Although the huge iceberg towered into the clouds, the few present were all people with advanced cultivation bases. Even if they did not use their spiritual power to fly, their speeds were extremely fast.

But in just half an hour, everyone has climbed to the top of this snowy mountain.

On the top of the endless mountain, everyone slowly stopped their steps, and then all looked at one position in unison.

There is a very amazing sword intent there, the sword intent is icy cold, even if the distance is far away, it will make the heart chill.

After Fang Tang saw this scene, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he hurriedly moved his steps towards that location.

When everyone saw this, they hurried forward to keep up.

After a while, everyone saw a man with long hair fluttering, sitting cross-legged on a snowy ground.

The man's body was already covered by thick snow, as if he hadn't moved his steps for a long time, but the sword intent in his eyes was indeed very amazing.

"This predecessor must be the famous Icefield Sword Saint, the younger Fang Tang, ask for his enlightenment." Fang Tang bends his body slightly, and then said violently.

"A member of the Great Desolate Sword Sect?" The long-haired man raised his eyelids slightly, he glanced at Fang Tang very casually, and then said indifferently.

"Junior is the sword of the Great Desolate Sword Sect, pay homage to senior!" Fang Tang nodded gently after hearing the words of the Sword Saint of Icefield, and then said with a smile.

Only when the voice fell, Fang Tang continued to radiate a sword intent, splitting the surrounding space slightly.

"You are not my opponent now, let's change your sword master." The look of the Icefield Sword Saint did not change at all, he just said calmly.

"Senior, the junior is about to break through to the realm of the emperor, and need to find someone to sharpen the sword." Fang Tang did not answer the words of the Icefield Swordmaster, but said something meaningful.

"Do you want to ask me about the sword?" The Icefield Sword Saint seemed to have heard some joke, a faint smile was on the corner of his mouth, and then he spoke directly, his eyes were very funny.

"Senior, please give me your advice." Fang Tang nodded heavily, and the long sword around his waist began to tremble slightly, as if he couldn't wait.

"Do you know you asked the fate of the sword failure?" The Icefield Sword Saint finally changed a little. He slowly stood up from the ground, and all the snow on his body was shaking down.

"Junior was born for the sword, and willing to die for the sword!" Fang Tang's eyes were full of surging fighting will, and he spoke to the Icefield Sword Saint, his momentum rushing into the sky.

"I think in the face of the sword master, even if you lose, I won't kill you, but if your sword heart collapses and your cultivation level is lost, then you can't blame me." The corner of the icefield sword saint's mouth has a touch of it. With an extremely indifferent smile, he said aloud very casually.

"Senior, please take out the sword!" Fang Tang slightly arched his hand toward the Icefield Sword Saint, and then said with a solemn expression.

"I don't have the habit of bullying juniors. You should come first." The Icefield Sword Saint slowly shook his head, and then said indifferently. He put one hand behind his back, and the other hand pointed at him. sword.

"That junior, you are welcome, senior, please pick up the sword!" Fang Tang said without hesitation after hearing the words of the Icefield Sword Saint.

After Chen Xi saw this scene, they retreated to both sides one after another, staring closely at the upcoming peak battle.

Sword repairs in the Northern Wilderness are very rare, and this kind of confrontation between peak sword repairs is rare in thousands of years.

Fang Tang took the lead, and saw that he lightly patted the scabbard around his waist, and a bright stream of light burst out of it instantly.

The Cloud Shadow Sword had just appeared, carrying an extremely huge momentum, and the entire sword body was constantly flowing through the air, disrupting the surrounding space.

"The sword is good, but you have a good sword, but you don't have the strength to match it." The Icefield Sword Saint shook his head slowly, and then swiped his right hand directly at the void.

An extremely bright icy blue sword light instantly soared into the sky, and directly fought against the cloud shadow sword that kept flying in the air.

The blade of Yunyingjian trembled slightly, and the light on the entire sword was dimmed a lot, as if it had suffered a terrifying blow.

"This guy didn't use his own spiritual power. He could contend with my Cloud Shadow Sword only with his own sword intent, and even gained the upper hand. How could this be possible?" Fang Tang squinted slightly after seeing this scene. He closed his eyes, and then said to himself in his heart, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"It's a pity that you, the body of the Heavenly Sword, your attainments in kendo are so bad that you are not worthy of holding the sword at all." The Icefield Sword Saint shook his head slowly, and then snorted directly, his tone full It is contempt and disdain.

In the next second, the figure of the Icefield Sword Saint instantly appeared in front of Fang Tang, and he pointed directly on Fang Tang's chest.

An icy sword light passed through Fang Tang's body instantly, forming a huge cavity directly on his chest, and even the blood and meridians were frozen by the sword light.

Fang Tang slowly lowered his head, he glanced at his chest, his entire face was full of disbelief.

"Is he defeated? He hasn't even returned the sword, so he defeated himself so easily?" Fang Tang kept talking to himself in his heart, his right fist clenched tightly. The green veins above are confined in a ball.

"With your current swordsmanship, you also want to break through the emperor? You should practice for thousands of years, and then ask me about the sword." The Icefield Sword slowly retracted his right hand, his hands behind his back, and his face was calm. Said a sentence, as if only doing a very irrelevant thing.

"Cough cough..." Fang Tang's chest rose and fell violently, and a trace of blood was coughed out of his body. His face was very pale, and he felt that all his spiritual power was completely sealed by the sword light just now. Living.

"Senior Liu's swordsmanship is really amazing, far beyond what the younger generation can match. But since they are here, the younger generation will never retreat so easily!" Fang Tang took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then Speaking solemnly at the Icefield Sword Saint.

"Do you still want to stand up to you?" The Icefield Sword Saint gave Fang Tang a surprised look, with a cruel and playful smile on his mouth.

Crab arms stop the car, do nothing.

Fang Tang's fists were clenched tightly, and an astonishing aura continuously radiated from his body, and there was also a light on the center of his eyebrows, which was slowly condensing.

An earth-shaking sword intent radiated from Fang Tang's eyebrows, sending all nearby ice and snow into the air.