"Benefactor, what superb swordsmanship!" Seeing Wu Jing watch as the sword stopped barely two inches from his throat, he couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat.
Though he had practiced an External Hardening Skill, he didn't know whether his throat could withstand that sword.
"You bald donkey are nothing special. How dare you come to my door begging for alms!" Shi Feizhe sneered. Then he flipped through the air, leapt over Wu Jing's head, and sent a sword thrust drifting down from above, straight for Wu Jing's eyes.
Behind a person's eyes lay the brain. If the sword pierced through the eyes and into the brain, then with Wu Jing's True Seeing cultivation, he'd be well and truly dead!
Swordsmanship targeted the eyes, throat, heart, wrists, ankles, groin, and other such places because they were all vital points.
For example, if you cut someone's wrist, they couldn't hold their weapon, and they'd struggle to put strength into their fists and palms. If you cut their calf or ankle, they'd have trouble escaping.
Why not aim at someone's vital points with the same sword?
Facing Shi Feizhe's sword, Wu Jing was no ordinary fighter either. He turned the Precept Blade in his hand, a pale-yellow Buddha Light shimmering along its edge, and with a clang, blocked the strike.
After blocking the sword, Wu Jing shoved his Precept Blade forward with all his strength. Shi Feizhe felt a tremendous force and went flying backward.
Then Wu Jing stepped forward. A few people felt as if the courtyard had trembled. In a single stride, he crossed several meters, Precept Blade in hand, murder in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he was before Shi Feizhe.
"Die!"
Shi Feizhe hadn't even had time to marvel at the bald donkey's strength before that