Book with Emperor

Chapter 5 Dragon Seat Frost Cold State

A gust of wind blew from nowhere in the mountains, carrying a bone-piercing chill, piercing through the clothes, piercing into the flesh, and then into the cracks in the bones. Everyone couldn't help shivering.

Everyone suddenly found that the poisonous insects all over the ground seemed to have hibernated, and all of them stopped moving.

A thin layer of transparent ice crystals gradually formed on the ground under the feet, and blossoming ice flowers bloomed on the stiffened poisonous insects.

The whole Fuyun Mountain became gloomy and cold in an instant, and the stone road leading to Qin Tianjian was silently covered with a layer of frost.

"Why is it suddenly so cold..."

"It's cold on the mountain."

"No... it's sword energy." The fan-wielding man clenched his weapon tightly.

The woman in purple frowned, "What a strong sword energy..."

Lou Binghe turned around slowly, and everyone looked up at the stone steps behind them.

A white figure slowly walked towards the people, with spotless white clothes and white boots, a silver-white sword hilt and scabbard in his hand, except for the long black hair that was tied up casually, a handsome and indifferent face, and eyes full of pure white and sword intent. cold.

The man in white with a sword slowly stepped up the stone steps of Qin Tianjian, like a stroll in a garden, but made everyone feel like they were facing an enemy.

Han Zhengwei was horrified, "What is the origin of this white dress, it can make Lou Binghe so afraid..."

"One of the four dragon seats in the Dragon King Pavilion." A smiling voice sounded from behind.

"what?"

Master Han Xiaohou was startled, and subconsciously turned his head to look over.

In front of me was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, dressed in men's clothing, wearing a white robe with bright yellow patterns, her hair tied in a jade crown, and a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, sitting on the stone steps and looking at him calmly.

"You are--"

"I heard that although Frost Cold State is skilled in swordsmanship, it is the only one in the Four Dragon Seats who does not know secret arts."

Qin Guanyue interrupted him lightly, "Guess, can he beat Lou Binghe and the others?"

Master Han's thoughts were interrupted, he became nervous again after hearing the other party's words, his eyes fell on Yue Wentian, and he frowned, "I don't know."

Qin Guanyue smiled and said nothing.

"Three thousand guests are full of flowers and drunk, and one sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states."

The Zisha woman turned around and looked at the spotless figure in white, and said with a smile, "I have heard that the leader of the four dragon seats in the Dragon King Pavilion is Frost Cold State, and the swordsmanship is the best in Canglan. Today I saw it, and I really deserve the name of Sword God."

"Frost Cold State?"

The big man frowned, "Why are the people from the Dragon King Pavilion here? Aren't they all young ladies who don't leave the gate?"

"I'm also curious."

The man with the fan had a slight smile in his eyes, "The Dragon King Pavilion didn't follow the orders of the Great Xia Emperor, so Brother Shuang came here under the orders of the Dragon Lady?"

Everyone was startled.

Everyone knows that Qin Tianjian is the most accessible place in the world, Sanqianming Tower is the place with the strongest weapons in the world, and Dragon King Pavilion is the most mysterious and powerful place.

And the owner of the Dragon King Pavilion is the Dragon Girl.

No one knows what it looks like, only that its force ranks first in the heaven list, and even the sword god Frost Hanzhou is willing to drive it.

For a moment, Lou Binghe lamented that the decision of the one in the capital, the Yue family, really couldn't stay.

"It's a pity, even the Dragon King Pavilion is no longer aloof from the world."

After Lou Binghe said this, he drew his sword and stabbed towards Frost Cold State.

At the same time, the Zisha woman, the fan-wielding man, and the big man all rushed towards the seriously injured Yue Wentian, and Lieutenant General Ling Yunqi also rushed over.

The man in white clothes Shengxue slowly raised his eyes, his lips parted slightly, "Shouren..."

The next moment, the sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

The place where the sword passed was covered in frost, and no one had seen the appearance of the sword clearly. The soaring sword energy had already hit Lou Binghe in front of him.

"what--"

The roar mixed with internal force was deafening, and the onlookers covered their ears uncomfortably when they were hit by the cold wind brought by the sword energy.

The sword energy rushed past, unexpectedly crossed Lou Binghe's sword, and split into several streaks, stabbing at the Zisha girl and the others who were trying to snatch the boy in black.

"What a nuisance!"

The woman in purple gnashed her teeth to hold the sword energy, the black energy flew wildly at her fingertips, and the veil on her face was also torn and fell to the ground, revealing a beautiful face.

"It's just such a broken look, what kind of veil is it wearing!"

While resisting the sword energy with an axe, the big man did not forget to laugh at the woman beside him.

"Shut up your stinky mouth! My old lady is not in the mood to argue with you now!"

The sword energy disappears, and everything returns to silence.

Shuang Hanzhou glanced at his sword calmly, as for those who fell under the sword, they couldn't get into his eyes at all.
The purple-clothed woman's hands trembled, she knelt down on one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The big man didn't speak any more, he also spat out blood, and looked up viciously at Shuanghan State not far away.

"Looks like I'm going to return home today..."

The fan-wielding man stood aside and smiled helplessly. Except for the blue robe on his body, which had been turned into rags, it was intact, but the silver soft armor under the robe was exposed.

"Smelly shameless..."

The big man looked at the soft armor jealously, and asked with a shy face, "Is your soft armor for sale?"

The woman in purple: "..."

The man with the fan smiled slightly, "Not for sale."

The big man cursed in a low voice, then got up from the ground.

"It's useless to sell, he just used three points of sword energy, if he really used ten points of sword energy..."

The woman in purple smiled wryly, "One Sword Frost Cold Fourteen States is not just a joke."

The big man's face also became ugly, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.

"..."

Over there, Lou Binghe also fell from mid-air, with a trail of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, he wiped the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look at Lieutenant General Sun Chu.

Sun Chu covered his chest and shook his head at him, indicating that it was all right.

How could it be okay, that was the sword energy of Canglan's first sword, even he was injured, Lou Binghe knew it well.

"Sword God..."

Young Master Han stared blankly, "It's really amazing."

Qin Guanyue, who was behind him, looked at the close-fitting silver armor of the man holding the fan, and murmured, "It can withstand the sword energy of Frost Cold State..."

Lord Han Xiaohou was not surprised, "Xiangwei armor is always indestructible, and it is even more invincible on the battlefield."

Qin Guanyue was thoughtful.

After Shuanghan State took away the sword over there, the unfinished sentence was slowly spoken, "...Trust, it's a matter of loyalty."

"What did he say?"

"Entrusted by others, loyal to others."

"What do you mean?"

The Zisha woman gave the big man a blank look, "Can you fucking read more?"

The big man snorted, "You read a lot, go up and fight!"

"you--"

The Zisha woman gave him a hard look and stopped talking.

The fan-wielding man shook the folding fan, thoughtfully, "It seems that the Dragon King Pavilion didn't intend to intervene in this matter."

Lou Binghe stared fixedly at the heartless Frost Cold State, "I wonder who entrusted you to come here?"

Shuang Hanzhou raised his eyes and looked behind them, "Her."

Everyone turned to look at Qin Tianjian behind him.

Standing at the top of the stone steps outside the crowd was a young man with a jade crown and black hair, wearing a robe with a bright yellow pattern and a white background, wearing a yellow palace sash around his waist, with a calm expression.

The young man had bright eyes and white teeth, fair complexion, a high nose bridge, delicate eyebrows and eyes, but still heroic, and there was a little cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, but it was not enchanting, but rather noble.

"Everyone is polite."

(End of this chapter)