Seeing Sword Saint and Zhang Daoxuan coming, Yue Zhenshan sneered.
He moved his arm and his sword shook.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a wave of cold energy came from the sword and rushed towards Agy's palms.
Agy's expression changed when he felt the cold energy rushing towards his palms.
He abruptly separated his palms, allowing the cold Yin Qi to pass through.
The moment Agy separated his palms, Yue Zhenshan sneered, "Your reaction is not bad …"
"Now that the main character is here, I'll deal with you later!"
With that, he exerted force on his feet and his body left afterimages.
Like a ghost, he appeared in front of Sword Saint and said, "Mu Yingbai, you're finally willing to show yourself?"
"Otherwise, I thought you'd be hiding and not dare to show your face!"
Yue Zhenshan's expression was as cold as ice.
He didn't call Sword Saint by his title. Instead, he called him by his name.
There was a hint of arrogance in his tone.
"I'm just bringing Jianming and Qingshang to move around …"
Sword Saint said, "Why don't you dare to show your face?"
The Sword Saint's tone was flat, without the slightest fluctuation.
Humph!
Yue Zhenshan snorted. He looked at Sword Saint and said, "Your disciple Si Jianming colluded with the Demonic Sect's demoness and stole Tianji Elder's sixty years worth of cultivation. This is a crime that cannot be punished …"
"In order to cover up your disciple's crime, you killed my Snow Mountain Sect's White-headed Albatross at Mingjing Lake!"
"Your methods are cruel and infuriating!"
"Do you admit to this or not?"
As he spoke, he pointed his sword at Sword Saint.
At first glance, it was overbearing and very impolite.
"The Changsen Sect invited all the heroes in the world. Anyone who can solve the Changsen Chess Game will be able to obtain Tianji Elder's sixty years worth of cultivation …"
Sword Saint looked at Yue Zhenshan calmly and said, "Who doesn't know? Who doesn't know?"
"Qingshang is smart enough to solve the game. How can you say she stole his cultivation?"
"On the other hand, all of you coveted Tianji Laoren's sixty years worth of cultivation and the Longevity Gate's cultivation method. You wanted to force Qingshang to disperse her own cultivation …"
"My disciple, Jian Ming, did not step out to help. What's wrong with that?"
The Sword Saint's words were neither fast nor slow, but they were firm and powerful.
As he spoke, his gaze swept across the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect present.
His gaze was so bright that no one dared to look directly at him.
The disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect lowered their heads in shame.
Humph!
Seeing this, Sword Saint sneered, "Greedy and insatiable, forcing others to disperse their cultivation, and now you're playing the blame game …"
"Is this the behavior of the Snow Mountain Sect, the so-called righteous path of martial arts?"
As he spoke, Sword Saint's clothes trembled, and an inexplicable pressure surged forth.
At first glance, there was a hint of questioning in it.
"Mu YingBai, I don't want to waste my breath on you …"
Looking at Sword Saint, Yue Zhenshan said, "Today, if you hand over Si Jian Ming and Shen Qingshang, I will still treat you as a righteous person!"
"Otherwise, I'll consider you a traitor to the Demonic Sect. I'll kill you on the spot to restore the spirit of the martial arts world!"
Hahahaha!
Hearing this, Sword Saint let out a maniacal laugh.
He stroked his long beard and said, "Before the Demonic Sect defeated tens of thousands of troops, its name shook the world.
The Divine Sword's howl startled the demonic rain, its pride reflected in the blue sky! "
"I, Mu YingBai, do not need a child like you to tell me what to do in my life!"
Buzz!
As soon as he said this, Sword Saint's white robe trembled.
A visible ripple of True Qi spread out.
Wherever the ripples passed, dust and dirt would fly up, and strong winds would blow.
For a moment, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect were dizzy from the True Qi. They felt as if their bodies were being cut by knives, and it was indescribably uncomfortable.
"Good, good, good!"
Seeing this, Yue Zhenshan frowned and said, "If that's the case, then there's no need to say anything more!"
As he spoke, he placed the long sword in front of him.
It was as if he was touching the sword lightly.
Buzz!
Wherever his finger passed, a cold fluorescent light blossomed from the sword.
At the same time, he said, "Back then, my master lost to you in a sword competition and lost the title of Sword Saint …"
"Now that I've reached the Martial Saint Realm, I'll use his beloved Ice Soul Sword to reclaim the title of Sword Saint!"
As soon as he said this, he waved the Ice Soul Sword in his hand and a gust of cold wind swept out.
"Old money grubber, don't just stand there!"
Seeing this, Bai Luhan and Agy dragged Wang Ye to the door of the inn. "The Sect Leader of the Snow Mountain Sect challenges Senior Sword Saint …"
"There's also the secret of the previous Sect Leader of the Snow Mountain Sect …"
"This is a great show. You can't miss it!"
Bai Luhan and A 'Ji seemed to be quite excited as they spoke.
"Great show my ass!"
Hearing this, Wang Ye said with a sad face, "I haven't been here for the past few days and two of the doors were broken …"
"Now that two Martial Saints are fighting in front of the inn, if they fight, won't my inn be torn down?"
"Besides, it's fine if Sword Saint wins, but if he loses, won't we be finished together?"
At this point, Wang Ye leaned back and was about to speak.
At this moment, Li Qinglian, who was behind him, cried out, "Why is my life so bitter?"
？？？
Hearing this, Wang Ye couldn't help but be stunned.
What the hell …
Li Qinglian, this dog, stole my words?
Thinking of this, Wang Ye turned his head to look.
He saw Li Qinglian sitting on the ground and saying, "After I, Li Taibai, am handsome and suave, more beautiful than Pan An …"
"I'm going to die here before I can enjoy the admiration and worship of young women …"
"The heavens are jealous of geniuses, the heavens are blind!"
Li Qinglian dragged his voice, his voice sounded even more miserable than Wang Ye's crying.
Not only that, but he also picked up a jug of wine as he cried.
Then, he poured it into his mouth.
"Damn you!"
Seeing this, Wang Ye took off his shoe and threw it at Li Qinglian, "You're crying on the ground, but you still want to steal wine to drink?!"
"Aiya, shopkeeper, what time is it now?"
At this moment, Li Qinglian looked at Wang Ye and said, "When a Martial Saint uses his full strength, it will definitely split the mountains and split the seas, destroying everything in its path …"
"We're like ants, there's no way we can fight back …"
"We're about to die, why don't we get drunk first? That way, it'll be less painful!"
While speaking, Li Qinglian took another sip of wine.
"Less painful my ass!"
Hearing this, Wang Ye took off his other shoe and threw it at Li Qinglian, "I suspect that you're using this opportunity to steal wine!"
"Get over here and cheer for Sword Saint!"
"Oh …"
After being kicked by Wang Ye, Li Qinglian responded with a grunt.
The crying expression on his face disappeared and was replaced by a look of helplessness.
At this moment, outside the inn.
Yue Zhenshan's clothes fluttered with energy.
He pointed the Ice Soul Sword at Sword Saint and said, "Draw your sword!"
In an instant, an arrogant aura filled the air.
"Draw my sword?"
The Sword Saint shook his head when he heard this, and then he pressed his fingers together and said, "I don't need to use my sword to deal with you!"
！！！
Hearing this, Yue Zhenshan's eyes widened.
A murderous aura suddenly spread out in all directions.