Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

The boy's swordsmanship was exceptionally agile, as if it had incorporated all the elements of heaven and earth, and contained boundless power and wisdom.

The two clashed, their swords flashing and their shadows clashing.

Each sword technique has its own merits, and the offense and defense unfold like a scroll painting, creating an exquisite battle scene amidst the wind and snow.

The ice and snow were torn apart by the sword intent, and the snowflakes turned into ice crystals in the air, falling like rain.

The two moved swiftly and gracefully, their movements as light as swallows, their swords flashing like lightning and exuding a chilling aura.

Each attack contains the release of power and the application of skill; the sword intent seems to sweep through the air, leaving a deep mark on everything in the world.

The land of ice and snow is filled with the power of extreme cold, but they make that power even more intense.

Their understanding of swordsmanship has transcended that of ordinary people; the sword and the man have become one, the sword pointing to heaven and earth, the sword moving the universe.

As the sparring continued, a fierce blizzard raged through the icy landscape, tearing apart the clouds in the sky and unleashing a storm of lightning.

His swordsmanship grew increasingly fierce, and the whole world seemed to tremble at his touch.

The ice and snow melted, and the earth trembled on their swords.

Finally, a sword pierced the sky, bringing with it howling winds and crisscrossing lightning.

The two took their final step simultaneously, and as their swords clashed, space froze and the landscape seemed to turn upside down.

The sword intent surged forth, tearing through space and destroying the heavens and the earth.

The sword intent of the two intertwined to create a breathtaking scene.

Amidst the icy snow, the two simultaneously merged with their swords, attacking back and forth in the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally stopped.

The sword intent swept across, shattering the wind and snow, and snowflakes fluttered and danced in the air.

"Little sister, you seem a bit absent-minded today?"

Fan Zui sheathed his sword, looked at the Yellow Spring Divine Sword in his hand, and gently stroked its scabbard.

For many days, the two had sparred with each other more than once, trying to find that last chance to combine their swords and forge the legendary Chaos Treasure.

But, they all failed.

During their exchange today, he noticed that Fan Bingyan's swordplay was slightly sluggish.

He seemed somewhat distracted.

In the small world, in the pavilion, the two stood side by side.

Fan Bingyan held the Azure Sword in her arms, her expression inscrutable, and remained silent.

On a cold winter day, thick white snow fell on the ground, forming a layer of silver.

At this moment when the earth is covered in silver, a stunningly beautiful woman stands in a quiet pavilion.

She wore a long white dress, the hem of which flowed like dancing flower petals.

Her tall and straight figure seemed poised to break through the cold wind at any moment, exuding a unique charm that made the earth itself tremble.

Her face resembled that of a sword fairy in a painting, her skin crystal clear, as if sculpted from crystal.

His eyes were like a deep lake, clear and bright, revealing wisdom and determination.

Her long eyelashes, like butterfly wings, gently drooped down, radiating a sword-like aura.

Her lips were slightly parted, exuding a cool and aloof beauty, like a snow rose bud about to bloom.

The silver-white sword in his bosom was sharp and cold.

She stood quietly in the pavilion, snowflakes falling, gazing into the distance.

The silent, cold wind blew, and compared to her, it seemed to transform into a beautiful melody, gently resonating in her ears.

Her eyes were calm and deep, as if sealing away the hustle and bustle of the world in a distant place.

The cold wind stirred up snowflakes, and a few gently landed on her hair, like the kisses of fairies.

She slightly raised her hand and gently stroked the snowflake, a soft light flashing in her eyes.

She seemed to blend into nature, accompanied by the wind and snow, responding to the cold's invitation.

She is like a silent poem, expressing everything without uttering a single word.

Her beauty was like that of a fairy from a fairyland, misunderstood by the world, yet captivating.

She used silence to tell the world that deep within her heart lay even greater strength and perseverance.

In this winter pavilion, she was like a solitary yet resilient flower, radiating exquisite beauty.

A stunningly beautiful woman, clutching a divine sword, stands dignified, facing the cold wind and snowflakes alone, yet conveying a sense of steadfastness and courage in her silence.

Fan Zui stared blankly at her profile, gradually becoming somewhat infatuated.

After a long while, he came to his senses and thought about it carefully, but he still couldn't understand why he couldn't combine the two swords.

"Young Master," the sword fairy woman turned and left, leaving only one sentence: "I'm going to seek guidance from the Sword Master."

Fan Zui suddenly realized, "That's right, although that old man has lost his cultivation, he is still the undisputed number one person in the world."

When it comes to understanding the way of the sword, no one can surpass him.

The best way is to ask him for advice.

Watching the sword-wielding woman depart, Fan Zui also turned and left.

Tomorrow, the army will set off.

He needs to make some preparations.

Upon arriving at the villa, Orange had already arranged a table of tasteless delicacies.

After finishing my sword practice, I was actually quite hungry.

The two ate dinner together, remaining silent to each other.

After eating and drinking to her heart's content, and letting out a satisfied burp, Orange finally spoke:

"Young master, I'll go with you on the expedition tomorrow. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."

Fan Zui gently stroked her hair and smiled:

"it is good!"

Oranges were his most prized possession, so naturally he had to bring them along.

Actually, it's not troublesome at all. He already has many small worlds, and he can live in them safely.

Seeing that the young master agreed, Ju Zi smiled gently and got up to clear the dishes.

Later that evening, the Black Widow arrived at the villa to report on the military situation.

The army is fully prepared and ready to depart at any time.

"Do you think we can win this battle?" Fan Zui glanced at the Black Widow beside him; the two were acquaintances, so he asked without hesitation.

"can!"

She said it with certainty.

"why."

"The Marquis has his reasons for appointing you as commander."

"..."

Well, it was a wasted question. He knew that the million-strong World Destroyer Army were all die-hard fans of that old man.

Even though he has lost his cultivation now, nothing has changed.

Still a die-hard fan.

The Annihilation Army only recognizes the Annihilation Lord, not the imperial edict.

This is hardly a secret.

At this moment, in the study.

The sword-wielding woman found the World Destroyer and asked him the question that had been bothering her.

However, the old man remained silent for a long time, simply staring at her.

This is the first time Fan Bingyan has ever seen such a look in her eyes, even after following her for so many years.

Then, the white-haired Sword Master simply sighed and said:

"The reason you can't combine your swords is perhaps because your time hasn't come yet; it can't be rushed."

The swordswoman remained silent; she knew her adoptive father must know the reason.

It's just that I can't say it outright.

Chapter 252 [The Empress Enters My Dream]

Between opening and closing his eyes, Fan Zui found himself in another world.

The sight of a million-strong army clashing was truly magnificent and awe-inspiring.