The final battle of kun Lun (1)

Qin Feng heard these people's clamoring and sneered,"I thought they were from some righteous sect, but they're actually a bunch of despicable people who don't distinguish right from wrong."

"How dare you insult our kunlun sect? You're looking for death." Little wind didn't say a word. He strode over with a cyan-steel sword in his hand.

The sword's shadow was like a sky full of snowflakes, flickering in front of Qin Feng's eyes. He had to admit that the sword technique of the kunlun sect was still first-class. Even an expert like Qin Feng admired such good martial arts very much.

However, if a good sword technique fell into the hands of an ordinary martial artist, it would be a waste of God's gift. Although Xiao Feng was an elder of the kunlun sect, he had practiced this superior sword technique to the point of Qi deviation.