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The vast expanse of snowy plains was sprinkled with fresh red blood, making it particularly eye-catching. The droplets that splashed out were like plum blossoms blooming; it was the blooming of blood.

The three swords came at the same time from three different directions: one was thrusting straight at his throat, the other was slashing across his abdomen, the last one was slashing at his legs with his sword. Facing the three sides of the attack, his teacher was in a serious state of battle, he jumped, spun twice in the air, raised his arm, and slashed his Snowy Sword in the air in a semicircle, threw his flying sword in the air, and with a flash of his sword, the three assailants fell to the ground.

The sky was silent, and only a few remaining clouds could be seen in the vast expanse of the sky. On the pure white snow, there were a few more drops of blood-red. He was trembling with fear every single day, and had almost lost his life several times. In an instant, his anger flared up, and with a loud shout, his body flew diagonally, his snow sword danced along with his wrist, and rays of sword light flashed. He continuously attacked, and as he did, the clouds flew up, and the sky was covered in snow, and the eagles flew up into the sky, like eagle wings spreading out, and when their master stood still, three more corpses appeared on the snow.

The remaining four assassins were shocked and terrified. They never thought that their prey, who they hunted down, would actually become so strong after hiding in the snow mountain for only three days. Even their master had never reached such a level.

The lamb that was originally in his pocket and was left to be slaughtered had now turned into a fierce tiger.

His Master raised the sword in her hand and said coldly, "Let me ask you one more time, who exactly are you? If you tell me honestly, I will spare your lives."

When the four assassins heard their master say something so tough, they shouted in unison, waved their weapons, and surrounded their master. These four were top tier assassins, and their swordsmanship was fierce and tricky, cunning and unpredictable, and they fought with their master, only to see the shadow of their master swaying in the snow, flashing sword light, their master's move of a flying dragon, killing two opponents at the same time, and the remaining two masters attacking from both front and back. The master nimbly moved his feet, jumped up, or rolled to the side, and avoided the ferocious killing move of his opponent.

There was only one assassin left behind his master, and that assassin was the leader of the nine. Looking at his fallen comrades' bodies, his expression did not change, but he coldly smiled. His Master slowly turned around and stared at the last remaining assassin, "Who are you? Why did you want to kill me? " The master roared.

The assassin sneered and said in a low, hoarse voice, "The person who killed you."

This was the principle of being an assassin. Since they had already accepted the order to kill, they would face the choice of dying at any time. If their opponent did not fall, then they would die.

There was no need for further questions. The sword in his master's hand circulated all his inner strength. He jumped, and with one move, he sent snow flying. The assassin fell onto his back without a sound, and his blood soaked through another patch of white snow.

In a short period of time, Jiang Qisha's master had used the Flying Snow Sword technique to kill nine assassins with superior kung fu skills. He knew that his career as an escort would come to an end. From then on, his master lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, wholeheartedly focusing on practicing the Snow Wind Sword Technique. He was a straightforward person, and did not want to step foot in the martial arts world, so he started to stir up trouble. In his later years, when he saw that the Snow Wind Sword Technique was about to be lost and had to be accepted as a disciple, Jiang Bufan was his only disciple. He had followed his master for many years, but did not know his master's name.

Up to the moment of his death, his Master had not revealed his name, and Jiang Xian only knew that he was called Master. Before he passed away, his teacher handed the flying snow sword to Jiang Bufan, warning him, "This sword is used to eliminate the strong and support the weak, used for martial arts cultivation. Remember not to use it to make your name known, and not to use it to kill."

Remembering the teachings of his teacher, Jiang Feifan withdrew the flying snow sword and did not make any noise. In the eyes of others, he was holding an ordinary long sword.

The Flying Snow Sword easily cut the bronze lock. It seemed to once again flash with an overbearing sword aura. Jiang Bufan hastily sheathed his sword and pushed the door open.

The smoke was still rising from the five censers in the center of the round room, and the green-eyed dwarf was running around the room.

"Green Eyed Dwarf, what are you doing?" Jiang Xian asked with a puzzled expression.

"I'm chasing a rabbit. This rabbit is fat and big. If I catch it and roast it, it will definitely be soft and delicious." The green-eyed dwarf gasped.

Jiang Bufan looked in front of the green-eyed dwarf. There was nothing in front of him, not even a shadow. He knew that the Green Eyed Dwarf must have been infected by the Evil Qi, so he scanned his surroundings and felt that the evil energy in the house was even more dense. The rabbit with deep blue eyes could very likely be condensed from Baleful Yin Force, and the Green Eyed Dwarf was bewitched by the evil energy as it chased after the illusionary shadow.

Jiang Bufan flew over and tapped on the Green Eyed Dwarf's acupoints. He dragged the Green Eyed Dwarf along with him and wanted to leave, but when he turned around, the door to the round room had already disappeared. In front of him was a wall, and the round room had become a gapless house.

Jiang Feifan cursed inside. He was sure that this could be an illusion, but if he couldn't see the door, he would be unable to leave. If he locked himself in a house without a door, he would be trapped to death.

Sweeping his eyes over the surroundings, Jiang Bufan slowly put down the Green Eyed Dwarf. He took out the Flying Snow Sword and the sword light on it flashed, the sword body exuding an overbearing sword aura, the Flying Snow Sword was a poisonous and evil repelling sword, its powerful sword aura allowed the Yin energy to manifest itself, and the great Sword Qi would disperse the evil aura.

When Jiang Xian swept his eyes around the room, he could already see the strangeness of the five censers. Jumping over, raising his sword, knocking the five censers over at the same time, the ashes in the censer floated in the air like countless flying bugs, Jiang Bufan retreated a few steps back, avoiding the censer and the rising gray fog, when the dust settled, the fog would dissipate, and when he looked again, there were several black shadows in the room, flying back in the air, pouncing towards the river, raising the flying snow sword, slashing down, that shadow instantly scattered into grey shadows, one black shadow after another, sweeping over the river.