The two stood quietly in the void, confronting each other from afar, the sword roared, the sword roared, the silver-white and reddish were clearly separated, just like two waves colliding together, and the sharp aura filled the world.

Behind Yangquan, countless flame sword energy condensed into a long flame sword, dazzling and the sharpness of the sword was filled with the blazing heat. At this time, his long hair was flying, his eyes were like a sword, and his whole body was full of sharpness, just like a sword.

Xue Qinghan looked at the young man in blue standing in front of the Flame Sword Tide, and felt the sword intent containing the terrifying temperature. The silver-white light flashed behind him, and a series of void swords condensed and confronted the Flame Sword Tide.

"Please!" Yang Quan said. As soon as he finished speaking, a sword tide that seemed to be endless rushed forward, flooding the void, causing the space to be slightly distorted, covering Xue Qinghan, trying to subdue it directly.

Looking at the vast flame sword river, Xue Qinghan's face was calm and thoughtful, and suddenly the silver-white light shone brightly. The long sword broke through the air and rolled upwards, as if he was about to break the sky, and rushed straight towards the flame sword river in Yangquan.

At the same time, Xue Qinghan took steps and stepped directly into the Flame Sword River. The sword energy around his body lingered, turning into an invincible sword curtain. The sharpness of the broken space of the Void Sword Intent destroyed all the flame swords. Wherever Xue Qinghan passed, the flames dissipated and the sword energy disappeared, like a reef standing in the stream, cutting through the rushing stream, and not moving.

Seeing Xue Qinghan stepping straight towards him without dodging, and destroying his sword intent, Yang Quan frowned slightly, but a hot fighting spirit rose in his eyes. The long sword pointed at him, Yang Quan's body swept across the sky, and facing Xue Qinghan stepping towards him, he slid his sword energy.

The fierce toothed sword in Xue Qinghan's hand also stabbed out with a sword at this time, but the tip of the sword disappeared strangely, with only a faint ripples rippling gently, as if piercing into the water waves.

In front of Yangquan, a sword tip was revealed without warning, with silver-white light lingering, mixed with a strange blood-red color. Before the sword arrived, the sharp aura made the skin feel painful.

The tip of the sword pointed to Yangquan's throat, but at this time Yangquan's sword was still a distance away from Xue Qinghan. Yangquan had no choice but to retreat, and the way of space was one of the most ethereal and unpredictable avenues. Although the Void Sword Saint's Void Sword Sutra cannot be considered a real space avenue, it incorporated the power of space into the sword intent. Whether it is the power of attack or in terms of weirdness, the Void Sword Saint's Void Sword Saint is a top-notch existence among several empires, and this is also the capital for the Void Sword Saint to become famous.

Yang Quan retreated suddenly, and at the same time he closed his sword and blocked it horizontally, colliding with Xue Qinghan's long sword. The infinite sword energy burst out and went wild towards the surroundings.

Xue Qinghan saw Yangquan retreating and pressing forward step by step. The long sword was pointed out, leaving behind afterimages, as if dozens or hundreds of swords were stabbed out at the same time. Each sword contained the ultimate space sword intent, and the sharpest sword light burst out.

Yangquan swung his sword, blocking the sword of flame and the sword of void collided again and again, and the sound of impact was endless. But he was retreating step by step, and was forced to retreat several feet away before he stopped.

Facing Xue Qinghan's storm-like attack, hundreds of swords were stabbed out in an instant. Yangquan could not block them all, and wounds appeared on his body, blood flowing out, and his clothes were damaged in many places, making him look a little embarrassed.

The moment Yang Quan stabilized his body, the long sword in his hand was suspended in front of him, trembling and radiating continuously, and the light was magnificent. Yang Quan formed seals with both hands, the sword technique changed, and the spiritual power on his body rushed into the long sword in front of him. Suddenly, the long sword burst out with even more blazing flames, divided into two, and divided into four, and in just a short moment, a total of sixteen long swords appeared around his body, constantly rotating.

"go!"

Yangquan shouted softly, pointing his finger at Xue Qinghan. Suddenly, sixteen long swords trembled and shot out at Xue Qinghan oncoming.

The sixteen long swords show the momentum of the head and tail, connecting into a straight line, with a strong sword light and extremely fast speed.

Xue Qinghan's expression was still calm, and his steps were constantly. A sword was like a rainbow that penetrated the sun across the space. He wanted a line formed by sixteen long swords to collide together, moving forward all the way, unstoppable.

"Clang~"

Finally, all the fifteen long swords were broken, and a sound of metal and stone attack came. A fiery red long sword light flew backwards dimly, making a faint sarcastic sound.

But the snow was clear and cold, and the long rainbow was unsustainable, and the speed slowed down until the momentum was exhausted, the sword light dissipated, revealing the figure of the young man in white.

Yangquan's palm was activated, his body whirled, and the red sword flying backwards surrounded him, emitting bright light again. At the same time, endless spiritual energy gathered between heaven and earth, and the milk swallows flocked to him like returning to their nests. The red sword surged and turned into a giant flame sword dozens of feet long suspended in front of him.

Yang Quan stared at Xue Qinghan, and his hands slapped heavily on the hilt of the giant flame sword. The sword broke through the air, leaving a faint burning mark in the space.

Xue Qinghan also used the sword technique to pinch the sword in his hand. The fierce-toothed sword shone brightly, and the Taoist patterns seemed to have spirits, which evolved into mysterious runes, covering the entire space. The Taoist sounds were bursting, the resonance of the great roads, the spiritual energy surged, and the silver-white light was dazzling.

In the silver-white light, a giant sword dozens of feet long appeared in front of Xue Qinghan. The aura of destruction spread out, shattering the space, revealing dark space cracks.

Xue Qinghan pushed his palm on the hilt of the sword and hit the giant flaming sword.

"Boom~"

Two giant long swords collided with each other, and the sword tips were facing each other, and unparalleled sword energy burst out at the same time. Runes intertwined, and the terrifying spiritual power burst out, causing the mountains below to shake, the land collapsed, and sword marks were covered with each other, and the sword intent spread, leaving crisscrossing cracks on the ground.

The two long swords almost appeared at the same time, and from the tip of the sword toward the sword body, the last two long swords shattered inch and dissipated between heaven and earth. In the center of the raging spiritual storm, only two figures stood in it, and the distance between the two continued to approach with the collapse of the giant long sword, until they collided directly. The body of the long sword in their hands was also revealed, and the sword tips were still opposite each other, and the sword energy was lingering.

The two looked at each other, one looked like a sword, the other seemed to be nurturing a brilliant galaxy, with a bit of hazy mysterious feeling.

Xue Qinghan's face was calm. He raised his left hand and pointed at Yangquan. In front of his finger, the sword energy in the void condensed and turned into a sword energy about a foot long shot out, and instantly appeared in front of Yangquan.

Yangquan made movements almost at the same time, and a palm was slashed towards him. A palm print about a meter of about a meter condensed and formed, as if a sword energy was transformed into it, hiding its edge, covering it towards Xue Qinghan.

"Puff~"

However, the majestic palm print was directly pierced by the sword aura and penetrated through it. Although it was a little dim, it was still extremely sharp and pierced straight into Yangquan's eyebrows.

Yang Quan's face changed, and he slashed out two palms in succession, and then the sword energy dissipated.

But Xue Qinghan would not look at Yang Quan foolishly to resolve his attack. The sword aura also fused with a strand of killing energy of the Zhuxian Spear, adding a bit of power.

Taking advantage of Yangquan's distraction, Xue Qinghan's figure was wrong. The evil-toothed sword and the long sword in Yangquan's hand were slightly aligned. They passed the sword body and instantly rushed up, and when the antelope hung its horns, they struck Yangquan's chest.

Yang Quan knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly took back his left hand, raised his hand and swept across it with a palm, slapped the long sword in Xue Qinghan's hand sideways, which immediately made the position of the evil-toothed sword deviate, and he moved sideways to the side, avoiding his chest. However, in order to avoid it completely, a wound was still left at his waist, and blood flowed out.

Moreover, because Yangquan hurriedly turned his palm and slapped Xue Qinghan's long sword, the sword aura directly penetrated his shoulder, leaving a blood hole.

However, Yang Quan now doesn't care about these things. Xue Qinghan's offensive did not stop at all. He swung his sword and took his head straight.

Yangquan raised his head and wiped the sword across his face. He could even vaguely feel the scent of the raging aura coming out of the sword. Then, Yangquan directly pressed his hand in the void, turned his body upside down, kicked Xue Qinghan's long sword with his strength, and retreated with the force, and the spiritual power flowed to the surface of his body.

Xue Qinghan's long sword in his hand was kicked up

Xue Qinghan looked at the sky and nodded: "Then let's go back. I'll go back to the Xue Prince's Mansion in two days. You will go back with me then, but don't run around anymore."

"I understand, I'm not a child, can I get lost?"

"It's not that I've never been lost..."

"Is there any? Second brother, you can't wrongly accuse me."

“…”

At night, the snowflakes still stopped, which made the whole world look particularly clean, with only the rustling sound of the snowflakes falling, and everything was silent.

Xue Qinghan stood under the eaves, reached out to catch the crystal clearness, her eyes were filled with a hazy feeling like starlight, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Not far behind Xue Qinghan, a figure stood there quietly, with soft black hair hanging down, and the white dress spotlessly. A pair of cold eyes looked at the handsome young man in white under the eaves, and then at the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

The snow is beautiful and clean and cold, which is appropriate. The snow is cold and beautiful just now, like the leaves of angels withered feathers.

Not far behind Xue Qinghan, a figure stood there quietly, with soft black hair hanging down, and the white dress spotlessly. A pair of cold eyes looked at the handsome young man in white under the eaves, and then at the snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Chapter completed!