I Have Countless Swords

"Binglei Mountain, I really haven't been here for a long time."

The man in black raised his neck and muttered to himself, letting the snowflakes fall on his face.

Twenty-two years ago, he followed his master to Binglei Mountain, but he was eaten by a monster. He hid in a cave with his sword and survived.

In the following ten years, he taught himself swordsmanship and finally succeeded.

After exiting the cave, he beheaded all the monsters in Binglei Mountain, and then left.

Twelve years have passed, and he has made a name for himself in the Southern Han Dynasty.

Frost Swordsman Cheng Ye Fei!

The blade is unsheathed, and frost appears everywhere!

"I want Bingleizi this time."

Cheng Yefei dropped these words and stepped up the mountain.

An hour later.

More than 300 monks gathered on the halfway of Binglei Mountain. Lu Li and other Fengxuanmen disciples stood together, Cheng Yefei was alone in a corner, and the other disciples did not communicate with each other, and the atmosphere was a little dignified.

They raised their heads and seemed to be looking at something.

A female disciple of Fengxuanmen asked Lu Li in a low voice, "Senior Brother Lu Li, will Bingleizi really appear? If the timing is wrong, won't we keep waiting?"

It was her first time to go out on a mission and she was very nervous.

Not only him, but the other disciples are also going out for the first time. Lu Li's task is to protect them.

Lu Li smiled slightly and said, "Patience is the biggest support for your independence in the future. Whether it's doing tasks or fighting, you must be patient."

"But these people don't seem to be easy to mess with. Some of them are obviously not young disciples of various sects."

A male disciple of Fengxuanmen said cautiously, his voice was very low, for fear of being heard by others.

When Lu Li heard this, he immediately burst into laughter, causing all the monks around him to look at him, including Cheng Yefei.

He just heard Lu Liyun smiling lightly: "With me here, no one can beat our Fengxuanmen."

How crazy!

The faces of the monks instantly turned cold.

The disciples of Fengxuanmen were convinced by Lu Li's arrogance, he was worthy of being a senior, arrogant!

"Humph."

Cheng Yefei snorted coldly, with disdain in his eyes.

At this moment, a small figure slowly climbed up the mountainside.

It was Zhou Xuanji.

Ah Da was kept outside the ice and snow area by him. The reason why he came here was because he felt an aura that was extremely attractive to him.

According to Sword Spirit, it should be an energy substance that can enhance his golden body art.

This is the power of the Golden Body Art, it can sense some special energy from heaven and earth.

Zhou Xuanji hid behind an ice rock and looked over, a little surprised.

"Why are there so many monks? Are they all here for exotic treasures?"

He noticed that half of these cultivators were in the Qi-nourishing realm, but at least they were at the seventh level of the Qi-nourishing realm.

Now he has four divine swords, two sword intents, and a strong body, he is confident to give it a shot.

Huh!

A flying knife stabbed the ice stone in front of Zhou Xuanji, causing the entire ice stone to tremble slightly.

"Who? The one who hides his head and shows his tail, get out!"

A blue-shirted youth shouted in a deep voice, causing everyone to turn around and look.

Zhou Xuanji snorted coldly, then slowly got up, raised his hands, and walked around the ice stone.

With a look of fear on his face, he trembled: "Don't kill me, I'm only six years old...I don't want to die..."

At the age of six, he looked harmless to humans and animals. In addition to the ice and snow, his face was flushed red from the cold, and some of the female disciples felt their hearts melt.

"What a lovely child!"

"This child is so delicate, why is he here?"

"Maybe he got lost with his parents, wow, I really want to pinch his face."

"Be careful, maybe it's a monster?"

The young monks were talking a lot, and the leaders of each faction watched Zhou Xuanji vigilantly.

This is Luoxian Mountain.

How far is it from the human villages and towns, ordinary six-year-olds can't get here at all.

However, they didn't feel the demonic energy on Zhou Xuanji, and they didn't think it was a demon.

The blue-shirted youth who was wielding a knife continued to ask, "Little baby, where are your parents?"

Zhou Xuanji swallowed his saliva, tears bursting down the bank instantly, he raised his right hand tremblingly, pointed at a group of corpse birds entrenched on the top of Binglei Mountain, and cried, "They were eaten by them..."

Seeing Zhou Xuanji bursting into tears, many cultivators dispelled their concerns.

Their highest level of cultivation is also in the base building. They have not cultivated spiritual sense and cannot see through Zhou Xuanji's cultivation. In addition to the ice and snow, they are far apart, so they cannot feel Zhou Xuanji's spiritual power.

"Little doll, come here, I'll take you back to the door."

Lu Li waved his hand and smiled gently. That smile made people feel like a spring breeze. In the hearts of female disciples of Fengxuanmen, his image was even taller.

Zhou Xuanji was about to speak when suddenly a thunderous sound came from the top of the mountain. Compared with the previous thunderous sound, it was extremely loud, like an explosion, deafening.

Everyone looked up and saw a strong blue light on the top of the Ice Thunder Mountain, surrounded by countless thunder and lightning.

There is a distance of more than 300 zhang from the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain, which is equivalent to more than 1,000 meters.

Cheng Yefei moved first, like a sensitive rabbit, stepping on the snow up the mountain.

"Bingleizi has appeared! Come up the mountain!"

A cultivator shouted loudly, and the other cultivators stepped up and sprinted away.

Lu Li and a group of male disciples from Fengxuanmen also rushed up the mountain, leaving several female disciples waiting in place.

Zhou Xuanji trotted over. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Ice thunder child?

Sounds great.

At this moment, a petite and lovely female disciple stopped him, bent down and squatted in front of him, hugged him into her arms, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, little brother, sister protects you, is it cold?"

Zhou Xuanji's face was covered in softness, almost suffocating, he quickly broke free.

The other female disciples also came over and surrounded Zhou Xuanji.

Zhou Xuanji immediately jumped up, the Cold Wave Sword appeared out of thin air at his feet, and he rushed up with the sword.

All the female disciples raised their necks, dumbfounded, and all of them were speechless.

"Hmph, do you want to take advantage of me?"

Zhou Xuanji rubbed his face, still feeling a touch of warmth.

Immediately afterwards, he started to speed up and swept towards the top of the mountain.

The cold wave sword flew him over the head of a famous cultivator. The cultivators looked up and almost died of fright on the spot.

"That kid! He can fly!"

"how is this possible!"

"Hey—you demon boy!"

"Where did he get the sword?"

"On such a cold day, you can still fly with your sword and keep your body steady?"

The cultivators exclaimed again and again, the flying snow on the Ice Thunder Mountain is really too big, and it is easy to fall off by flying instruments. After all, their cultivation is not high.

Cheng Yefei rushed in front, followed by Lu Li.

Both of them heard the exclamations behind them, and they turned to look subconsciously.

He happened to see a six-year-old boy bent over and stood on a silver sword, breaking through the air and coming at a very fast speed.

Now Zhou Xuanji is completely familiar with the four divine swords.

The attribute of the Cold Wave Sword is cold air. The stronger the wind and snow, the stronger the Cold Wave Sword!

"Monster?"

Cheng Yefei's eyelids jumped, and two words popped up in his mind.