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Chen Chuanfeng stepped forward to ask Su Xin for guidance on Sword Tao, which none of those from Big Snow Mountain present objected to, tacitly consenting.
After all, just now, Sikong Ming was defeated in a single move, which was quite a loss for Big Snow Mountain.
They could accept defeat, but they could not accept such a humiliating record.
Su Xin drew out his Flying Blood Sword and said, "Very well, Brother Chen, please make your move."
Chen Chuanfeng's expression did not change as he unsheathed a longsword behind him that resembled the clear autumn waters, immediately bursting forth with a dazzling brilliance.
"The sword is named Cold Dance, crafted from External Heaven Cold Iron in the snowy mountain waterfalls, forged by fire and water for seventeen years. This sword contains my entire life's understanding of the Sword Tao. Lord Su, you must be careful!"
