winter solstice

Shijing City ushered in the first heavy snowfall, and thousands of miles of ice inside and outside the ancient city were frozen, and thousands of miles of snow drifted.

The vast white snow smelted the entire capital into a piece of silver.

However, a single snow cannot fall the indifference of this cold winter.

Winter is the most popular season for the wealthy, because there are not only beautiful snow scenes, but also a variety of new winter clothes for them to choose from.

The rich and noble homes in the city are all warm and harmonious, with delicious wine and food on the table, and singing and dancing in front.

And for poor families, although the snow is beautiful, it is a knife that kills people without seeing blood.

In the imperial city, Emperor Yuanwu Zhao Yuan wore a white dragon mink robe and stood on the rooftop.

The rooftop, as its name suggests, is a platform that connects with the sky, and was built by craftsmen from all over the country when Emperor Yuanwu first ascended the throne.

The rooftop is about three miles, its height is about 1,000 feet, on this it also builds hundreds of palace pavilions, the bucket arches fly eaves, the carved beams paint the building, the magnificence is magnificent, the luxury covers the world.

It took seven years to build the rooftop, which was built by gathering skilled craftsmen from all over the country.

Countless people were killed and injured in the construction of the rooftop, and the people sighed and scolded: "Faint king".

At this time, the snow was flying in the sky, and the snow was covered with snow on the rooftop, and Zhao Yuan stood on the highest part of the rooftop to take in the entire world capital.

At this time, a beautiful woman wearing a phoenix hairpin walked up to him, and the woman was born with a pair of heavenly talents, just one eye is enough to make the world lose color.

Zhao Yuan didn't care, but pointed into the distance and said, "Look! This is my country! It's the country I laid for you!"

The woman's name is Yueji, the queen of the creation dynasty, and the top of the beauty list thirty years ago.

Yueji looked down at the mountains and rivers under her feet and whispered: "The rivers and mountains are thousands of miles, but they are not as good as you!"

Zhao Yuan shook his head and chuckled, but this smile was a sneer.

He suddenly said, "Uncle Huang has returned from the Western Regions!

"Oh, what's the news?"

Zhao Yuan slowly turned his head, revealing a sneer that was colder than the ice and snow in the sky.

"Uncle Huang met an interesting young man in the Western Regions, the young man is seventeen or eighteen years old, but he is seven points similar to my sixth brother!"

Tsukihime was stunned, "No.. Yes!"

"Who said! It's such a coincidence, Xiyue and the Western Regions are only separated by a line, and he was allowed to slip away back then, but this time it was different. ”

"Young Master of the Youtan Sect! Hehe! Are you unwilling?"

The flying snow is still the same, Zhao Yuan stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake in the palm of his hand, "How high-spirited was the capital of the Yong Champion back then, at the age of sixteen he was the vanguard to kill the King of Xiliang, at the age of twenty he led the three armies to break the Northern Wei Dynasty and behead the Wei Emperor, and at the age of twenty-three, he was crowned the Yong Crown King, and he was awarded the general of the three armies, what kind of momentum is this?"

Zhao Yu clenched the snowflakes in his hands fiercely.

"Hahaha! But what can it be? In the end, it's not me Zhao Yuancheng!"

Yueji sighed secretly: "If he didn't have a rebellion, how would you be the emperor?"

Although the snow is beautiful, Tsukihime no longer has any intention of appreciating it.

After retiring from Emperor Wu, Tsukihime came to a place of falling flowers, and although it was snowy, it could not hide the greenery.

Back then, she was still a cold "moon fairy" in the rivers and lakes, and it wasn't until she met that strange man that day that her cold heart slowly melted.

Later, he knew that man, the man who could make the whole rivers and lakes bow their heads, and the man who created the 300,000 Iron Horse Masters.

Then she fell, and she fell in love with him.

The heart is to the bright moon, but how can the bright moon shine on the ditch.

He didn't love her, but fell in love with an ordinary tea picker.

On that day he got married, she vowed to make him regret it, and it was then that Zhao Yuan appeared, and he promised her a world, a world under her, and a thousand people above.

She agreed, and later, he did, only to find out that it wasn't what she wanted.

Looking at the plum blossom branches bent by the snow, she had a lot of thoughts.

It turns out that ah!

"I still want him!"

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At the end of the world, Zhao Wushuang has fought ten battles in a row, eleven young masters, and he fought nine of them.

Both on and off the stage were dumbfounded.

The snow is flying, and the young man under the snow stands proudly, he seems to be venting, venting the emotions that have been squeezed over the years, he wants everyone in the world to know that this Western Regions is just the beginning.

Mu Qinghe smiled indifferently, got up and swept the snow on his body.

"It's all your own exhibition game, how can this be?"

Mu Qinghe, who was dressed in black, slowly stepped onto the high platform.

The cold blood of the people in the audience was stirred up again, everyone stood up, and the snowfall in the sky could not calm their mood.

On top of the jade pu, Mo Linglong looked at the unyielding young man in the snow and muttered, "Come on, let everyone take a look at the sword in your hand!"

Wan'er clenched her sword scabbard, "Childe, Wan'er is watching you and waiting for you!"

Mu Qinghe arched his hand and said, "You can wait for Brother Mo to rest for a while!"

Zhao Wushuang, who was standing with his hands in his hands, shook his head gently.

"It's okay! I've wanted to fight Brother Mu for a long time!"

Mu Qinghe's right foot stretched out, drawing a semicircle in front of him, and at the same time spreading his palm.

"Dark Moon Sect Mu Qinghe!"

"Please!"

"Youtan Sect Mo Wushuang!"

"Please!"

The ink scale sword, which had never been unsheathed, slowly came out of its sheath, and the ghostly light swayed like ink to the heavens and the earth.

Zao Woushuang began to run, and with each step, there would be a deep footprint on the diamond slab.

Moment

The two swords collided together, and the piercing sound of metal resounded throughout the Broken World.

The ink scale sword turned into two, two into four, and four into eight in mid-air, and for a while, the wind and snow in the sky turned into a sword.

On the top of the jade pu's head, his eyes were slightly squinted under the night mask, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he had found something interesting.

Mu Qinghe single-handedly held his home from the bottom up, and a half-moon sword qi rose, the sword qi was like light and the moon, and it was extremely cold.

The sword intent of the two people shattered the flying snow in the sky, and cracks appeared on the diamond slab.

After the sword qi passed, the two of them lived and fought, and the two swords did not have a trace of true qi, just a simple competition of swordsmanship.

The eyes of everyone in the audience kept rotating with the two people on the high platform, impermanence, the moon shadow was lost, and the two profound body techniques were exerted to the extreme.

There are afterimages of the two of them everywhere on the high platform, so that many people can't tell which one is the afterimage and which is the real person.

Zhao Wushuang's high-speed moving body suddenly froze, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "I caught you!"

With a sword split, Mu Qinghe was slightly startled, so he had to block with a horizontal sword, and the huge force from the sword body was unloaded to the soles of his feet, and in an instant, the stone slabs under his feet were shattered inch by inch, and they spread to the bottom of the stage.

Mu Qinghe kicked his feet violently and forcibly pulled away Zhao Wushuang's sword.

In a dimly lit room in the Nine Secluded Palace in the distance, Zi Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly got up and looked at the end of the broken world in the distance.

She was still wearing a conspicuous blood robe, and her long snow-white hair was no longer covered by the brim of her hat, which made her look even colder in this cold snowy day.

"Zhao Wushuang, Mo Wushuang. What an interesting person!"

She grabbed the blood sword beside her and turned around and walked towards the end of the world.

On the high platform, Zhao Wushuang held his sword in both hands, and the monstrous demonic qi gushed out, and at the same time, the crimson true qi under the demonic qi was close to his body.

In the distance, Mu Qinghe took a deep breath, his body began to rise, the green tendons on his arms appeared like dragons, and the hair on his body became a little thicker.

"Oh no! The demon spirit has ten "demon overthrows", and the dark moon "moon changes", these two little guys are amazing!"

Mu Yun, the Dark Moon Sect Master, was also secretly shocked: "I can't imagine that this Mo Wushuang has such skills at such a young age, is Qinghe going to be defeated?"

At this time, Zhao Wushuang's whole body of demonic qi turned into a high-flying demon armor covering his body, while Mu Qinghe's body was several feet taller, and his muscles were like dragons.

Moment

The Demon Armor Demon Sword suddenly rose up, turning into a black line and slashing towards Mu Qinghe.

Mu Qinghe held the sword in both hands, the stone slab under his feet had already broken into pieces, and he kicked violently into the air and slashed down at the black line.

Moment

The entire platform was shattered, and several pieces of rubble scattered, injuring several people under the stage.

The white gas was billowing on the high platform, and it was difficult to dissipate for a while.

Just when everyone was looking forward to it, Mu Qinghe slowly walked out of the white gas, and just when everyone thought he had won, he grabbed his chest and walked off the stage with difficulty.

When the white qi dissipated, Zhao Wushuang's emaciated body stood on the high platform, without a trace of wounds, but his face was slightly pale.