Chapter 213: 206 True and False

A stab from behind!

With Wang Fei at such a distance, launching a sneak attack from behind, how could it not hit?

Only one sword was inserted, the Sword Light submerged; Zhang Shousong only felt his hand go empty, and saw the human figure in his hand seem to collapse, turning into a pile of mountain rocks, within which traces of blood were hidden.

While Zhang Shousong was shocked in his heart, his body also turned ethereal and disappeared, leaving behind a withered tree in place, which was cut in two by a Sword Light that swept in from afar.

Two swords, two sneak attacks, both were broken by the opponent, and the method to resist the sneak attacks was two Sword Arts, both being Sword Clones.

This was a contest between Sword Guests.

Zhang Shousong left behind a pine tree clone and appeared not far away, with an extra sword already in his hand.

At the same time, white fragments drifted down from the sky.

Jianzhou began to snow. Clearly, the sun was shining brightly just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, the world became blurred, and fragmented snow fell in succession.

Zhang Shousong's expression sank, his body motionless, and a pine tree rose from the ground behind him, its branches lush and leaves dense, coiling like a horned dragon, covering a large area of the rostrum in the blink of an eye. Behind the main towering tree, countless pine woods resembling branches and trunks emerged from the soil, connecting into a sheet. The ancient pines were vigorous, the needles dense, pressing the flowers all over the ground until they had no color at all.

At the same time, the fine snow grains grew larger, and a north wind whistled in, instantly carrying the intent of a heavy snowfall. It seemed to want to pass through the dense pine leaves to invade the old man standing on the treetop.

One side was ancient pines, the other side was flying snow, as if one were personally in the deep mountains of the north; the human world on Jianzhou Island had changed.

Almost the moment the snow fell, the Talisman Assembly was also pressed with a stop button. The previously peaceful and Friendly atmosphere was swept away, and under the drifting snow, a stern and murderous intent arose.

Outside the Talisman Assembly venue, on the vast land blocked by clusters of flowers, footsteps and shouts of killing came simultaneously. Those sounds boiled over in an instant, rising to the sky like a volcanic eruption; under the cover of the flying snow and pine trees, it seemed that apart from the Heaven District, the Earth District, the Human District, and outside the venue had instantly turned into a battlefield. The battle was intense from the start, and it was unknown who was opposing whom, only seeing crisscrossing Qi and Sword Qi actually passing through the layers of flying snow and shooting below the podium.

Thus, the Talisman Assembly that Long Yuan had carefully prepared for so long finally became like an exploded pressure cooker; the lid flew off, the pot body was smashed, and the delicious food stewed inside was dumped on the ground, covered in dust and dirt, leaving only a mess.

Beichen, as the Host, actually sat motionless with a blank expression; the rostrum formed by clouds and mist instantly turned into thin floating clouds, and then wrapped around him as the center, including the podium and dozens of young people who were like puppets. His face was hidden in the clouds, blurred and unclear, and only his voice came out faintly: "Everyone, I advise you not to go too far. This is Jianzhou, with an Immortal Sword sitting in town; using power exceeding that of a Sword Guest will trigger the power of the Immortal Sword to execute you."

Zhang Shousong acted as if he had not heard—who didn't know this principle? He just stared at one spot and said: "So the Prince was prepared early on? You were actually guarding against this old man early?"

In the flying snow, a figure stood upright; because the snow was heavy, it obscured his facial features. At this time, he said coldly: "Elder Zhang, do you think you have few flaws? You have a transcendent status and sit firmly in the VIP seats, which can avoid rounds of screening. But everyone else is innocent; besides you, who else could it be? The more you do, the more you err; in order to maintain your status, you even killed the Kun Yu Lower Court Disciple who recognized you. How cruel, and how stupid?"

Zhang Shousong was stunned for a moment and said: "When did I... Since you have seen through it, you are naturally not the Snow Mountain Prince, right?"

That figure wiped his face slightly, and a layer of makeup that looked like human skin fell off, revealing a completely different face. His appearance was much older than Wang Fei's, his skin was dark, and his face was full of the colors of wind and frost. He said: "Since I knew you, this old thief, were here, how could I let my Prince take risks? Old thief, reveal your true face as well; let me see which turtle among the Turtle Bandits you are?"

Hearing his vile words, Zhang Shousong narrowed his eyes and said: "So it is General Mei of the four peaks of Snow Mountain, truly a pillar-like character. Your mansion has a grand hand. However, General, that sword of mine just now should have hit, right? Why must you force yourself to act as if nothing happened?" He shifted his gaze to the opponent's ribs, as if trying to see the wound blooming like a red plum blossom under the cover of the flying snow.

General Mei did not deny it either, shouting: "Compared to fighting on the front lines, what are the flesh wounds from a sneak attack by a mere rat?" Suddenly, he pinched a spell, and the wind and snow before him began to solidify; countless snow grains stirred together, turning into the shape of a mountain in the wind, which could be considered a Snow Mountain worthy of the name.

It was just that the heaviest part of a Snow Mountain is the mountain body, but this mountain formed by flying snow only had the shape of a mountain, a thin layer of floating snow, as if it were a shadow play, breaking at a single poke.

"Snow Mountain—Collapse Pressure."

The shadow of the Snow Mountain immediately pressed down—

The snow collapsed!

No one knew why this floating snow could cause an avalanche this time, but once it tilted, it instantly presented the momentum of an avalanche pressing down on the top. The floating snow, wrapped in a hundred times the snow grains and ten thousand times the air, pressed down with a booming momentum. Under the avalanche, even the air carried a suffocating sense of destruction.

Boom!

The avalanche pressed onto the green pines; the almost weightless avalanche instantly submerged the pine forest. Except for the tallest big pine tree, the rest of the pine trees had almost no power to resist, instantly sinking into the snow, bending and shattering.

It was really crushed!

And Zhang Shousong, who was standing on the treetop, could not withstand that heavy sense of collapse pressure either; he fell from the tree, touched his chest with his hand, and sat down to sigh long. Only the big pine tree behind him had its branches pressed low by the snow, almost sticking to the ground, but it never bent, only the full tree of verdant color submerged in a piece of snow white.

This large-scale collapse pressure lasted for a long time, pressing the pine forest all over the ground into ink, with only that one in the middle standing tall and unfallen.

"Sword Art—Changshousong."

One could see that amidst the collapse pressure, the pine tree constantly shed pine needles, branches, and even layers of tree bark. However, as the bark peeled off layer by layer and the old skin passed away, new skin was born underneath, and the pine tree became even more lush. The trunk did not grow upward but grew sideways, with twisted roots and gnarled branches, like an old man with a hunched back; old, yet seeing its age, with a vigorous Spirit.

Finally, the collapse pressure stopped, and the snowflakes in the sky could no longer sustain themselves. It actually gradually cleared up, and countless snow flakes covering the pine tree fell; before they hit the ground, they turned into water and dissipated in the air, finally revealing the true color of the pine tree.

In this offensive and defensive consumption, although the attacker was aggressive and the defender was tottering, in the end, the defender actually persisted to the end.

Moreover, although the attacker was fierce just now and was now as calm as ever, he could ultimately no longer hide the wound from the assassination. Fresh blood sprayed into the white snow, scarlet and eye-catching. General Mei's expression was calm and his character was firm, but his face could not help but turn a bit pale.

Originally, with his physique, a mere wound should have healed itself, but Zhang Shousong's sword had other mysteries. The sword he used to assassinate was aimed at Jishi upon hitting; although it only grazed a little, it was not so easy to heal.

At this time, although Zhang Shousong was under pressure, after surviving it, he became even more old and unyielding. The pine branches were like dragon claws, and in an instant, the offense and defense changed.

"General Mei, your sword is very powerful, actually resisting the suppression of Jianzhou and performing such a Sword Art. Did you mobilize the power of your main sword? The Snow Mountain Wangfu has put in great effort." Zhang Shousong leaned against the pine tree to delay with words while listening sideways to the shouts of killing outside. Those sounds rose and fell, clearly the battle was still continuing. Just like the exchange of offense and defense inside, the battle outside had also fallen into a stalemate.

This battle still had more to be fought.

General Mei smiled coldly, but Beichen, who was sitting idly on the side, suddenly said: "Zhang Shousong, it is actually you."

Zhang Shousong was stunned for a moment and said: "Of course it is me; if it isn't me, who is it? Do you think I am like this one, having changed into a fake face? I wish I had that ability. Your face is quite useful; where did you get it?"

Beichen frowned slightly, a flash of doubt passed, and then he said: "At this point, it doesn't matter. As an Elder of the Kun Yu Sword Sect, you are actually a rebel; is your entire sect full of remnants of the Turtle Bandits?"

Zhang Shousong laughed: "Rebel? What rebel? A rebel defined by the Imperial Court? When did the Imperial Court ever manage the Kungang Mountain? At most, it was just us and Long Yuan... and the Snow Mountain Prince having a battle at the Summit of Ten Thousand Mountains. Although you were slightly alert inside, and probably had preparations outside, it was still not enough. Listen—"

He pointed outside, and continuous screams came, "Your students are being slaughtered, and the elite troops of the Wangfu are being consumed. My helpers will break in soon; by then, the universe will be reversed, and instead, we will be the kings, and you will be the bandits."

In fact, just listening to the screams, one could not tell which side had the upper hand at all; it was nothing more than Zhang Shousong's psychological warfare. Moreover, he was full of confidence, speaking eloquently and continuously, quite having the air of pointing out the country: "Seeing that you have regrets, I will give you a chance. Today, our main target is Long Yuan. If the Snow Mountain Wangfu withdraws, we will let you leave and will never pursue, so as to save you from being buried with Long Yuan with all your glory and wealth."

Zhang Shousong's nonsense even shocked General Mei, who was enduring his injuries, and he said incredulously: "The sword you used just now to assassinate, wasn't it our Prince?"

Zhang Shousong did not blush at all and said righteously: "Actually, our assassination of the Prince was mainly to frame Long Yuan; we have no malice toward the Prince himself. As long as you withdraw, we are still good friends..."

General Mei opened his eyes wide and shouted: "Fart!" Regardless of his wounds, he thrust his sword rapidly, condensed like a mountain!

Zhang Shousong was equally as upright as a pine, waving his sword, the pine tree behind him swaying, and he continued: "Since you won't listen to advice, then let's go together; what does Zhang fear..."

While he was babbling nonsense, the battle was extremely intense. At the same time, in the center of the Heaven District, dozens of people surrounded Zhu Yang motionless, forming a strange aura, as if they were all in another world. Beichen's gaze never left these people, and the clouds and mist around him also blindly protected their figures; it seemed that until now, his goal was still to maintain the order of the venue.

Then a loud noise was heard. It was as if someone shouted in unison. The sound came from behind, and Beichen also turned his head.

Suddenly, a black cloud pressed down overhead.

A mountain had fallen!

Above Jianzhou, a mountain peak appeared out of thin air, falling rapidly!

The target was—the students beside Zhu Yang!