaking, he knelt down and bowed to Shen Qingwen. This time, he did not worship Shen Qingwen, but worshiped the thousands of people in the Shen Mansion behind Shen Qingwen. The corners of his mouth smiled, this contemporary Prince of Zhao, the dean of Zhulu Academy, and Zhao of the master of Chengxi, was outside Zhulu City, driving the crane to the west.

The heavy snow blew Shen Qingwen's silver hair, today is destined to be a sunless day, just like Shen Qingwen today, obviously the person in front of him is dead, but he can't be perfectly happy.

He turned his head, with tears in his eyes, and asked Zhao Minmin, "Sister Minmin, what is the eternal existence in this world?"

Zhao Minmin bit her lip and shook her head.