In the boundless snow, a streak of blood suddenly drifted onto the ground. Immediately after, a figure descended from mid-air and rolled more than ten laps in the snow.

When the rolling figure stabilized, a cold and heartless voice sounded, “Too weak!”

Whoosh … whoosh …

Jiang Feng was lying in the snow, panting heavily. He couldn’t remember how many times he had challenged the Snow Ground Sword Master.

The Snow Sword Master was a part of the Limitless Sword Dao. If Jiang Feng could kill him with his sword technique, it would be equivalent to Jiang Feng refining this part of the Limitless Sword Dao.

In Jiang Feng’s heart, he knew very well that this snow field was an illusion. The “Snow Ground Sword Master” in front of him, whose figure was almost identical to Bai Qi’s, was merely an illusion created by the Limitless Sword Dao.

Every time Jiang Feng was seriously injured by the Snow Ground Sword Master, the Snow Ground Sword Master would immediately stop. At this moment, Jiang Feng only needed to readjust his state of mind to keep the spirit altar clear and clear before he could recover from all his injuries.

However, Jiang Feng still had no choice but to cautiously deal with every battle. There were many reasons, the most important of which were three.

Firstly, every time he was seriously injured, the pain he felt was stronger than his real injuries.

The second reason was that every battle was an opportunity for Jiang Feng to learn. Jiang Feng was unable to use spiritual energy in this snow-covered illusion. He could only earnestly observe and comprehend the sword techniques used by the Snow Ground Sword Master, and then try to defeat him with his sword. Only in this way could Jiang Feng truly refine this part of the Limitless Sword Dao.

Third, Jiang Feng knew that he could be seriously injured, but he definitely couldn’t die. Once he was killed by the Snow Ground Sword Master in this snowy illusion, it would not be him who refined the Limitless Sword Dao, but the Limitless Sword Dao that controlled him.

“The 357th time. This time, I have persisted in 107 moves, five more than before.”

Jiang Feng muttered to himself about his challenge record. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened and he slapped hard on the snow.

Jiang Feng waved his right hand and the snowflakes flew up, forming a long sword that floated in front of Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng glared at the Snow Ground Sword Master and shouted, “Again!”

Within the snow illusion, Jiang Feng continued to challenge the Snow Ground Sword Master tirelessly. In the real world, the sedan chair that Jiang Feng and the others were riding in was also sprinting towards the southern border under the full force of Slave Thirteen Wind.

Wen Que Dong, who had been meditating and waking up earlier, had been looking at the situation outside the sedan chair. Suddenly, he patted Jiang Feng’s shoulder and shouted, “Big brother Jiang Feng, wake up!”

Jiang Feng didn’t react at first, but suddenly he took a deep breath and woke up. Jiang Feng said at an extremely fast speed, “The 473 th challenge failed. This time, I persisted in 175 moves, 13 more than last time.”

After saying this, Jiang Feng quickly closed his eyes and recalled the fight in the snow illusion. Soon, Jiang Feng opened his eyes again.

He spread out his fingers in front of him, and the air in the carriage quickly became fierce. At the same time, the temperature in the carriage began to decrease.

A snowflake appeared in the center of Jiang Feng’s palm. If one looked carefully, one could clearly see that Jiang Feng’s snowflake was formed from tiny sword beams.

Seeing this snowflake, Jiang Feng revealed a faint smile. Although he had not been able to defeat the Snowfield Sword Master in refining that part of the Limitless Sword Dao. However, after these 400 battles, Jiang Feng had already begun to comprehend his own sword dao. This was far more significant to Jiang Feng than refining the Limitless Sword Dao.

Jiang Feng squeezed his right hand, and the snowflakes formed from the sword light immediately dissipated. He looked at Wen Que Dong and asked, “What’s wrong, Xiao Dong?”

Wen Que Dong took out a map from his Hundred Treasures Pouch and unfolded it. He pointed at the map and said to Jiang Feng, “Big Brother Jiang, look, we are on this road now. Three thousand miles ahead is the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds.”

“This Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds is the place that leads to the southern border pass. If Tuoba Feng really sends my sister and the Mu Family to the barbarians in the southern border, then they will definitely pass through the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds!”

Jiang Feng nodded after hearing Que Dong’s words, “How about this, let’s change our appearance and enter the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds as quickly as possible.” If Tuoba Feng’s people are slower than us, then we will strive to save Shi Yin in the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds. “If Tuoba Feng’s men are faster than us, we are sure that he will pass through the Southern Barbarian Domain immediately after sending someone over.”

“Yes. Everything is up to you, Big Brother Jiang.” Wen Que Dong nodded.

Jiang Feng patted Wen Que Dong’s shoulder and immediately sent out a thought to order the Thirteen Wind Slaves to stop. Thirteen Wind Slaves immediately stopped. Jiang Feng took out a few Transformation Pills from the Taiyi Pill Cauldron and gave them to Jiang Tianliu, Wen Quedong, and Lu Chuxue.

Jiang Feng then put the Sword Saint Corpse Ba into the Taiyi Pill Cauldron and got off the sedan chair.

After getting off the sedan chair, Jiang Feng put the sedan chair back into the Taiyi Pill Cauldron. He pointed in the direction of the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds and ordered, “Target the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds, move forward at full speed!”

Feng Da directly carried Lu Chuxue on his back. He saw Feng Da’s figure flash and he had already slipped several hundred meters away. Jiang Feng, who was naturally not willing to let go of the Thirteen Wind Slaves, quickly formed a seal with both of his hands and immediately used the Great Shift Technique.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Feng arrived in front of the Thirteen Wind Slaves. Then, Jiang Feng activated the power of the Fire Harnessing Divine Talisman, and his body turned into a ball of fire as he flew forward.

He didn’t know if Jiang Feng’s competitive actions had aroused everyone’s desire to win. Jiang Tianliu took a big step forward and chased after him. Wen Que Dong also used the “River Crossing Reed” that Jiang Feng had given him.

On the road leading to the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty’s southern border pass, there were two towering mountains. The two mountains stood opposite each other, and the locals called them the “two sacred mountains”.

In the middle of the “Two Sacred Mountains”, there was a large river called the “Spiritual Rhyme River”. At the bottom of the river, there were nine “Spiritual Veins” that released the spiritual energy of heaven and earth all year round. As a result, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around the Spiritual Rhyme River was dense, and it was a good place for cultivators to cultivate.

Many years ago, there were cultivators who discovered the Lingyun River and settled here. More and more cultivators came to settle here and started to build water strongholds along the Lingyun River.

In the early years, there were many water strongholds, and the environment of the Lingyun River was also messy. Afterwards, the eighteen top experts who had settled down in the Lingyun River joined forces to annihilate many mobs around the Lingyun River, and the reputation of the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds of the Lingyun River became loud and clear.

When Jiang Feng and the others arrived at the entrance of the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds, Wen Que Dong had been telling Jiang Feng the history of the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds in a low voice

When he saw the sign at the entrance of the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds, Jiang Feng stopped and asked Wen Que Dong, “Little Dong, are there any rules for entering the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds?”

“You are not allowed to fly within the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds. You are not allowed to burn, rob, or bully old, weak, women, and children inside. There are no other rules.”

Jiang Feng nodded and headed straight for the entrance of the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds.

The Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds sounded like a hideout for bandits from the Green Forest Mountain, but in reality, this place was no different from an ordinary prefecture city.

The first thing Jiang Feng and the others saw when they entered the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds was a wide street. The long street winded down. There were vendors doing business, restaurants, tea houses, inns, pawnshops, and other places along the street.

Jiang Feng and the others hadn’t even taken a few steps on the street when they heard someone shouting, “Youshi Berserk Saber against the Barbarian King. Whether or not Berserk Saber’s ninth consecutive victory will be announced at Youshi. Berserk Saber is one to two, Barbarian King is one to seven. If you want to bet, hurry up and invite the Holy Martial Stronghold!”

The shouts changed from far away. Not long after, Jiang Feng saw a few young men shouting in the street while distributing leaflets.

Not long after, they arrived in front of Jiang Feng and the others, and a leaflet was stuffed into Jiang Feng’s hand.

Jiang Feng opened the leaflet and looked at it. The title on the top of the leaflet read: “Wild Man Gambling Bureau.” Incidentally, the Wild Race’s Royal Bloodline Wild Blade had experienced nine life and death battles without a single defeat. The Barbarian King’s Bloodline Barbarian King had come to the Paladin Martial Gambling Hall earlier today.

Was it Wild Saber who continued to win ten consecutive victories, or was it the Barbarian King who chopped off Wild Saber’s head in one fell swoop? All suspense was revealed in the paladin gambling arena of Youshi.

Jiang Feng pinched the leaflet and thought for a moment. He turned to Wen Que Dong and asked, “Little Dong, do you think we should start with the local local snakes if we want to find Tuoba Feng’s subordinates?”

Ever since he entered the Nine Dragons Eighteen Strongholds, Wen Que Dong, who had been thinking about how to find Tuoba Feng’s subordinates, his eyes lit up when he heard Jiang Feng’s plan. Wen Que Dong nodded his head repeatedly and said, “Right, right, right, Big Brother Jiang, your plan is not bad.”

Jiang Feng smiled and directly stuffed the leaflet into Wen Quedong’s hand. “Since that’s the case, you should first study whether we should buy Wild Saber or Barbarian King to win.”

Wen Que Dong took Jiang Feng’s leaflet and began to seriously study it. Lu Chuxue, who had not spoken much, suddenly held the leaflet in his hand and asked Wen Que Dong, “By the way, Little Dong, what’s going on with the Berserkers and Barbarians?”

“In the Southern Barbarian Region, the barbarians and the Berserkers had always been enemies. Originally, the two races were equally strong, and no one could suppress each other for hundreds of years.

But thirty years ago, the barbarians suddenly received outside help and heavily injured the Berserkers in a great war.

After that, the Berserkers quickly withered. Some of them scattered in dangerous places in the Southern Barbaric Region, while others secretly accumulated strength to restore the former glory of the Berserkers. Other Berserkers, like this Berserker Blade, were captured and sold by slave owners for life-and-death battles. ”

After hearing Que Dong’s words, Lu Chuxue nodded. He held his hands in front of his chest and thought about something thoughtfully. Suddenly, Lu Chuxue walked over to Wen Que Dong’s shoulder and smiled. “Little Dong, tell me more about this Berserk Race. I’m actually quite interested in it.”

Jiang Feng saw a trace of doubt flash through Lu Chuxue’s eyes. With Jiang Feng’s understanding of Lu Chuxue, Lu Chuxue definitely didn’t have any good thoughts in his heart right now.