The empress was still a pitiful little child and was adopted by me

Time is like a horse, spring goes to winter, and a year passes by in a snap of a finger.

In the middle of a snowy field, a little girl about eight or nine years old, holding a long sword, danced in the wind and snow.

She was dressed in a white dress, and her snow-white hair fluttered in the wind and fell over her shoulders.

The delicate and flawless face is slightly red, and the fine bangs on the forehead make the clear and bright eyes black like jewels.

The snow lotus mark on his forehead exudes a soft light at this moment, with a fairy aura.

Although the face has not yet grown, it is already foreseeable how captivating the country and the city will be in the future, which is enough to make people fascinated.

Her steps are light, and every step she takes carries an aura.

On top of that, she was barefoot, stepping on the white snow.

And what is even more surprising is that there seems to be a faint fairy aura around her body, illuminating her into a Nine Heavens Fairy.

The swirling leaves and the falling snow didn't seem to touch her body in the slightest.

I have to say that such a picture is extremely beautiful.

There are no words to describe this scene, and the ethereal fairy is also a little less charming.

The little girl raised the long sword in her hand, her brother's gentle smile flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a little sentimental in her heart.

"Brother... Light snow... Xiaoxue really misses her brother..."

She muttered to herself, her eyebrows revealing sorrow and affection.

Then, the long sword in her hand erupted with brilliant white light, stabbing fiercely into the sky!

At this moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

All that was left was the heavy snow and her straight, slender figure.

Boom——!

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the distant horizon, as if some mountain peak had collapsed.

In the distance, Jian Changsheng and Ye Ziyuan, who were watching this scene, glanced at each other and saw the silence in each other's eyes.

"She... Changed Immortal Hunting.

After a while, Ye Ziyuan said slowly, the complexity in his eyes was not enough for outsiders.

"Yes, her modified Immortal Hunt is in her hands, but it is even better than before."

Jian Changsheng Dao, he, like Ye Ziyuan, was shocked.

Seeking the Immortal Sword, but the Heavenly Emperor's Sword Technique, even if they modify it now, it is impossible to make it stronger.

However, eight-year-old Xiaoxue, succeeded!

What a terrifying talent this is?

"Can you see any difference between this sword?" Ye Zi Kite whispered.

"It's very special, Shizun's search for immortals is looking for immortal immortals who transcend the emperor realm and are ethereal."

"And her immortal seeker... It seems that just to find someone.

"No matter time, no matter space, no matter life or death, no matter the past and future, just to find... One person.

Jian Changsheng pondered for a long time, and finally gave this evaluation.

"Her talent is above you and me, perhaps, compared with my brother, it is not bad."

Ye Ziyuan said, the brother in her mouth is not an ordinary person!

Even Jian Changsheng had a touch of admiration in his eyes.

The son of the Emperor of Heaven, he perfectly inherited the invincible swordsmanship of the Emperor of Heaven, and his cultivation has shocked the past and the present, and he was born 100,000 years ago and killed the Tianjiao of all races, and he is the real first person in the Xuan Palace today!

"Is there anything we need to do?"

Watching Xiaoxue write the number three hundred and eighty in the snow, Ye Ziyuan asked.

Jian Changsheng was silent, because he understood the meaning of Ye Ziyuan's words.

"Let him go, the top ten of the Terran Tianjiao is the bottom line of the Xuan Palace, and it is also the bottom line of Xiaoxue, if they can't even enter the top ten, the gap between them in the future will only be unimaginably large."

..........

On the side of the ancient road, red horses gallop.

It was a bandit of more than thirty men, riding all kinds of horses, wearing leather armor and iron helmets, and carrying spears, broadswords, and bows and arrows.

The leader is clothed in black armor and holds a spear. He was riding on a jujube red horse, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he was full of murderous aura.

"Look, boss, there's a guy there!"

A minion next to him suddenly pointed forward and said something.

The boss looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, he saw a man in white sitting alone on a stone in the middle of the road.

He was tall and straight, and his appearance was handsome and extraordinary, but at this time, he actually sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and fell into a state of cultivation.

"Boss, in this wilderness, isn't it a little abnormal for him to sit alone in the middle of the road?"

One of his subordinates wondered.

"Whatever is going on with him, we have been robbing for so long, this guy is well-dressed, and he is still the first fat sheep to be delivered to the door."

Another minion laughed and said, "Wait until you grab his things, and then study them carefully!"

"Hahahaha! Brothers, rush! Slaughter this fat sheep! The

boss sneered, they were bandits who killed people without blinking.

At this time, I saw a stranger sitting alone in the snow, and even decided to clean up the fat sheep.

Hula!

When the bandits heard this, they were in ecstasy, rode their horses and galloped, rushing towards the young man in white.

These are not ordinary horses, but red-blooded horses of the Jindan Realm.

They are not ordinary bandits, they dare to burn and loot in the Nine Heavens Continent, they can't do it without a little strength!

The speed of this group of people was extremely fast, but when they reached not far in front of the young man, the young man in white who was sitting cross-legged finally opened his eyes.

"Boom!"

It was just a release of coercion, and all of the red-blooded horses knelt down, crawling on the ground and shivering.

What a terrifying momentum! Like gods, oppressed so much that they don't even have a place to breathe.

At this moment, these gangs of bandits were completely stunned.

They couldn't have imagined that this young man in white, who looked to be only in his twenties, was so powerful.

"Boss... We... We've kicked the iron plate..."

, a little man said tremblingly, and under this coercion, they had no power to resist at all.

The boss was also cold, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, his lips trembled, and he wanted to beg for mercy but found that he couldn't spit out a word.

It's horrible!

The young man in white is naturally Mo Qianqian!

Compared with a year ago, he is a little more mature, and his temperament is as deep as an abyss, which is incomprehensible, as if he has turned into a peerless sword, and his edge is revealed!

He looked at the bandit in front of him coldly, and slowly spit out the words of judgment.

"A year ago, you slaughtered more than 1,000 people in several villages, and eight months ago, you slaughtered 5,000 people in the Xiling Mountains... Three days ago, you raged in Tanglin Mountain..."

"Within three days, you slaughtered nearly 10,000 civilians, and did all kinds of evil, and I will judge you in the name of Tianjiao Palace... Capital crime!

Mo Qianqian slowly spoke, his eyes were cold, and his voice was cold, like the words of judgment coming from the Nine Shadows.