Category: The Brave Swordsman in the Snow

Chapter 439: Two Silver Ingots, Buy an Autumn Spring Renowned General and Receive a Resolute Scholar in Return

Xu Fengnian and Huang Chang engaged in a game of cryptic conversation. Aside from Ning Zong, whose age granted him a faint grasp of the hidden meanings, most

Chapter 440: The Devil’s Power Rises One Foot Higher

At the foot of Longwei Slope, a fierce fire consumed the humble inn and the corpses of the armored soldiers, leaving nothing but ashes. Xu Fengnian squatted

Chapter 441: A Crow’s Tongue

Upon hearing Xu Fengnian’s bold words, the woman resembled a fox spirit emerging from an ancient temple deep in the mountains. With delicate grace, she pushe

Chapter 442: The Ugly Brute

First, Yuan Zuozong took the lead, then Wang Xiaoping followed to reinforce. The group from Zhulu Mountain were all seasoned cultivators who had long lost th

Chapter 443: The Western Buddha and the Eastern Demon, The White-Clothed One Pursues the Celestial Deer

The sun was setting.
At the summit of Chu Lu Mountain, there stood a crude earthen prison that had confined someone for nearly forty years. A slight t

Chapter 444: The Struggle of the Two Gu

The child’s babbling nonsense, especially about the absurdity of spirits appearing outside the shrine, naturally stirred no ripples. At first, the Cai Shisha

Chapter 445: The Struggle Between the Nineties

Hu Gonglie was an old man who had seen his share of ups and downs in life. Even with swords and axes at his throat, he wouldn’t flinch easily. Yet, when he l

Chapter 446: The Sword Immortal Arrives One Hundred Years Late

This great river, Qingdu River, runs north to south, its waters roaring and its surface spanning twenty zhang wide. Legend says that ancient Taoist immortals

Chapter 447: Both Unbroken

On Qingdu River, an occasional giant koi leaped majestically from the water and crashed back into the current. About fifty or sixty martial artists, survivor

Chapter 448: Snowfall at Dusk

Liu Songtao raised his arm, gripping his sword, while his other hand’s two fingers lightly brushed along the blade, his gaze resolute.
Cheng Zhongluoy