2966: C2966 Hundred Blades and Dances

C2966 Hundred Blades and Dances

1In the midst of a vast snowstorm, the silhouettes of a few lonely peaks were faintly discernible. The sky in the distance was dark, and the scenery a few zhang away could not be seen.

This place seemed to be an extremely cold area in the northern part of the continent. There were not many people here, not even half a shadow could be found.

However, it was in this cold and terrifying danger zone that a young man in a black cloak slowly walked over with steady steps.

Behind him was a case that was as black as ink. No one knew that this weird looking case contained Cold Knife s of great fame from all over the continent.

The purpose of the youth cultivating arduously up till now was to collect the last saber in the Arctic Lands. After that, he could leave this place.

Wiping away the frost that covered his eyes, the young man slowly took off his hood, revealing a cold face that was carved with knives and axes. His eyes were calm and serene, with a hidden profoundness, and his temperament was like an owl in the night, aloof and indifferent.

He spread out the simple and crude map on his palm. On the map, there were detailed markings of the World of the Nine Continents. He used his hand to gently caress the area where the Holy Spirit Region was located.

Right at this moment, the snowy mountain suddenly exploded, followed by a terrifying avalanche.

In the midst of the falling snow, he saw a saber emitting a cold blue light. This blade seemed to have been sealed by a snowy peak, and now it appeared.

The sound of footsteps rang out one by one, and suddenly, several hundred powerhouses wearing fur cloaks appeared in the fog, gradually surrounding the youth.

The leading man held the burning torch and looked at him with a face full of Evil Qi. He said in a low voice: "The things in the Desolate Province will forever be left for the citizens of the Desolate Province. Outsiders have no right to plunder them, even if you win a few wars for the Desolate Province. Brave warrior, as long as you allow us to leave the slave's mark on your face, we will bring you up to the Holy Road. "Think about it."

The young man had a knife scar on his face, but this knife scar did not affect his cold temperament in the slightest. Instead, it was a bit mesmerizing.

He calmly shook his head and wiped off the frost on his face before saying, "War is fair. Whoever has the most ability will win. The same goes for the war between us. Whoever has the most ability will live to the end. "

"Also."

The young man then looked at the map in his hands, and said to the people: "I still have something important to do, I can't delay too long, I'll take the Cold Knife on the snow mountain, whoever dares to take it, kill me first."

After he finished speaking, the young man acted as if there was no one around, as he strode towards the snowy mountain peak.

With a flick of the torch, the man sneered and ordered the others, "Kill him."

The underlings walked towards the young man, and after a few steps, their legs suddenly accelerated, and they began to charge.

The black-cloaked young man waved his arm, and a cold light flashed. It immediately pierced the throat of the first warrior, and fresh blood splattered on the white snow.

The black-cloaked young man put his two fingers together and pointed repeatedly. Only the whistling wind could be heard and at the same time, miserable cries could be heard. In an instant, ten more people died.

"Sandor, we can't beat him!" A barbarian woman couldn't help but admire the skills of the youth from the Central Plains, and felt the urge to retreat.

The man's eyes turned cold as he bellowed, "Ah!

The torch in her hand struck the barbarian girl's cheek and sent her head flying.

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

The man gave the order, and the rest of the men didn't dare to retreat. They rushed towards the youth with all their might.

The young man sighed. The knife case behind him suddenly left his back and flew high into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred blades danced wildly!

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