Sword Pavilion (I)

The Drifting Snow Sword Sect was a rare time for the whole sect to move, and all the people, whether they were new disciples or all the sword masters who had lived in the sect for a long time, were all looking forward to the battle for the place to enter the Sword Shrine this time. Pen&Fun&Ge www.biquge.infol5lkan.I wish all candidates a successful exam!

And this battle can be said to be a rare event in the Drifting Snow Sect, and some good people from the outside world also hail it as the inheritance of the Divine Sword.

Every time there is a fight, the head of the Drifting Snow Sword Sect will strictly prohibit the result of fratricide, if someone dares to kill the opponent of the same sect, whether intentionally or unintentionally, they will also be expelled from the mountain gate forever.

What's even more serious is that if you deliberately kill an opponent who is a step lower than your own cultivation, you will even abolish your cultivation and expel yourself from the Drifting Snow Sect!

Such a harsh restriction naturally allows the disciples who participated in the competition in the sect in the past, every time they come out with a few points of hindsight, so as not to accidentally injure the same door, so that although it is difficult to distinguish the winner in the end, it is also too much to see, and at the same time, the competition in the rivers and lakes is often fought for life and death, and the meaning of this competition in the Drifting Snow Sect is to let most of the disciples in the sect only see the first drop of blood after ten years of entering the sect.

Article 7 of the Drifting Snow Sect's patriarchal law: Those who kill the same sect should be punished! Those who kill those who are not the same sect should be dealt with according to their own discretion after asking the reason.

When Tang Feng first saw this sect, his brows furrowed slightly, and he wanted to ask Gao Feng who ordered this sect, so domineering, and even a little unreasonable.

As the saying goes, those who kill are always killed.

This principle can be put in the world, anywhere, it can work, but when it comes to the Drifting Snow Sect, there is an illusion that the Drifting Snow Sect is the only one.

Although Gao Feng has also explained, this is the rule that the first sect master, Piaoxue Gongzi, set up in order to make his disciples more united when the Piaoxue Sect first established the mountain gate.

For this reason, Tang Feng could understand, because the Drifting Snow Sect at that time had a square door, if there was no iron-blooded unity, how could he stand in this vast Fengzhou land?

It's just that today, this kind of patriarchal method is inevitably some, and some of them are too worthy of the current mixed people in the Drifting Snow Sect.

Tang Feng would not deny it, and he couldn't deny that the backbones of the Drifting Snow Sword Sect were truly united and mutually helpful, but the so-called forest was big, and there would be any bird.

Like that surnamed He, such garbage can actually be mixed into the sect, and it is mixed up vividly, which makes Tang Feng extremely unhappy, but since Xuan Bing has explained, it is enough to treat this kind of garbage as invisible, and he will stain his hands if he teaches a lesson.

Hearing the inheritance of this so-called divine sword again, Tang Feng just smiled faintly, because even if there were such terrible conditions, there would also be countless people who would die in order to get a pitiful place.

Victory, is victory, whether it is a complete victory or a tragic victory, no matter what the outcome is, anyone who can laugh to the end is willing to be a winner.

Sometimes Tang Feng even had some doubts about whether the sect master of the Drifting Snow Sword Sect was stupid? Couldn't it be that the sword shrine could be completely opened, so that everyone in the world could try it? instead of being limited to just a few hundred people, a little more than a thousand people's heads would be broken and bloody.

This kind of thought, until many years later, when Tang Feng recalled it, did not know that he had misunderstood the masters of the Drifting Snow Sword Sect.

Facing Tang Feng's indifferent face, Nangong Luoting was a little speechless, and grabbed Tang Feng, who was pushing the wheelchair lightly, not knowing where to run:

"Hey, did you hear that? This is a once-in-a-century event, and it would be a shame if you didn't attend. If you have Grandpa Xuan Bing, you're not enough!Where do you want to run?"

Tang Feng rolled his eyes lightly, and then gently raised his hand and waved, about to hit her jade hand, Nangong Luoting saw this Tang Feng, as if she was going to touch her hand, her face flushed slightly, and she instantly withdrew it, Tang Feng's hand hit the empty space, and said:

"You'd better go back to your Frost Peak and stay, lest your master Wu Xiaoling beat you again. ”

In the end, Tang Feng's voice was as soft as comfort.

After finishing speaking, Tang Feng's wheelchair under the seat sped up and disappeared around the corner of the road when Nangong Luoting was slightly startled.

Along the way, everything he saw and heard was the sound of discussion about the inheritance of the divine sword, and some disciples in the sect who didn't know Tang Feng watched curiously as Tang Feng slowly pushed the wheelchair, one high and one low, walking forward, letting the light of the sword fly on his head whistling by, Tang Feng seemed to ignore it.

"He's he, Senior Sister, do you know him? Look at his sword, it seems to be very powerful. ”

There are new female disciples, when they see Tang Feng's calm expression, coupled with the super booming giant sword behind the wheelchair-Wu Feng, these people think that Tang Feng is a mysterious master in the sect!

"Cut-this guy, he shouldn't even be able to walk steadily now, it's just relying on some connections in the door, and it's just a garbage that comes in to mix rice and eat, and it's not even as good as the one surnamed He, at least the pervert surnamed He, and there are two more times, and he actually walked the shit luck to drift the snow and practiced to the second level, although it is still a few years away from the peak of the second layer, but it is a few points more useful than this cripple. ”

"Oh, I see, it's so that we are envious of white—white-eyed..."

Tang Feng frowned, these people actually said that they were not even as good as that surname, it didn't matter if they thought about it, their current appearance was indeed easy to look down on.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, ignoring the snow-white figure flying by above his head, Tang Feng gently pushed the wheelchair under the seat, continued to move forward, and glanced at his cuffs slightly, I don't know when, I don't know who, actually made three silver patterns on it?

"Uh, it's really..."Tang Feng smiled helplessly, and then under the jealous gaze of some old disciples in the door who could see his cuffs clearly, he slowly slid onto the high-altitude suspended Xuantie Bridge between Qingshuang Peak and Drifting Snow Peak.

This iron chain bridge is made of five iron poured iron cables, which was originally just five iron cables, after all, how many people in the Sword Sect need to pave the bridge deck to walk?

And such a bridge is now paved with a thick bluestone bridge deck, this kind of thing is probably the first time in the thousands of years of the Drifting Snow Sect. Even the most puzzling thing for the disciples in the sect was that the Xue Qingtian Sect Master actually ordered that no disciple should destroy the bridge deck!

There are even disciples in the sect who jokingly call this bridge - wheelchair bridge.

For these things, Tang Feng acted as if he had never heard of them.

The sound of "crunch-crunch-" came from underneath, Tang Feng seemed to have been used to this kind of sound as if he hadn't heard it, perhaps because of the high and low middle of the chain bridge, Tang Feng's speed of one person and one chair was getting faster and faster, and occasionally there were disciples of the sect who fell on the bridge to see the scenery, seeing that the wheelchair rushed over as if out of control, they all flew away one by one with a frightened sword.

"Boom—"

The valley between the two peaks suddenly blew up as if Tang Feng deliberately couldn't get along!

The hundred-foot-long chain bridge swayed from side to side all of a sudden, attracting the exclamations of some disciples who had cultivated well around!

"Oh no, he's going to fall!"

There are those who watch coldly, those who can't bear it, and those who are ready to rush forward to save Tang Feng's life.

"The seniors on the other side, why are you so boring and teasing the juniors?"

Everyone in the Drifting Snow Sect knew that this chain bridge led to the other end of the Drifting Snow Sword Sect, and the location of this Sword Pavilion happened to be not far from the side of the chain bridge?

Then many disciples were shocked to find that Tang Feng was almost impossible, and it looked extremely difficult to draw his sword!

Before the chain bridge was thrown in a crazy circle, he put his sword across a chain, and then the bridge swung up!

Tang Feng didn't throw it out, and even the wheelchair under his seat seemed to have taken root, miraculously still under his seat.