In the vast wind and snow, several lonely giant peaks appeared in the outlines. The sky was dark in the distance, and the scenery several feet away could not be seen.

This seems to be a very cold place in the northern part of the mainland, with few people and no one can find it.

However, it was such a cold and terrifying Jedi, a young man wearing a black cloak and steady steps slowly walked over.

Behind him was a black box, and no one knew that this strange-shaped box contained the famous cold swords from all over the mainland.

The young man has been practicing hard until now, in order to complete the collection of the last long sword in the extremely cold land, and then he can leave here.

After wiping the frost covered in his eyes, the young man slowly took off his hood, revealing a cold face of a knife and axe. His eyes were unwavering, and his eyes were deep, and his whole temperament was like a night owl, arrogant and indifferent.

A simple map in his palm was spreading, with detailed signs of the Jiuzhou Continent distributed on the map. He gently stroked the location of the Holy Spirit State with his hands, which contained four powerful and powerful words like the Demon Slaying Conference.

At this moment, the snow peak suddenly exploded, and then a terrifying avalanche broke out.

In the snow, he saw a knife with a stern blue light. The knife seemed to be sealed by the snow peak and was born at this time.

The footsteps sounded one after another, and hundreds of strong men wearing fluffy cloaks suddenly appeared in the heavy fog, gradually surrounding the young man.

The man in the lead held a burning torch and looked at him with a resentful look on his face, and said in a low voice: "The things in Huangzhou will always be left to the people of Huangzhou. Outsiders have no right to plunder. Even if you have won several wars for Huangzhou. Warriors, as long as you are willing to let us leave a slave mark on your face, we will take you to the Holy Road together. Think about it."

The young man had a scar on his face, but this scar did not affect his cold temperament at all, but was a little charming.

He shook his head calmly, wiped the frost stained on his face, and said, "War is fair. Whoever has great abilities will win. The same is true for the war between us. Whoever has great abilities will live to the end."

"and."

The young man looked at the map in his hand again and said to these people: "I have something important to do. I can't delay it for too long. I want the extremely cold knife on the snow peak. Whoever you have the courage to take it away will kill me first."

After saying that, the young man seemed to be in this place, and took his steps towards the snow peak.

The torch shook, and the man sneered and ordered the others: "Kill him for me."

The subordinates walked towards the young man. At first, they took a few steps, and their legs suddenly accelerated and began to rush over.

The young man with black cloak waved his arm and a cold light flashed out, immediately wiping the throat of the first warrior, and blood spilled on the white snow.

The young man with black cloaked fingers together and tapped them again and again. He heard a scream and groaning sound in the howling cold wind. In an instant, ten more people died.

"Sanduo, we can't beat him!" A barbarian girl had to admire the skills of a young man from the Central Plains and wanted to retreat.

The man's eyes turned cold and he roared angrily: "Ah!"

The torch in his hand hit the barbarian's cheek and knocked her head away.

"No one can retreat, I want his life!"

The man ordered that the others would not dare to evacuate and rushed towards the young man desperately.

The young man sighed, and the knife box behind him suddenly left his back and flew into the sky.
Chapter completed!