Yue Zhenshan's aura became even stronger.
The cold and gloomy inner strength around him was like a tidal wave, surging out.
It made people feel as if they were in the middle of winter, chilling them all over.
On the Ice Soul Sword in his hand, visible icy blue energy was revolving around it.
There was also a layer of frost on the sword, which made it even more awe-inspiring.
Not only that.
The icy blue energy continued to surge and spread out in all directions.
Wherever it passed, frost would form on the ground, making it seem as if it was winter.
Even Wang Ye and the others who were watching from the side felt a chill in their bones.
However, Sword Saint remained unmoved in the face of such power.
He looked calm and did not move.
He quietly watched Yue Zhenshan accumulate his energy.
He had no intention of stopping him.
"Wait, isn't Sword Saint a little too arrogant?"
Seeing the scene in front of him, Wang Ye said, "What are you guys still standing there for?"
"Let's take this opportunity to kill Yue Zhenshan!"
Wang Ye said anxiously.
He didn't care who won or lost.
He was afraid that Yue Zhenshan's move could split the mountain and the earth.
At that time, it would be really bad if his inn was destroyed.
"What do you know, money-grubber?"
Bai Luhan, who was standing at the side, said, "The Sword Sage is a senior expert …"
"Since he's a senior expert, let's win fair and square …"
"If we suddenly attack like you said, we won't win fair and square. How can we call ourselves a senior expert?!"
Wang Ye rolled his eyes when he heard Bai Luhan's words. "There are so many f * cking rules …"
"This is a martial arts competition. It's all about being alive. What's the point of doing all these fancy things?"
"Let's attack when he's gathering his energy and kill him first …"
"He'll be dead by then. We can only talk to the King of Hell!"
Disdain was written all over Wang Ye's face.
"Old money-grubber, let's be honest. It's a waste of your talent to open an inn here …"
At this moment, A 'Ji gazed at Wang Ye and said, "Your shamelessness is one in a million, and it's hard to come by even in a hundred years!"
"If you don't join the Demon Sect, it'll be a great loss to the sect!"
"That's right!"
Bai Luhan said, "After Senior Sword Saint wins, you can talk to Miss Shen …"
"Ask her to recommend you to join the Demon Sect …"
"You're not that old. It'll be difficult for you to become a demon …"
"However, being a notorious pervert is definitely a piece of cake …"
Both A 'Ji and Bai Luhan were singing the same tune.
Their voices were sarcastic and sarcastic.
As soon as these words were spoken, Li Qinglian couldn't help but nod her head, completely agreeing with these words.
"Hey, you two little bastards!"
Wang Ye raised his hand and was about to teach them a lesson when he heard Agy.
Buzz!
Right at this moment, a burst of cold air suddenly attacked.
He looked up and saw the cold air around Yue Zhenshan, and his weapons were flipping.
The Ice Soul Sword in his hand was emitting blue sword light.
There was an inexplicable aura on it.
Yue Zhenshan looked at Sword Saint and said, "Watch carefully!"
"I've been in seclusion in Firmament City for 12 years. I created this technique after comprehending my master's ultimate technique!"
"Hundred Changes, Thirteen Styles of Wind and Snow!"
As he spoke, the energy around Yue Zhenshan's body surged and reached its peak.
Cold air rose around him like clouds and mist, incomparably hazy.
At the same time, a murderous aura was hidden in it.
Yue Zhenshan didn't attack but his aura was extraordinary.
"First style, Wind and Snow!"
Soon, Yue Zhenshan shouted.
He moved his feet and dashed toward Sword Saint.
The moment he rushed out, his body shook, and 13 phantoms spread out in succession, surrounding the Sword Saint.
13 shadows!
Everyone's heart skipped a beat when they saw this.
Yue Zhenshan's attack was so powerful.
"Kill!"
With a low shout, the 13 figures suddenly moved and whizzed out!
The icy blue sword light shot out like lightning. It was so fast that no one could react to it.
The 13 shadows shuttled back and forth like ghosts. It was hard to distinguish their whereabouts.
Not only that.
Under the contrast of the chilly aura, it was difficult to distinguish between the real and fake figures.
It was as if each of them was the real one and each of their attacks was fatal.
As far as the eye could see, it was as if wind and snow had surged up from the boundless snowy mountains, covering the sky and the earth, making it difficult to distinguish its traces.
"Hundred Changes, Thousand Changes, Thirteen Styles of Wind and Snow …"
Seeing such a move, the Sword Saint shook his head. "Interesting …"
"It's really hard to distinguish the real one from the fake …"
As soon as he said that, the Sword Saint moved his sword finger, and the terrifying aura around him suddenly spread out.
At the same time, he said, "Since I can't find them, I can't distinguish the real one from the fake …"
"Then I'll destroy them all!"
As soon as he said this, his body trembled.
In an instant, a surge of pure white inner strength surged out.
This inner strength dispersed into sword qi that filled the sky and spread out.
"What?!"
Yue Zhenshan exclaimed when he saw this.
However, right at this moment, the Sword Qi that filled the sky swept towards him like a violent storm.
In the blink of an eye, the two bursts of energy collided.
Boom!
Along with a loud sound, a huge Real Qi ripple spread out horizontally.
In an instant, the doors and windows of the Drunken Immortal Inn were all opened. The tables and chairs in the inn were all twisted.
The original frost qi was swept away by the ripple.
At first glance, it was as if the wind had blown away the clouds.
As the frost qi dissipated, Yue Zhenshan's figure was revealed.
At this moment, his body retreated several steps backward before he could barely stabilize his body. His eyes were filled with astonishment.
"Although the wind and snow can confuse one's eyes …"
Sword Saint looked at Yue Zhenshan and said, "But it still can't withstand the wind …"
"Yue Zhenshan, is this the martial art you learned from your 12 years of seclusion in Firmament City?"
"It seems like it's nothing more than that!"
As he spoke, Sword Saint's hair and beard were disheveled. His sage-like aura was gone.
Instead, it was replaced by a wave of sword qi and boundless aura.
Sword Saint was the Sword Saint after all.
Although he was old, his sword qi was not dull.
Although he had retired from the Jianghu, his arrogance was still there.
On the contrary, it was even more fierce and fierce.
Hearing Sword Saint's words, Yue Zhenshan clenched his teeth and widened his eyes.
He stared at Sword Saint and was about to speak.
At this moment, Sword Saint's voice was heard. "Since you're a junior, I'll let you have three moves first …"
"I'll only defend for the next three moves. I won't attack."
"That'll count as one move. You still have two chances. Make good use of them."
Sword Saint's tone was calm.
There was a hint of indifference between the lines. It was as if Yue Zhenshan was nothing in his eyes.