Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 233 Late to the true strength (2)
Empress Zhaohua can't seem to breathe.

At this time, that sentence was retrieved from the blurred and discarded memory, and she suddenly remembered that sentence.

Song Wanzhi's eyes pierced the snow curtain, like the ominous sword she held in her hand.

"Submit or die!"

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At this moment, it is snowing heavily.

A hundred miles away, in the city of Zhaodu, on the Jialan Tower.

The old man was sitting cross-legged, and the heavy snow from outside seemed to come in little by little, and landed on the book thrown away in front of him. Before he could get dizzy and wet the yellowed paper, he was lightly flicked by a finger, and disappeared without a trace. without a trace.

"Master, what are you looking at?" The beautiful girl held a candlestick and offered a cup of warm tea to the elderly man.

The old man picked up the cup of tea and thought for a while, but all the records in the ancient book could not find the slightest clue. What does the bloody glint on the bronze door represent?
The feather of the phoenix, the feather of the peacock, and the feather of the green swallow, these three kinds of feathers represent all the phantoms of women in the world, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot escape the nine feathers. There is no way to change this, even if it is a saint, What is reflected will only be the nine feathers of the phoenix, but now, as Empress Zhaohua said, then, what does this represent?

Anything beyond the rules is not tolerated by the world, except for the legendary Su Xiang Su Mengchen.

But even Su Mengchen exists clearly for everyone, because of their inherent status in the Su family, they have been respected by the world until now.

So, what kind of existence is this Song Wanzhi?
She has no blood, this is what the touchstone shows, but now he certainly does not believe that she has no blood, but, what kind of blood is this blood, then it is worth investigating.

Of all things, the most frightening thing is not how powerful it is, but that you don't know.

He looked at the various visions recorded in the ancient book, but none of them were related to Song Wanzhi.

The beautiful girl swept her eyes away, and then randomly pulled out a book from the nearby bookshelf.

The booklet without the title was actually made of thin pieces of wood. As soon as she pulled it out, a large cloud of dust was instantly thrown up.

With a "snap", the beautiful girl let go of her hand, and then the book in her hand fell to the ground, and then a page was broken.

The beautiful girl squatted down, took out a handkerchief and wiped the board, but she stopped suddenly while she was wiping, and then looked at the old man and asked: "Master, does Xue Jian look like this?"

What fell happened to be the weapon spectrum.

Naturally, she had heard of this sword, whether it was the Milky Way Whip used by Princess Zhaoyang, or the Moon Shooting Bow on Qiu Yiliang's back, it was not as famous as this sword.

On the flipped wooden board, only black and white was used to outline the body of the sword, with only two words written on the side—Snow Sword.

The beautiful girl flipped back, only to find that the other weapons were carefully outlined with fine brushwork, and they were lifelike, such as a red diamond on the whip, which was also carefully depicted with a vermilion brush. The snow sword ranked first is so simple and simple, so that people can see its specialness at a glance.

"Master, why is the snow sword colorless?" the beautiful girl asked again.

The old man looked at it and said, "Because no one knows what color it will be."

"why?"

"Because, in the beginning, the snow of the Xuejian was not the snow that fell, but the blood that dripped blood. Because, the sword in the legend must be held by the evil saint every generation, and this person must bring the sword with him. This sword carried out endless killings, so the body of the sword was dyed red, so it was called the blood sword. But later, as time went by, this sword was infused with the efforts of countless saints, even demonic ones, That is also a peerless person in every generation. Later, this sword, a saint used some method, this sword became the color of snow, so, in order to get rid of its evil spirit, it was called the snow sword."

(End of this chapter)