A purple-robed practitioner floated out of the winter forest by the river.

This cultivator was very young, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face was extremely handsome, and unlike ordinary handsome young people, he had a unique divine light on his body.

Like the brilliance on Lilingjun's body, this kind of divine light comes from many aspects such as confidence, temperament, and background, but it has nothing to do with appearance.

The purple robe on his body is also completely different from ordinary clothes, and it also exudes a dazzling brilliance, each silk thread seems to be made of a unique material, and even gives people the feeling that each silk thread is a unique rune, which can help him absorb the vitality of heaven and earth.

There are no special ornaments and marks on the whole purple robe, but this emptiness and the unique aura and brilliance on the purple robe are the biggest signs.

This is the robe of the Lingxu Sword Sect.

The Minshan Sword Sect and the Lingxu Sword Sect, the two supreme sects, only the disciples above the Three Realms are qualified to go out of the mountain, otherwise they can only end up in the mountain.

Among all the disciples who can walk around in the earthly world, only the true disciples who have been canonized by the sect master himself are qualified to wear the sect robe that represents the sect and walk outside. Every move, every word and deed, every sword battle, represents the honor and disgrace of the sect.

The true disciples of the Lingxu Sword Sect who can represent the sect are naturally not mortal.

Although he also felt the duel above the Seven Realms, he hurried to come and didn't have time, and there didn't seem to be anything abnormal about this winter forest in front of him, but looking at this winter forest by the river from a distance, he always felt that something was wrong.

Now closer, he finally sensed something was wrong.

This winter forest is too quiet.

This silence does not mean that there is no sound of snow falling, but that this subtle sound is too simple.

Countless snowflakes fell from the sky and fell in the forest. There are trees, dead branches, dead leaves, dirt, stones... The snow falling on these sounds, although subtle, is different.

For a cultivator like him, listening attentively, these countless different subtle sounds should be a unique and subtle piece of music, a natural symphony between heaven and earth.

However, at this moment, the sound of the snow falling is unusually single, as if every snowflake has fallen on a velvet carpet.

The expression of this true disciple of the Spirit Void Sword Sect, who really sensed where the anomaly came from, became extremely solemn.

Such a magic circle represents extremely powerful strength.

However, why would anyone place such a circle in this ordinary winter forest, which was obviously used to conceal qi and sound?

At this moment, the winter forest in front of him suddenly sounded like the sound of eggshells shattering.

Because the sound is so cold and so dense that it makes people feel poignant, even chilling.

A clear thump sounded.

A flying sword flew out of his sleeve, as if it had a life of its own, and it quickly swirled around his body.

At the same time, the mental power of this true disciple of the Spirit Void Sword Sect subconsciously went deep into the forest where the power of the magic circle had disappeared.

His face changed suddenly, and his entire body floated up with the hovering lilac flying sword in the air, and his body was indescribably graceful, but in an instant, his figure was already deep in the forest.

At this time, countless pieces of snow curtain like eggshells smashed down on the ground beside him.

His breathing came to a halt.

In front of him stood a corpse that had become completely cold.

"Lord Nangong, Inner History!"

The moment he saw the face of this corpse clearly, this true disciple of the Spirit Void Sword Sect recognized its identity and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

His voice caused a vibration in the air around him.

It was just this subtle vibration, and Nangong's injured corpse instantly emitted countless subtle cracking sounds.

It was as if a lot of dust was pouring out of his body.

In the next breath, Nangong's injured body collapsed in front of him, turning into a piece of broken ice.

"Who is it?"

The face of this true disciple of the Spirit Void Sword Sect turned pale.

This is Changling.

Nangong Injury himself is an important official of the Internal History Department.

Moreover, the battle outside the gate of the Tiger Wolf Army's Beiying army must have attracted the attention of many powerful cultivators in Changling... Who dared to be here and directly kill an important official of the Great Qin Dynasty?

And what kind of means is this, it can condense such a cold, not like the cold that the world can have!

While these thoughts flashed through his mind, this true disciple of the Spirit Void Sword Sect no longer hesitated, and with a loud roar, the lilac flying sword that lingered around him seemed to be on fire, rushing towards the sky above at a terrifying speed.

There was a boom.

In the wind and snow above this winter forest, it was like a purple dragon suddenly appeared.

......

The butter paper umbrella held by Ding Ning was also covered with snow, and it turned pure white.

Although most of his body was pressed on Ding Ning's shoulders, Xue Wangxu still felt that every piece of flesh and blood inside and outside his body was becoming more and more sore, and his body was getting colder and colder.

"I finally realized what it is like for ordinary old people to really die in their old age, this kind of taste is very fresh, and for my life, I can finally feel such a taste, instead of dying directly in battle, my life is more complete. ”

Xue Wangxu gasped with difficulty, and said to Ding Ning: "It's a pity that from today onwards, I won't be able to be your backer." ”

Ding Ning shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, from today onwards, I have a bigger backer, and before the Minshan Sword Meeting, no one dared to touch me." ”

Xue Wangxu was slightly stunned, "I don't understand it." ”

Ding Ning glanced at him and said, "You want to see the Minshan Sword Society, since the queen agreed, and even used such a heavyweight today, it was to fulfill her promise." She wants everyone to know that she is true to her word... After you and Liang Lian fought today, many people will naturally know that she is true to her word, and they will know that you want to watch next year's Minshan Sword Meeting. Unless you are the kind of person who is stupid to death, you must deduce that if you want to watch the Minshan Sword Club, you must see my performance. Since the queen promised to let you see the Minshan Sword Society, of course it is impossible for you to have nothing to see. So the Queen's promise is not only to you, but also to me. Unless I find my own death, I will be alive and well before next year's Minshan Sword Meeting. She was my biggest backer before the Minshan Sword Club. ”

Xue Wangxu looked at Ding Ning with admiration, and said sincerely: "You really think more far-reaching than me, but have you thought more far-reaching, let a carriage come to pick us up? ”

Ding Ning glanced at him and did not reply.

But Xue Wangxu was stunned again.

"I really admire you, even if you can't become an extremely strong cultivator, you can definitely become one of the best military advisors. He looked ahead and was amazed.

In front of him, a carriage peeked out in the wind and snow, heading towards him and Ding Ning.

The person driving the car was dressed in a gray robe, and it was the Jing Demon Sect under Wang Taixu.

When the entire Changling City was shrouded in wind and snow, the queen's study was still as warm as spring.

A kind of gentle heaven and earth vitality that is slowly released, so that the whole study room maintains the most suitable temperature for the human body.

There was no place for the imperfect queen to sit calmly on the phoenix chair, she didn't go to see the battle between Liang Lian and Xue Wangxu, but she knew the result before the cultivators who rushed nearby.

"It's at its peak, but even an old man like Xue Wangxu can't deal with it, he is brave and diligent and doesn't know the truth of combining rigidity and softness, which marquis in Changling City can't easily defeat Xue Wangxu with a sword, and he still wants to be a marquis?"

A hint of cold mockery appeared on her perfect countenance, and she instructed the palace maid who was standing at her side: "Let the family tell him not to spend his strength elsewhere, if he can't take credit for the matter of Baishan Water and Gushan Jianzang, he can only go to the Guanwai to retire." ”

Being able to deliver such a message for her, this palace maid is naturally not an ordinary palace maid.

At this moment, the palace maid who was about to retire felt a strange aura, and she reacted instantly and knelt down directly.

The queen's smooth and jade-like face also showed a look of real surprise.

She smiled in a rare way.

At this time, she is like a mortal woman, so that she does not seem to have normal emotions like a god and Buddha.

She got up, looked at the tall figure who walked into the study, and asked gently, "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

The person who can let her have such a change is naturally the most noble Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, and the country is at his feet.

At this moment, the most wise and powerful emperor in the eyes of countless subjects, the most iron-blooded and powerful emperor did not even wear a dragon robe, but only an ordinary gray linen robe.

He even had untrimmed stubble on his face.

However, even if he is so unkempt, between his eyebrows and eyes, his every move still has a majesty and bearing that ordinary people can't imagine at all.

Every breath and every step he took seemed to carry countless rivers and mountains.

His stature is only average, but he comes across as extremely tall.

Anyone who even closed his eyes, didn't even need to look at his face and clothes, could be sure that he was the emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty.

I heard the queen's questioning.

The emperor, who was the most powerful in the history of the Great Qin Dynasty and the most loved by his subjects at the moment, did not answer her words.

Instead, thinking about something important, he glanced at her, then turned his head to look out from the patio above the spiritual spring in this study, and said softly: "Empress, do you say that the Nine Realms really exist?

Hearing his words, the queen's heart sank.