The Sword Dynasty

There is snow in Minshan because it is extremely high.

In a blue palace close to the snow line, Xie Changsheng, wrapped in a thick blue blanket, leaned against the window, while looking at a blue palace and valley in the lower part with his neck stretched out, he was very dissatisfied and muttered: "This cold place, Don’t you think you can set up a brazier and rinse some lamb slices?”

Behind him stood a middle-aged practitioner of Minshan Jianzong, who had a bad look. Hearing his words, his face suddenly became gloomy again. He said with a cold voice: "If the picture is comfortable and refreshing, I want to What is Lai not going to do here? The so many young talents who participated in the sword meeting have gone away than you can heal. The only thing you can do is to stay away."

Xie Changsheng turned his head to look at him, and said naturally: "My injury is still not good, what should I do if I don't stay here?"

"By staying in my Minshan Jianzong with a bad wound, I looked around all day to see if I could learn anything." The middle-aged practitioner of Minshan Jianzong sneered. "You failed to become The top ten of the Minshan Sword Society, staying so strong with me in Minshan Jianzong, don’t you feel ashamed?"

"What am I ashamed? Does anyone think I am ashamed of my performance in the Minshan Jianhui?" Xie Changsheng turned to look at the practitioner of Minshan Jianzong. "Since I think this place is useful, I can find a way to stay more. One day is called ability."

The middle-aged practitioner of Minshan Jianzong slightly frowned and his eyes were full of anger, but before he could speak, Xie Changsheng said contemptuously, "You don’t have to do much fuss, my situation is clear. They are very clear. If they were going to drive me out, I wouldn’t be here anymore. Where can I still rely so much?"

This practitioner of Minshan Jianzong was stupefied, and felt that Xie Changsheng said it was reasonable.

Although Xie Changsheng seems too rogue, but Minshan Jianzong did not give him a formal opportunity to learn, it does not seem to violate Minshan Jianzong's rules.

With this in mind, the middle-aged practitioner of the Jianzong Minshan thought that Xie Changsheng was allowed to be here. Perhaps the patriarch Baili Suxue had a deeper intention. For a moment, the gloom and anger on his face quickly subsided. , The expression was actually gentle, reaching for a letter from the robe sleeve and handing it to Xie Changsheng.

"Whose letter?"

"Master Ding Ning's nephew."

"Ding Ning?"

Xie Changsheng's eyes suddenly lighted up, and he took the letter at the fastest speed, and then opened it, just glanced at it in a hurry, and couldn't help laughing.

"I'm only worried that you don't want it. Since I made the request, isn't it easy?"

"The pen comes, the paper comes!" Then he waved the letter paper casually, arrogantly screaming at the middle-aged practitioner of Jianzong Minshan.

The middle-aged cultivator of Minshan Jianzong, who was just mild-tempered just now, suddenly looked hard. This Xie Changsheng said that he is a junior, and he even called him as a person. This is already a pedantic Minshan Jianzong practice. As far as the author is concerned, it is simply a big deal.

"What a stare, you are not doing things for me."

Xie Changsheng looked at his face, but cried out dissatisfiedly: "I'm helping your genius disciple Ding Ning from Jianzong of Minshan, okay, don't you want our Guanzhong Xie family to do his best to help him?"

The middle-aged practitioner of Minshan Jianzong was stunned, and then looked awkwardly, then bowed his head as a gift, respectfully said: "What I said is, I will prepare pen and paper immediately."

...

"No matter how the outside world commented on this Xie family teenager, it seems that this Xie family teenager will not suffer from any kind of person. I don't know if it is formed tomorrow, or the inheritance of the Xie family in Guanzhong."

Dantai Guanjian condensed at the window of a blue palace opposite Xie Changsheng, couldn't help but shook his head gently, said.

The two green palaces are far apart, and even a white cloud is in between, but Dantai Guanjian can only hear the dialogue between Xie Changsheng and this middle-aged practitioner of Minshan Jianzong.

"It's just that the Xie family's savvy is just average. I'm afraid it will be difficult to keep up with those people in the future in practice."

Dantai Guanjian is a practitioner of extremely noble temperament, but for some reason, he also has a lot of good feelings for this nearly rogue teenager, and he can't help but sigh.

Standing beside him was a young girl in a green robe, which was naturally Jingliu.

Listening to his sigh, Jing Liuli gave him a glance and said flatly: "There are hundreds of people in Changling, and it is not only the practitioners who only use swords to achieve success."

Dantai Guanjian couldn't help laughing, and said, "This idea has a different height. In the future, you are indeed suitable to take over as the suzerain."

"Take over the position of suzerain..." Jing Liuli frowned slightly and glanced at Dantai Guanjian. "In fact, I don't understand why Master Zunming is still at the peak, why he always holds the idea of ​​letting go of suzerain." . I don’t know what he means."

Dantai Guanjian was stunned, thinking for a while, and only a moment later smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid no one knows what it means in his heart."

"I'm going to Moyuan."

Jing Liuli withdrew his gaze to the opposite Qingdian, turned around, and said quietly.

Dantai Guanjian gave her a strange look, "What are you doing in Moyuan?"

"Since he proposed to force the court lady to duel and write a letter to Xie Changsheng, it means that he is confident to kill Rong surnamed court lady and has planned it." Jing Liuli's face like a glaze reflected the mountains and cliffs Bingxue Hanguang, with some emotions that are difficult to describe in words, said: "A master like Rong Gongvang, fighting life and death, even I have no certainty of victory, a practitioner who has just stepped into the four realms will soon be Kill her confidence. This kind of power jump, the process during this period, is a valuable practice experience for me. And people like him who feel that they are in front of me all the time, and they all give me great pressure, I must Make sure he really has enough power to kill her before successfully persecuting the surname Rong and his duel."

Dantai Guanjian thought about it carefully, he thought that Jing Liuli's statement was correct.

...

The depths of Mo Yuan are cold, especially the small courtyard where Ding Ning and Chang Sun Qianxue lived. Ding Ning's previous deliberate conversation with Chang Sun Qianxue didn't seem to change anything. The air in this quiet courtyard seemed extremely dull... even in the dry heat In the summer, there is a lingering chill.

There was nothing but chill in the courtyard, but in the bedroom of Chang Sun Qianxue, it was like a long winter.

On the tent, on the curtains, inside the doors and windows, and even on the walls, there is a thick layer of dark blue black frost.

A blue and black sword with a deep color to the extreme, completely unlike anything on earth, was suspended in front of Changsun Qianxue.

This sword is extremely cold, and the outward frost of Xuanshuang's vitality is like a blue-black flame burning continuously in the air. Every blue-black vitality is like a lot of ice and snow worlds in the practitioner's perception.

The flames of Xuan Shuang's vitality on the blue-black long sword fluttered to Chang Sun Qiangxue's body, condensing into a ray of black line when approaching Chang Sun Qianxue's body.

Beneath these black lines, the deep red mysterious frost bug was always greedily breathing with wide open mouth.

It also had a thick layer of ice shell frozen on it, and its body was trembling steadily.

However, between the time of freezing and freezing, with the constant infiltration of the strong black frost breath, its body is also undergoing subtle changes.

The smooth and soft deep red skin of the body also began to dip into the blue and black color, and at the same time began to become rough.It began to produce two small protrusions on its round head, so that the small protrusions may not be discernible to the naked eye by ordinary people, but in the perception of practitioners like Chang Sun Qianxue, it is extremely clear.

Perceiving such a change, Chang Sun Qianxue's always cold heart was full of joy.

The Nine Nether Hades sword is made from the dark jade in the abyss, and the dark jade is deposited in the deep abyss called an inner pill named Ningyu, even if she is a practitioner of her level, it is suitable. When the exercises started to melt this sword, they were all unbearable, and they must have the assistance of Ding Ning's double cultivation.

Ordinary creatures, even powerful beasts in cold places elsewhere, cannot withstand and accept the spirit of the Nine Nether Hades sword, unless they originally contained the blood veins of the deep abyss in the body, which originally belonged to that abyss biological.

As expected and guessed from the beginning, this kind of mysterious frost bug in Jianshan of Minshan should come from a similar abyss.

Is there a deep abyss in Minshan?

Minshan or Hades?

Does the cold of Minshan come from Gao, or does it come from the cold in the Abyss?

While Chang Sun Qingxue was delighted by the change and power of this black frost bug, there were several possibilities in his mind.

...

Outside the Changling Mausoleum, on the banks of the Wei River, beside Yedu, there are several fishermen’s huts.

Here is located in Hegang, the terrain is very high, you can clearly see the edge of the Changling Mausoleum and the majestic outline of the entire Changling, but it is separated from the Changling.

In a hut by the water, a thin woman in ordinary clothes was cooking fish soup.

The brazier under the iron pan obviously didn't have a few pieces of firewood, but the flame was extremely fierce.

There is a strong sense of kendo in the ordinary, she is Zhao Si.

Zhao Jianlu, the strongest heir to the world, disappeared after the battle on the Weihe River in the old days, and the world paid less attention to her.

Because she lost her natal sword.

The natal sword gathers the countless vitality of a practitioner, and the infiltration and nourishment of countless years are more important than the two arms of the practitioner. Once lost, the strength suddenly loses a few points.

However, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Si, who was quietly cooking fish, was shocked and suddenly looked up at the sky.

The flames in the brazier in front of her ignited, putting the entire iron pan in the air.