The snow-capped mountains are cold for eternity, shining alone on the peak.

For the Snow Mountain Sect, one of the two overlords of Lingzhou, after separating the victory and defeat from generation to generation in the century-old struggle with the Blood Knife Sect, the unprecedented expansion of confidence made it seem that a small Lingzhou could no longer accommodate the great god of the Snow Mountain Sect.

This point, not only Bai Zizi, but even the vast majority of the figures and disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect have the same idea in their hearts.

"Look at the ...... of the sword"

After Bai Zizi let out a low shout, he saw that the long sword in his right hand was held sideways at this time, pointing at Jiang Feng. The index finger and middle finger of the left hand stretched out together, slowly erasing along the hilt towards the tip of the sword, and as the trembling on the long sword came, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared from the tip of the sword.

The light was very small at first, only half an inch long, but as Bai Zizi's left hand swept over the blade of the sword. The light was like a flame, rising in the wind, and in a short time it was half a foot long.

"The sword is full of energy, it's kind of interesting!"

Originally, in Bai Zizai's plan, seeing that he had revealed such a legendary supreme skill of swordsmanship, Jiang Feng would be arrested even if he was not restrained, and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy. At the very least, it will be shocking, or fight to the death, or run away.

But at this time, Jiang Feng's eyes looking at Bai Zizi made Bai Zizi a little familiar and a little disgusted for some reason. It's very simple, in the past, when Bai Zizi saw those disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect who had just made some progress in sword practice, he was complacent, and he had this kind of look.

"Daddy!"

Among today's Snow Mountain faction, in addition to Bai Zizai, when it comes to martial arts, it is Bai Wanjian, as well as the heads of the four branches of Cheng, Qi, Liao, and Liang.

At this time, it was the five of them who hurried down the mountain.

Seeing the arrival of Bai Wanjian, especially the other four vein masters, Bai Zizai had the intention to stand up in front of the four of them, and he didn't care how Jiang Feng was tricking at the moment. The long sword in his hand shook, and it was already carrying the "whirring" sword mang, shrouded towards the river wind.

Jiang Feng suddenly stretched out two fingers, index finger and middle finger, which were different from the vast majority of Jianghu guests who were good at blades. Jiang Feng's fingers had neither thick joints nor rough calluses, and his fingers were slender and straight, white and immature, and if they were used to play the piano, they would look better than holding a sword.

But these two fingers, which seemed to be weak, suddenly pointed out like lightning, like a sharp sword, breaking through Bai Zizi's sword, and then seemed to be a random point on Bai Zizi's sword body.

At this time, Bai Zizi only felt an indescribable force, and with Jiang Feng's fingers, a wave of waves came from above the sword body.

Although this force is not large, it is like an earthquake at this time, chaotic, disorderly, and at the same time, it has a strange vibration resonance with the long sword.

"Buzz ......"

The sound of the sword's vibration grew stronger, longer, and higher. As the force of the shock in the hilt of the sword became more and more powerful, Bai Zizai finally held it unsteadily and let go.

At this time, Jiang Feng just stretched out his hand, but saw that the long sword seemed to have eyes, and it fell steadily into Jiang Feng's hand.

"With the Snow Mountain School's Yang Melting and Snow Transformation Skill, it is indeed not easy to reach the realm of running through Ren Du and walking Zhou Tian. ”

Speaking of this, Jiang Feng suddenly changed his words, and then said: "It's just that this sword kung fu, Mr. Weide doesn't seem to be able to practice at home!"

After saying that, Jiang Feng suddenly shook his right hand, and he had already shaken out the long sword like a short whip.

The long sword of the Snow Mountain Sect was originally forged from the unique cold iron mixed steel in the northern part of Cailing Prefecture, which not only could withstand the severe cold, but was also extremely strong. However, under Jiang Feng's tremble, he can force this sword to be as straight as a soft sword by relying on his own internal force, and this cultivation has not been able to be done by the masters of the Snow Mountain Sect in the past dynasties.

This Wudang faction's finger-winding soft sword was used by Jiang Feng, and he really had three flavors in it, and with a slight shake, he had already given the other six people a dismount. However, immediately after, with a flick of Jiang Feng's long sword, a sword qi that was full of feet long, overflowing with green mangs, and like a substance, had already appeared on Jiang Feng's long sword.

That white sword was originally in the eyes of the people of the Snow Mountain Sect, and it was already a first-class kendo kung fu in the world. But as the saying goes, people have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away, and when the white sword qi is compared with the sword qi of Jiang Feng, it is like the pearl of rice grains and the glow of the bright moon.

Bai Zizai's long sword emitted a sword light, and he still needed to use his skills to slowly force it out, while Jiang Feng shook his hand casually, which showed the gap between the two people's internal force control operation.

Moreover, even if he is a person who does not know martial arts, he should be able to see that in addition to the double difference in length of the sword rays issued by the two, the degree of condensation and the power under their jurisdiction cannot be said to be the same at all.

"You ......"

What is the greatest tragedy, it is not that you did not succeed, nor that you were almost successful, but that when you succeeded, you found that your success did not change your destiny.

After Bai Zizi had practiced this sword spirit, he was already ready to use the Xia Ke Island to reward the good and punish the evil. Then he led the Snow Mountain Sect to sweep away the remnants of the Blood Knife Gate and completely unify Lingzhou.

Then, when the time is ripe, the Snow Mountain Sect can find an opportunity to enter the Central Plains and start the first step for him to dominate the martial arts for thousands of generations.

However, his ambition has not been rewarded, although he has not died first, but before he has started the first step, Jiang Feng's confidence has been completely destroyed by Jiang Feng.

The white hair is urging people to grow old, just a stumble, a distraction, Bai Wanjian suddenly only felt that the few black hairs on his father's head turned snow-white.

"No. 1 in the world, No. 1 in swordsmanship, No. 1 in the world?

Ha ha...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......"

Bai Zizi's miserable laughter as if roaring echoed at the foot of the mountain, and if a person stood too high, he would naturally fall too hard.

"Daddy, Daddy, you're all right, Daddy......"

defeated, Bai Zizi was defeated, as the first master of the Snow Mountain Sect, he has trained the top master of the sword spirit. Although he has never fought to the death, Bai Zizi has been completely defeated and has no chance to turn over.

"I sit in the well and watch the sky in vain, arrogant and crazy, and sinful, after I go to Xia Ke Island, the position of the head is selected by the martial arts competition of each vein. After that, you will do your best to magnify my Snow Mountain Sect!"

"Daddy!"

"Boss!"

For Bai Zizi's transformation, although Cheng, Qi, Liao, and Liang are extremely happy in their hearts, they will make a state of grief and retention at this time and tomorrow.

"Everyone, if you don't mind, I just want to go back to the Snow Mountain Sect again, how about taking a look?" (To be continued.) )