There are no people here in the back mountain of the Snow Prince's Mansion, and even guards have not seen them. However, no one dares to come here to be rude. It is also the forbidden place of the Snow Prince's Mansion. Idle people cannot enter, just because there is a tomb here, built by the Snow Prince's mansion.

Snowflakes spread across the world, but here it seems like entering another world, with lush flowers and greenery.

Xue Qinghan looked at the prohibition shrouded above, emitting a faint halo of spiritual power in the wind and snow, blocking all the wind and snow outside, and the inside became a world, with all seasons like spring, and flowers blooming forever.

Xue Qinghan stood in front of the tomb for a long time, staring at the white jade carving in front of him, her eyes were bright and dying. The white jade was flawless, the carving was lifelike and the charm was natural.

It was a woman with a beautiful face, gentle eyes, gentle temperament, but also a bit of heroic spirit. The long sword in her hand seemed to contain sharp sword energy, ready to go.

Among the flowers, the woman held a sword, which was amazed everywhere. Unfortunately, the woman disappeared, and the only white jade statue stood.

After watching for a long time, Xue Qinghan's mouth raised and showed a bright smile, which was so pure that he was heartless, like a child.

"I'm back and see you, long time no see."

"It's indeed a long time no see."

But at this moment, a man's voice came from Xue Qinghan's side. The sound appeared abruptly, but it seemed extremely natural. It seemed as if he was there from the beginning, full of a sense of contradiction.

Xue Qinghan was not too surprised by the sudden sound, but just raised his eyebrows slightly. However, in an instant, the expression on his face had been curled away, his eyes were calm, and he responded faintly: "If you don't want to see me, why bother to see me?"

The people around him seemed to be silent for a moment, and after a while, they said: "I am your father."

There are not many people who can appear here and come here. In addition to Xue Qinghan and Luo Shuang, there is only Xue Wang himself, the owner of Xue Wang's Mansion.

Xue Qinghan finally turned around and stared at the man next to him with white hair and tall figure as a gun. He didn't care about the majesty of the man.

Then, Xue Qinghan smiled, unable to see what was his emotions, and asked, "Aren't you in seclusion? You've come out of seclusion?"

On the day Xue Qinghan came back, there was only Manager Song.

Oh, by the way, before they arrived at the Snow King City, someone sent someone to greet him. However, this person who did good deeds without leaving a name for him. Xue Qinghan had some guesses in his heart, but he could not thank him in person.

When it comes to Xue Qinghan's words, Xue Wang didn't say anything, but looked at Xue Qinghan.

Suddenly, the aura of Xue King burst out, covering Xue Qinghan. At this moment, the spiritual energy in the world rioted, swarming in, gathering around Xue Qinghan's body.

Suddenly, Xue Qinghan felt a suffocating force of heaven and earth pressing on her body, and the heavy feeling almost wanted to crush the person directly.

Looking at the King of Snow, Xue Qinghan's spiritual power surged wildly, and a hazy chaos appeared behind him. The nine-layer lotus platform rose, and Taoist patterns were intertwined, and the majestic power was blessed on Xue Qinghan.

At the same time, around Xue Qinghan's body, strands of empty swords were wandering, condensing into a series of void swords, intertwining each other, turning into a sword map and rotating, and the sharp aura was about to break through the oncoming oppression of the general momentum.

"The ninth level of the open source realm is still barely enough."

King Xue glanced at the nine-layer lotus platform floating behind Xue Qinghan, and commented lightly, "But it's not enough."

As he said that, King Xue raised his right hand and pointed it out with a finger.

With the guidance of the King of Snow, the great momentum of the world that had originally gathered around Xue Qinghan merged into that finger, emitting an extremely sharp edge. In Xue Qinghan's eyes, it was no longer a finger, but a spear with sharp sharpness, carrying an extremely dangerous aura.

"Oh."

Xue Qinghan smiled coldly. Facing this man, Xue Qinghan didn't want to be looked down upon. He felt that the power mobilized by the King of Snow was just the open source realm, and he chose not to dodge or avoid, and directly met the King of Snow.

I saw endless Taoist patterns appearing on Xue Qinghan's body, mysterious characters shining, the sword intent in the void spread out, and the stars in his eyes appeared faintly.

Xue Qinghan used his fingers to replace his sword, and all the Taoist patterns condensed at the fingertips. He stepped forward and pointed his finger at the fingers pointed by the Snow King.

When Xue Qinghan took one step, it seemed like he took as many as six steps in an instant, leaving a afterimage in each step. In the distance, the six afterimages overlapped with each other.

The moment before Xue Qinghan's finger sword and Xue Wang's fingers hit each other, the six afterimages overlapped with Xue Qinghan's figure at an extremely fast speed. Each time a shadow was stacked, Xue Qinghan's aura also rose a few points and reached its peak in an instant.

"Clang~"

It was obvious that the sound of two fingers facing each other was not like flesh and blood. I wanted to fight between metal and stone, and I screamed with a sonorous sound.

The sword energy and the spear light burst out, impacting each other, and the sharp energy was stirred up.

Xue Qinghan was forced to retreat several steps away before stopping, but Xue Wang was still standing steadily, with his left hand brushing his sleeves, and the sword energy and spear light had not spread out, but it had disappeared and invisible.

A hint of unwillingness flashed in Xue Qinghan's eyes, could he not be shaken?

Xue Qinghan didn't see it. Behind the Snow King, cracks on the cuffs of his right hand, quickly disappeared under the compensation of spiritual energy.

"Qinghan, your ability to comprehend is always the best among you brothers and sisters. You have always been too lazy, so don't waste your talent." King Xue said.

"Always? Hey, it seems like you know it very well."

"There is no better son than father."

"Fuck, you know, then you should try it. Who is the one who sent someone to greet me not far away?"

"Do you brothers still want me to protect you? Survival of the world, do you think I will choose a useless waste to inherit my position?" King Xue said expressionlessly.

"You are a child who lost a fight and complained to your parents?"

"Caised? Inherit your position?"

Xue Qinghan showed a sneer on the corner of her mouth, looking at the King of Snow, her eyes were like a sword: "Xue Qianren, are you too self-righteous? Do you think I am rare in your position? Tell you, I have never been interested in it, what about King of Snow, so what about the King of Snow? "

Xue Qinghan raised his hand, pointed to the white jade carving standing quietly, and said angrily: "The shitty King Xue can't even protect his own woman, and he doesn't even dare to take revenge. What's the face of you here? Are you so proud to speak in front of my mother?"

"Oh, too, you are the high-ranking King of Snow. My mother is not here, but she is just one of your wife after all..."

"Shut up, ignorant!"

A strong wind slapped Xue Qinghan hard before he could react, and slapped him away.

"Hey, it's quite majestic, but unfortunately, it's only acre of three-point land, haha."

Xue Qinghan climbed up with her chest covering her chest, and a severe pain came from her chest, but he ignored it and a smile appeared on his face. However, with a sarcasm, Xue Qinghan left by himself.

The Snow King looked at the figure that was leaving, and his white hair was floating, and a trace of loneliness flashed across his majestic face.

"Fengyue, look, my son has grown up and dares to resist my father, but you are not here. Now he doesn't listen to anyone."

"Okay, I have a personality that looks like me, and I feel so frustrated."

"It's been eight years, Fengyue, are you also blaming me? Just as Qinghan said, you can't even protect your own women?"

"Yes, no wonder Qinghan is so disdainful of such a position as the Snow King."

"But don't worry, it's almost done, wait, I'm ready."

"Qinghan, sorry, some things are not something you can decide whether you want to or not."

As one of the kings enfeoffed by the empire, King Snow controls hundreds of thousands of troops, which can be said to be extremely powerful. His wife is even more of the princess of the imperial royal family. She envies so many people, but how many people know that as King Snow, one of the most powerful people in the empire, was once so powerless.

In Fengyue Xuan, Xue Qinghan sat cross-legged, with a long sword standing horizontally on her knees, and a blood-red jade talisman the size of a palm hanging in the air, emitting a faint blood-colored light. Behind Xue Qinghan, an ancient chess board was quietly rising and falling, and the positions of forty-nine chess pieces on the chess board changed, and the mysteriousness was evolved.

Xue Qinghan stared at the blood-colored jade talisman with light flashing in his eyes. As time went by, wisps of thin blood-colored light like silk condensed around Xue Qinghan's body, carrying a strong smell of blood.

The long sword on Xue Qinghan's knee also swept with slight blood color. The long sword roared and its sharp aura spread, but it added a little bit of evil spirit, as if it was opened with blood.

"Good disciple, what do you think is a sword?"

"What is a sword?" The young man showed a thoughtful look and shook his head in a daze, not understanding the reason.

The middle-aged man with a sloppy face and looked extremely sloppy, smiled, raised his head and took a sip of wine, stared at the agile long sword traversing in front of him, bounced his fingers and made a clanging sound.

The sloppy man who had never had a masterful demeanor revealed his outstanding temperament at this moment, as if the magic sword was unsheathed, exuding a sharp and sharp aura. The man's face rarely showed a serious expression and whispered: "Swords are weapons. Swords are weapons, swords, and swords are ways of killing."

"A sword is a weapon?" the young man was puzzled.

"Yes, the weapon, it appears for killing."

"Is that sword a bad thing?"

"Oh? Why do you ask that?"

"Didn't you say that swords are used for killing?"

"That depends on what you kill. You embark on the road of cultivation, fight with heaven, fight with fate, and fight with people. Killing is inevitable, it depends on what you hold the sword because of."

"Oh." The boy nodded.

The man reached out and touched the boy's head: "Swords are weapons, and the saints had no choice but to use them. Remember, swords have only one purpose, killing, but the reasons for holding the sword are different. When holding the sword, you should understand why you hold the sword."

Xue Qinghan stared at the bloody light lingering on the long sword, drew the sword out of the sheath, bent his fingers and flicked it, and the long sword trembled continuously.
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