This sword was his life-and-death sword. It was completely different from his previous intention to use the sword. In his mind, this sword was faster and more unrestrained than when he had practiced before. Every sword resounded with a sword cry.

Lou Jinchen did not move, but his upper body twisted like a weak willow supporting the wind. He danced the sword in his hand, forming circles of sword light. Every sword light falling like meteors from Jia Shun was deflected by the sword circle.

"Although the swordsmanship is good, the person is inferior."

Lou Jinchen's voice sounded, and Jia Shun saw Lou Jinchen, who was enveloped by his sword, suddenly move. He saw that the sword ring in Lou Jinchen's hand suddenly cracked, and the person seemed to disappear, and the cracked

The sword circle was filled with a mist of sword light, which pierced the light of his own sword as if it were piercing the falling stars.

But there was a flash of sword light grazing his throat like a thief.

Blood spurted out, Jia Shun reached out to cover it, twisted his body, and looked at Lou Jinchen, who had already sheathed his sword and was not looking at him, but at the furnishings in the room.

In this room, there are actually several low tables, covered with cloth and cushions, as if they are waiting for someone to come to a meeting.

Jinchen only took a look at these buildings at a glance, and his eyes finally fell on a shrine. There was a female statue in the shrine.

The statue was carved from some kind of white wooden heart, and he noticed that the eyes of the statue seemed to be gestating with will.

He felt that the temperature in the room began to drop, and there were actually crystal flowers growing in the eyes of the statue.

At the same time, he heard a person standing up slowly behind him, that person was covered in frost.

Lou Jinchen turned around slowly, and when he saw Jia Shun's frosty eyes, his heart became solemn.

Only then did he realize that this Jia Shun actually had another identity.

The bleeding in Jia Shun's throat has stopped, and it seems as if he is not injured.

"God of Winter?" Lou Jinchen read out the name.

"The power of the God of Winter is beyond your imagination! Now, I can give you another chance. As long as you fall into the arms of the God of Winter, all your previous offenses will be forgiven. I can apply for you to be a temple to the God of Winter.

The sword wielder here is capable of killing with his hands and has a high position of authority." Jia Shun's voice seemed to lack a bit of humanity and a bit more majesty.

The pink aura on his body also disappeared, and instead there was a mysterious, cold and terrifying aura.
Chapter completed!