At this moment, the owner of the fog looked at the old man with a purple gaze.
"You'll die, and your clansmen won't be able to escape!"
“You can give it a try,� The old man raised his greatsword again.
In the biting cold wind and snow, the sword energy collided with the fog, forming a vacuum around them.
Even though his body was aged, the old man still had a strong fighting spirit that.
His swordsmanship was different from Lu Yue's.
If Lu Yue's sword intent represented a young man's indomitable will, then the old man's sword energy was like a candle struggling in the wind. No matter how the wind and snow raged, I remained unmoved.
When the old man executed his sword techniques, it was more like an ancient dance.
It felt natural.
At this moment, the old man seemed to have fused with this world and used the power of the world to mobilize sword energy. The owner of the fog was fighting this world.