Chapter 524 Draw your sword!

Seeing the Sword Saint and Zhang Daoxuan coming, Yue Zhenshan sneered.

He moved his arm and the sword shook.

Buzz! In an instant, a burst of cold internal energy surged from the sword and rushed straight into Aji's palms.

Feeling the cold force rushing straight to his hands, Aji's face changed.

He suddenly opened his palms to let the cold and gloomy energy pass.

At the moment when Aji opened his palms, Yue Zhenshan sneered: "Not a bad reaction..."

"Now that the real boss is here, I will deal with you later!"

As soon as he said this, he exerted force with his feet, and his body left behind a trail of afterimages.

Like a ghost, he came before the Sword Master and said, "Mu Yingbai, you are finally willing to show up?"

"Otherwise, I would have thought you had been hiding away and didn't dare to show up!"

Yue Zhenshan's face was as cold as ice and he was not polite at all.

He did not call the Sword Saint by his title, but called him by his name.

There was a hint of pride in his words.

"I am just using Jianming and Qingshang to circulate my Qi and blood..."

Hearing this, the Sword Saint said, "Why do you say you dare not show up?"

The Sword Master's words were flat, without the slightest ups and downs.

Humph! Yue Zhenshan snorted coldly. He looked at the Sword Saint and said, "Your disciple Si Jianming colluded with the evil witch of the Demon Cult and stole the sixty years of power of the old man Tianji. This is a crime that cannot be forgiven..."

"You killed my Snow Mountain Sect's White-headed Sky-soldier at Mingjing Lake in order to cover up the crime of your disciple!"

"The cruelty of the means is outrageous to both humans and gods!"

"Do you admit this or not?"

As he spoke, he pointed the sword in his hand at the Sword Saint.

At first glance, it looks aggressive and very rude.

"The Changsheng Sect invites heroes from all over the world. Anyone who can crack the Changsheng chess game will gain the power of the old man Tianji for 60 years..."

Looking at Yue Zhenshan in front of him, the Sword Saint seemed quite calm. He said calmly: "Who doesn't know, who doesn't know?"

"Qing Shang was extremely clever and cracked the chess game, how can he have stolen his skills?"

"It is you who covet Elder Tianji's sixty years of power and the Changsheng Sect's skills, and want to force Qing Shang to disperse his power..."

"My disciple Jian Ming only came to help, what's wrong with that?"

The sword master's words were neither hurried nor slow, yet sonorous and powerful.

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the Snow Mountain Sect disciples present.

His gaze was so blazing that people dared not even look at him directly.

For a moment, all the members of the Snow Mountain Sect bowed their heads.

Humph! Seeing this scene, the Sword Saint sneered: "You are greedy and forced others to disperse their power, and now you are turning the tables on me..."

"Is this the behavior of the Snow Mountain Sect, which you call the righteous martial arts sect?"

As he spoke, the Sword Saint's clothes shook, and an inexplicable aura surged up.

At first glance, there seems to be some questioning in it.

"Mu Yingbai, I don't want to waste any more words with you..."

Looking at the Sword Saint, Yue Zhenshan said, "If you hand over Si Jianming and Shen Qingshang today, I will still treat you as a righteous person!"

"If not, you will be considered as a defector to the Demon Cult. I will kill you on the spot to correct the morale of the martial arts world!"

Ha ha ha ha!

Hearing this, the Sword Master laughed wildly.

But he had a long beard and said, "I killed evil and frightened the army. My name spread all over the world in my prime years. The sharp roar of the magic sword startled the rain of ghosts, and my unyielding pride reflected the blue sky!"

"I, Mu Yingbai, have no right to be told what to do in my life by a little kid like you!"

Buzz! As soon as these words came out, the white clothes around the Sword Saint shook.

A circle of Qi ripples visible to the naked eye spread out.

Wherever the ripples passed, dust flew and strong winds cut the face.

For a moment, all the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect were really dizzy and their bodies felt like they were being cut by knives due to this true energy. They felt extremely uncomfortable.

“Okay, okay!”

Seeing this scene, Yue Zhenshan frowned and said, "If that's the case, then there's no need to say more!"

As he spoke, he held the sword in front of him.

It just lightly brushed the back of the sword.

Buzz! Wherever his finger passed, a cool fluorescent light bloomed from the sword.

At the same time, he said: "My master lost to you in a sword fight in the past, and lost the title of Sword Saint..."

"Now that I have reached the realm of Martial Saint, I will use his favorite Ice Soul Sword to regain the title of Sword Saint!"

As soon as he said this, he swung the Ice Soul Sword in his hand, sweeping out a gust of cold wind.

"Don't just stand there, old miser!"

Seeing this scene, Bai Luhan and Aji dragged Wang Ye to the door of the inn: "The leader of the Snow Mountain Sect challenges the Sword Saint Senior..."

"There is also a secret about the previous leader of the Snow Mountain Sect..."

"This is a great show, you can't miss it!"

From what they said, Bai Luhan and Aji seemed quite excited.

"What a good show!"

After hearing these words, Wang Ye said with a sad face: "Two door panels have been broken in the past few days..."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6-9!

"Now two martial arts masters are fighting in front of this inn. If they start fighting, won't they tear down my inn?"

"Besides, if the Sword Master wins, it's fine. But if he loses, won't we all be finished together?"

Having said this, Wang Ye leaned back and was about to speak.

At this moment, Li Qinglian behind him opened his throat and wailed, "Why is my life so miserable?"

???

After hearing these words, Wang Ye was stunned.

I'm so...

This bastard Li Qinglian is stealing my words?

Thinking of this, Wang Ye turned around and looked.

But Li Qinglian was sitting on the ground at this time, and he said: "I think of my descendant Li Bai, who is handsome and elegant, and looks like Pan An..."

"I am dying here before I can even enjoy the admiration and worship of young girls and young women..."

"God is jealous of talents, and the sky is blind!"

Li Qinglian stretched out her voice, which sounded even more miserable than Wang Ye's crying.

Not only that, he picked up a pot of wine while crying.

He poured it into his mouth.

"Fuck you!"

Seeing this, Wang Ye took off his shoes and threw them at Li Qinglian: "You're sitting here crying and still don't forget to steal some wine?!"

"Oh, boss, what time is it now?"

At this moment, Li Qinglian looked at Wang Ye in front of him and said, "If a Saint Realm master exerts his full strength, he will surely be able to split mountains and cut through seas, and destroy everything in his path..."

"We are just like ants, we have no way to resist..."

"I'm almost dead, why not get drunk first, it will save me some pain!"

As he spoke, Li Qinglian took another sip of wine.

"Leave me the pain!"

Hearing this, Wang Ye took off his other shoe and threw it at Li Qinglian: "I suspect you are taking this opportunity to drink alcohol secretly!"

"Come over here and cheer for the Sword Master!"

"oh…"

Li Qinglian responded when Wang Ye threw a shoe at her.

The crying expression on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of helplessness.

At this time, outside the inn.

The energy emanated from Yue Zhenshan's body, and his clothes fluttered without wind.

He pointed the Ice Soul Sword in his hand at the Sword Saint and said, "Draw your sword!"

In an instant, a sense of pride spread out.

"Draw your sword?"

Hearing this, the Sword Saint shook his head, pointed his sword and said, "I don't even need to use the sword to deal with you!"

!!!

As soon as these words came out, Yue Zhenshan's eyes widened instantly.

A pervasive murderous aura suddenly spread out.

(End of this chapter)