Category: The Brave Swordsman in the Snow

Xu Fengnian held a cup in one hand and covered it with the other. A mark on his forehead shifted from red to purple. The others drinking with him assumed thi

The heavy snowfall in Jiangnan finally began to ease, and two carriages slowly rolled along the post road. Along the way, many locust and willow trees had su

The barefoot woman who called herself the charcoal-selling girl rode into the city on an ox cart. After helping the old man and his grandson sell all their c

Han Diaosi rolled up his sleeves in front of a crowd. Thin red threads floated like tiny red snakes, swarming like mayflies, densely packed and awe-inspiring

The battle was chaotic and without any order.
Lu Song, King of Qilin, bore the mark of the Beiliang Army, light or heavy, on his body, as was the case

When Xu Fengnian controlled twelve swords mid-air, charging alone with his saber in hand, Han Diaosi did not focus much on this young man. Borrowing the powe

Han Diaosi, like a demon under the blazing sun, approached a swordsman from behind. With a single finger, he carved a line down the swordsman’s back, then pl

The southern Jiangnan mountains wind like coiled serpents, and the Longwei Slope in Huainan is no exception. Three hundred miles from the heavily fortified T

If a common noble with his servants were to travel, and the master were disgraced, the attendants would surely leap from assistants to accomplices, teaching

The Iron Hut sharpshooters were quick to kill with arrows, yet before Xu Fengnian and Yuan Zuozong could act, a tall figure rushed forward, standing between