March is supposed to be the time when grass grows and birds fly in the spring. But among the mountains of the northern region covered by snow all year round, time is like a locked prisoner without moving at all, and the whole world seems to be one. Because the climate in the northern region is cold, the environment is harsh, and life is rarely active, the entire mountain range shows a sense of loneliness and silence, as if the mountain is abandoned, there is snow left. Only the white clouds floating slightly in the sky and the eagles that swept through the intersection of the mountains for several days have added some vitality to this mountain range that seems to be abandoned by the world.

Above one of the shortest peaks among the mountains, there is a small house made of dead trees.

There were two people living in the house, one who didn’t look like an old man, and the other who didn’t look like a teenager.

"Hey, boy, add some firewood. I can't stand the cold when I get old." By the bonfire in the room, the old man leaned on the bench, crossed his legs, narrowed his eyes, and his long gray hair was scattered in shawl.

The boy next to him stood up after hearing this, picked up a handful of dry firewood from the corner of the room and threw it into the fire. The dry firewood fell into the fire with a downward momentum and splashed a burst of sparks. The residue floated to the withered old man's silver beard beside him...

"Hey! I said, do you want to kill the master? You definitely did it on purpose!"

The old man jumped up from the bench and jumped a few times, looking at the boy beside him with a distorted expression, his wide eyes and red old face meant that he was very angry now.

The boy next to him also stood up and looked at the old man with a calm expression, and his gray pupils in his eyes did not fluctuate at all. He paused, turned around and walked towards the wooden door, and a pair of slender but calloused hands grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. The wind and snow outside the house seemed to have found a place to go, and the bone-broken cold instantly filled the entire wooden house.

The boy stood by the door. The cold wind blowing outside made the long black hair fly freely. His indifferent eyes looked at the old man calmly and firmly. A sharp aura rose from under his feet and suddenly spread around. The wind and snow outside the house were blocked outside the door due to this soaring force.

Looking at the young man with high fighting spirit, the old man's red face suddenly returned to normal, and his upright body also turned back to a hunchback. He slowly lay back on the bench, regardless of the young man with awesome fighting spirit, as if he closed his eyes.

Seeing this, the boy stepped forward with his right foot, and the momentum that filled the audience instantly gathered and pressed towards the old man. The terrifying aura wrapped around the old man's whole body and stimulated every inch of his skin.

However, the old man was still lying comfortably on the bench and ignored the huge aura that was shrouded in his body.

"Forget it, forgive you again. Good disciple, I'm afraid of the cold, close the door quickly." The old man said with his eyes narrowed and his body behind his back.

"Draw the sword!" The pale lips opened slightly, with an undeniable tone.

"Close the door, I won't agree to you. In the past few years, I have been drawing swords and drawing swords. I am old and I can't beat you anymore." The old man said behind his back.

"Okay, then I'll go down the mountain tomorrow."

"You dare!"

"What's not to dare?"

"Okay! Su Qianjue, his wings are hard, he wants to spread his wings and fly high, right?" The decisive tone stimulated the old man. The old man suddenly turned up and looked directly at the young man in front of him.

"I have the final say in this mountain. I don't know. Even if the true immortal in the sky comes, I have to stay for me!"

"So, draw the sword." The old man's words were still the ones without emotion.

"You...you..." The old man was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he turned his hands to the boy and stopped looking at him.

This big and urination lasted for a long time.

As if he couldn't hold on, the old man sighed, "Isn't it good to be on the mountain?" His hunched back looked a little lonely.

Looking at the slightly older old man in front of him, a hint of unbearableness flashed across Su Qianjue's face, but then he firmly said, "There is someone who must see him, and there is something that must be done!"

"It's still half a year before that incident, can't you wait any longer?"

"The hunter at the foot of the mountain said that the official family had posted the list. A hundred tribes in southern Xinjiang invaded the Central Plains. The third prince of the Great Qi led 100,000 troops to suppress them. The soldiers were defeated by Bailuyuan. More than half of the 100,000 soldiers were killed or injured. The emperor was furious. The third prince could not escape the blame. He took his post as the Grand Marshal of the Army, and slaughtered a thousand rods, and dismissed all the generals under his sect. He was imprisoned in the palace and was not allowed to take a step to comfort the world."

"Oh." The old man sighed softly when he heard this, "If I remember correctly, the kid's family was in the third place back then?"

"Yes." Su Qianjue whispered.

"Afraid of something happening to him?"

The boy remained silent and his hand holding the sword tightened a little.

"So, are you ready!" The old man turned around and stood solemnly. In the eyes of the young man, the old man who seemed to be about to die gradually became taller. His old body seemed like a pillar of the sky, and the sky fell without any shock!

Taking a deep breath, Su Qianjue raised the sword in his hand. The ancient sword that had accompanied him for twenty years was three feet and seven inches long, and the whole body was blue. The sword body pattern was like a snowflake attached to it. Before him, this peerless sword belonged to the old man in front of him.

The ancient sword is famous, its name is - Stepping on the Snow!

The aura in his body reached its peak at this moment. Facing this old man, Su Qianjue's attention was unprecedented and he did not dare to be distracted at all.

The old man showed a hint of relief at the corner of his mouth. The boy in front of him looked very much like himself, and his heart was as tall as the sky.

"If you want to go down the mountain, just show me whether you have the qualifications!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Qianjue's pupils suddenly shrank, and the figure of the old man next to the chair slowly dissipated like a afterimage. A pair of palms suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped him in front of him! In the flash, Su Qianjue raised his sword and crossed his chest. The old man slapped him with a palm. The powerful energy shocked Su Qianjue so that his heels were off the ground and slipped backwards.

Feeling the trembling of the sword body and the numbness coming from the tiger's mouth, Su Qianjue's eyes condensed, he stepped up with the sword, and his inner breath poured into the sword body and showed a three-foot sword light. His wrist vibrated at an extremely irregular frequency in an instant, and a suction force suddenly appeared at the edge of the sword to gather the cold wind around him and then compressed it to the tip of the sword and spread forward.

The powerful wind power rotated around the old man. Under the extreme speed of flying and pressure, the cold wind made the old man unable to move for a while, and could only watch the snow-stepped sword outside the prison sweep with a solemn force!

"Feng Hui?" In the center of the wind raft, the old man was not at all panicked. He was waiting for the thunder sword that stabbed him in the strong wind. In half a breath, Su Qianjue came to the old man with the force of wind and thunder and stabbed him out, and then... stopped two inches from the old man's throat!

Hum? Su Qianjue frowned, and his right hand couldn't help but increase his strength. The surging inner breath kept injecting into the sword in his hand, but he could no longer move forward. This rare peerless sword weapon in the world stopped between two dark and rough fingers!

Sensing the unrivaled power coming from the tip of the sword, Su Qianjue found that he could not pull out of the two fingers while holding the snow. A feeling of heavy like a mountain hit him, which made him breathless. His body was trembling constantly, as if the terrifying oppression of being pressed by a mountain made him almost unable to hold the snow in his hand, but he never let go, his face was twisted, but the indomitable intention in his eyes became more and more vigorous.

He struggled to raise his head and looked at the old man in front of him, the flames in his pupils continued to rise.

The old man stretched out his left hand and suddenly lifted it downwards. The inner breath like a vast ocean suddenly emerged. The wind that Su Qianjue had just used just now was broken in an instant.
Chapter completed!