Chapter 164: Fang Sijun

The sound of the trumpet resounded through the sky.

Ninety-nine Xue Jianzhai disciples in white shirts held horns to blow this dull sound that resounded through the sky, dull, but majestic and mighty, with an ancient desolation.

Li Changfeng stood on the snowfield of no return, and like everyone else, he raised his head and looked at the end of the misty peak.

There was a path under his feet that led to the sky.

This mountain is steep and lifeless, but it is a solid stone mountain, which is blown by cold winds all year round, and it is cold to the bones.

Sword slaves stood on either side, long swords standing behind them.

This is Snow Sword Zhai, and it is also the largest sword mound.

Some of these swords are rusty, some are shiny and translucent, some are long and cold, and some are broken like halberds, crooked and crossed, reaching straight to the sky.

In Xuejianzhai, only the sword is the master, and the person is only the slave.

Sword Slave.

Li Changfeng followed the footsteps of his predecessors and walked up the mountain road.

He walked on his hands, and walked for an unknown number of steps, until he reached a high place, and he was shocked by the different scenery he saw.

Climb to the top and look down at the snowfield, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the ice crystals are like flowers, and even the light is trampled under your feet, this is the extreme west of Kyushu, desolate and quaint, and the scenery is picturesque.

But his heart moved slightly, and he turned around.

There is a palace on the top of the snowfield, which is connected to the sky and stationed in the snowfield, which is as majestic and brilliant as gold.

Snow Palace.

Li Changfeng looked at the simple handwriting of the big seal and read it softly.

He looked inside the palace gate, and although it was dark inside, he could vaguely hear that someone had walked out.

The fish sword monk greeted him respectfully, bowed down and said, "Venerable!"

Li Changfeng saw that this was a middle-aged man, wearing a plain robe.

He is very ordinary, with his appearance and attire, no one will question even if he goes to Yun Yao to be a pawn of a peddler, if the most abrupt place on his body is the quietness that is incompatible with his appearance, he is a very quiet person.

If the fish sword monk is a big sword, with no edge in the heavy weapon, then this middle-aged man is a soft sword, delicate and meticulous, and can take people's lives in an instant.

The middle-aged man bowed slightly, took a step forward and looked at everyone.

His voice was not loud, but even if he did not return to the peak of the snow field to hunt in the wind, his voice still resounded clearly in everyone's ears.

"In the snow Jianzhai main plum drink snow, all of you are guests, Xuejian Zhai never hinders the heroes of the world, after three days of sword heart martial arts, you all rely on your own strength to stay to the end, return to the sky Wuxu tomb is on the top of this non-return snow field, in the next will be opened for you, but its internal variables can not be speculated, everything depends on themselves, I hope you can find the treasure, full of returns. ”

He was a quiet man, and he couldn't even feel the mood swings of what he said.

But when everyone heard his words, their blood began to boil.

Li Changfeng looked around, infected by that emotion, and became interested in the tomb of Guitian Wuxu.

Mei Yuxue pulled out a small sword from her waist, it was a red sword, and she was pinched in his hand.

The maidservants on both sides held brocade rolls and red mud, and the small sword in Mei Yingxue's hand dipped in red mud and flew on the brocade roll.

As the blade danced, the slender trajectories formed a complex symbol.

Mei Yuxue's face was slightly pale, as the master of Yizhai, his cultivation was not strong, but he was still so hard, as if the true yuan in his body had been withdrawn.

He pointed like a sword, slowly

Slow stabbing at the brocade.

The fiery red runes on the brocade scroll became more dazzling with each point, and finally became as red as blood, and then burned.

The brocade burned hot, and golden flames rose from the hands of the two maids, and flew into the air, blazing.

The whole scroll was engulfed in flames, and it burned in this raging snowstorm!

"Take the talisman as the guide, the snow as the spirit, the wind as the god, the thunder as the bone, return to the sky and Wuxu, enlightenment!"

In the white clouds in the sky, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell and hit the brocade scroll.

This brocade scroll was originally wrapped in flames, but at this moment, a little trace was revealed, as if the front and back had become transparent, but Li Changfeng saw that it was mottled inside, and it was obviously not the same place as the storm and snow outside, it seemed that this fire talisman should be a spatial rift, linking the gate of the Guitian Wuxu Tomb and the Snow Sword Zhai.

"Enter the tomb!" the Fish Sword Monk suddenly roared, and the crowd began to pour in.

Li Changfeng glanced at Li Bezhi and Wenren Lixue, Wenren Lixue looked at him, and quietly walked into the Void Gate, but Li Bezhi had already disappeared.

He thought for a moment and stepped into the door.

But for a moment, Li Changfeng was already standing on a huge rock covered with dust.

However, the ghost uncle beside him has long since disappeared.

Li Changfeng saw this place clearly, this is a large hall, simple and dilapidated, but it still retains some of the prestige of the past, the crowd is in twos and threes, and some have tried to move forward.

It turns out that this is the Guitian Wuxu Tomb?

At this moment, just as Li Changfeng was carefully looking at the tomb, a person walked towards him.

This person is neither Li Bezhi nor Wenren Lixue, but the person who has been waiting for him.

"Xue Jian Zhai, Fang Sijun. ”

He said calmly to Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng didn't speak, he was waiting for the other party to say the following words.

Fang Sijun said calmly: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time. ”

Li Changfeng: "Do you know me?"

Fang Sijun shook his head: "I don't care who you are now, I just want to compete with you." ”

Li Changfeng frowned, because he understood Fang Sijun's words.

What he's saying is: I don't care who you are now, not I don't care who you are.

Although there is only a difference between two words, the meaning is completely different.

Li Changfeng: "What if I don't want to fight you?"

Fang Sijun: "No, you will definitely fight with me, as long as I tell you one thing." ”

Li Bezhi and Wenren Lixue and Bai Ye Zhou Xiuye, everyone saw the face-to-face between them and heard their conversations.

Li Changfeng: "What's the matter?"

Fang Sijun: "That note was written by me." ”

Li Changfeng's eyes suddenly burst into real fire, and Li Bezhi, who was standing not far away, trembled.

Wenren Lixue looked very puzzled, she didn't know the inside story.

But Li Changfeng and Li Bezhi knew very well what it meant, but they didn't expect it to be so simple and direct, and it would be said from Fang Sijun's mouth without any resistance.

There was anger in Li Changfeng's eyes, but Fang Sijun was as calm as Qiuhong.

He was waiting for Li Changfeng's reply.

Li Changfeng clenched his fists to death, looked at him and said coldly: "Okay, I must have no reservations, I must kill you!"

Fang Sijun

Nodding: "If you can defeat me, why not kill me? ”

His fearless appearance of life and death made Li Changfeng jealous the most, and when he calmed down, Li Changfeng squinted and said, "When did you recognize me?"

Fang Sijun looked at his eyes, and his face like a stone had a trace of emotion for the first time: "Everything you do is under God's gaze. ”

Li Changfeng also stared at his eyes tightly and said, "You wait and see, I will not only live well, but also kill the god you admire!"

Fang Sijun stopped talking, and Li Changfeng stopped talking.

All they had to say was finished, so the two turned their backs and walked away.

Fang Sijun stood up and pulled out the sword in the rock.

Unlike the Seven Star Dragon Yuan that Wei Chuting had used before, the sword used by Fang Sijun was just an ordinary iron sword.

To him, he himself was the sharpest sword.

Although Li Changfeng was furious in his heart, he still kept a cool head, he understood that Fang Sijun was disturbing his thoughts, but he couldn't be provoked.

Zhutian Yiluo, the eight array diagrams, none of them can be exposed.

Fang Sijun pointed at Li Changfeng with a sword and said: "I have been waiting for you for so long in Xuejianzhai, just to fight with you, I have been waiting for this day for a long time, I hope you don't let me down!"

Everyone's eyes were not only looking at Fang Sijun, but also at Li Changfeng, such a strong but little-known figure, now even Fang Sijun of Xuejian Zhai said that he had been waiting for him for a long time to fight with him, what kind of person is such a person?

This time, Li Changfeng shot faster than Fang Sijun, and the intense true yuan that overflowed from his body was like a stormy wave, which was enough to see the fluctuations in his heart.

Three years ago, everyone paid attention to Li Changfeng's "Eight Arrays", and three years later, some people knew that Zhutian Yiluo had fallen into Li Changfeng's hands, but no one paid attention to Li Changfeng's true yuan three years ago or three years later.

Perhaps only a few people can really see the vastness of Li Changfeng's divine light and truly realize that this is his strongest weapon.

His true yuan, like the river and the sea, will never be exhausted.

Fang Sijun saw a sword hong, he didn't know that this was just the first move, Li Changfeng had already sacrificed the strongest spirit rhino sword technique.

The sword hung in Li Changfeng's hand, slashing down like an earth-shattering one, Fang Sijun raised his head, still holding the iron sword in his hand.

The iron sword was stabbed straight into the sky by him, without any fancy, simple and direct.

However, this seemingly earth-destroying Changhong and the iron sword that seemed to be like a willow supporting the wind emitted a roar of gold and iron, and Li Changfeng felt the huge impact force, and actually blocked his spirit rhino sword technique.

Fang Sijun only relied on an iron sword, but he was able to block his Spirit Rhino Sword Technique.

Li Changfeng was not surprised, since this person had buried the plan for so long, he must have been prepared, if he was cut off by his own sword, then he would be surprised.

Li Changfeng and Fang Sijun fought like destroying the world, this Changhong sword technique split the bluestone of this hall into Dao sword marks, Fang Sijun's true yuan introverted did not overflow at all, compared with Li Changfeng's Lingxi sword skills, he was more like a person who was wrapped in a quilt to fight, simple, simple, and direct, just like Wei Chuting at the beginning, Fang Sijun's sword path was more direct.

Fang Sijun swung away Jian Hong with a sword, his face was calm: "The current you are far from what I expected you, are you only at this level?"

Li Changfeng's eyes were as angry as King Kong, and Changhong's dazzling eyes were three points, and a sword fell from the sky.

Fang Sijun suddenly raised his head, and the iron sword blocked.

In this hall, there was a sudden sound of gold and iron shattering.