A cold gleam of sword light shot straight for his brow.
Yu Canghai hurriedly swept his sword up in a backhand block.
He caught the move somewhat awkwardly. Ji Boying's speed had truly exceeded his expectations.
The brow was not exactly a good place to attack.
Compared to the actual damage it could inflict, its intimidation was greater.
Yu Canghai was short, so for Ji Boying to bend down and strike at his chest and abdomen with a backhand slash would have been even less convenient.
His sword moves came in rapid succession, leaving him no choice but to aim for Yu Canghai's head.
There was no need to mention Ji Boying's superb Lightness Skill and profound inner power. Yu Canghai was likewise a first-rate martial artist, a renowned figure in the martial world. Upon the rooftops of the southern land, the two moved nimbly, as though walking on level ground.
They had exchanged only three to five moves, yet Yu Canghai was already in a miserable state, blocking left and right, able only to defend and unable to strike back.
Because every one of Ji Boying's sword strikes covered Yu Canghai's head.
Though Yu Canghai deployed his swordplay and struggled to ward him off, Ji Boying's swordsmanship was exquisite and his sword wind swift.
The sword wind tearing through the air had already scattered Yu Canghai's topknot.
Strands of graying hair hung loose, making Yu Canghai appear all the more bedraggled and haggard.
*I always thought our Qingcheng Sect's Pine Wind Swordplay drew upon the vigor of towering pines and borrowed the wind's grace and agility, making it marvelously subtle—no inferior to the Five Great Mountains Swordplay. The words "Pine Wind" stand alone in the martial world. Yet why does this little thief's swordplay carry an even stronger sense