The guard was leaning in the depression, his eyes half-closed, his breathing even and long, and he obviously didn't notice anyone approaching.
Jiang Fa observed for a moment and confirmed that this person's cultivation level was around Late Dark Force, which was much stronger than the guards on the first floor.
He did not take action rashly, but took advantage of the cover of the stone wall at the corner to get an overview of the situation at the entrance to the second floor.
The second floor is much wider than the first floor, but the number of cells is less than half. The iron fence of each cell is thicker than that of the first floor, and a horizontal bar is added between the fences for tighter protection.
There are nearly half fewer torches on both sides of the corridor than on the first floor. The light is dim and there are many shadows.
On the stone wall of each cell, there is an iron chain as thick as a thumb, with an iron ring connected to the end, and the ring is engraved with dense fine lines.
Essence-Locking Chain!
The warriors in the cells had their hands locked by the iron chains and were hanging on the stone wall, with their feet barely touching the ground. They were like flying insects trapped in spider webs.
Jiang Fa His eyes quickly scanned the faces in the cells.
The martial artists imprisoned on the second level were all An Jin. Several of the faces looked familiar to him. They were all disciples of the inner courtyard of Qingshan County's major martial arts schools, and several of them were experts in Rogue Cultivator.
Not only that, he actually saw Lie Jingyun Fang Chao and other top-notch young people among these people.
However, they were in an extremely miserable state at this time, and they had long lost the high spirits they had during the martial arts meeting.
All of them were pale and listless, and their strength was continuously suppressed by Essence-Locking Chain, making them appear extremely weak.
Although he saw an acquaintance, Jiang Fa did not immediately come forward to recognize him because now was obviously not the time to reminisce about old times.
Jiang Fa took his eyes away from them and began to silently count the number of guards on the second floor.
There is a guard in black standing at the deepest part of the corridor. This person's aura is richer than the one at the corner. He is at least Peak An Jin.
His position was such that he could take the entire corridor into view, and he would be able to detect any slight movement in the cell immediately.
In addition, there is a guard on each side of the corridor patrolling back and forth, walking unhurriedly and calmly.
The three guards stood in a triangular position, covering all the cells on the second floor within sight.
A total of four guards he could see so far.
Jiang Fa was in no hurry to take action.
He pressed his body against the stone wall at the corner, closed his eyes, and spread out all his perceptions.
The guard layout on the second floor was tighter than he expected.
The Late Dark Force at the corner is just a whistleblower. The real trouble is the Peak An Jin deep in the corridor.
This person's aura is calm and restrained, and his breathing is long. He is clearly an experienced veteran. His position is extremely tricky, and he can bring the entire corridor into his field of vision.
The two patrolling guards, one on the left and one on the right, walked in staggered steps. They would meet in the center of the corridor every twenty breaths, forming a brief overlap of sight.
The three of them have a tacit understanding of cooperation. As long as any one of them is attacked, the other two can respond within one breath.
It's not impossible to break in forcefully.
But the movement is too loud, and once the guards on the third floor are alerted, it will be a lot of trouble.
Jiang Fa needs a more clever approach.
His eyes fell on the Late Dark Force guard at the corner, and he suddenly had a suspicion in his mind.
This person is positioned furthest outside, with half-closed eyes, and is the least vigilant.
If we deal with him silently first, then disguise ourselves as him and sneak into the corridor, slowly approaching that Peak An Jin...
Just as he was thinking about it, the guard Late Dark Force suddenly moved.
He stretched, yawned, turned and walked deeper into the corridor, apparently to relieve himself or drink water.
Opportunity!
Jiang Fa didn't hesitate.
His figure flashed, like a shadow skimming close to the ground, following the guard silently.
The guard walked to a recess in the stone wall in the middle of the corridor and reached for the water bag placed there.
The moment his fingertips touched the water bag, a hand came out from behind and clasped the back of his neck accurately.
Jiang Fa exerted force in his hand, and An Jin came out through the body.
The guard trembled, his eyes rolled up, and he fell down without even a groan.
Jiang Fa held his body with his left hand and caught the water bag with his right hand without making any sound.
He gently lowered the guard's body to the ground and pulled off the bamboo whistle and short knife from his waist.
Then he took off his robe, casually put it on himself, and covered half of his face with the man's hat.
After doing all this, he took a deep breath, walked out from the corner, and walked deeper into the corridor.
The frequency of steps under my feet also imitated that person's.
The guard Peak An Jin deep in the corridor heard the footsteps and raised his eyes to glance.
Under the dim firelight, the face could not be seen clearly, only the general outline could be seen.
Seeing that it was a familiar style of clothing, he didn't pay much attention and looked away again.
Jiang Fa is getting closer step by step.
Ten steps, eight steps, five steps...
The Peak An Jin guard suddenly frowned.
He suddenly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
He raised his head suddenly, wanting to take a closer look.
But it's too late.
The moment he raised his head, Jiang Fa's figure suddenly shot forward and was within two feet in front of him.
The guard's pupils shrank suddenly, and it was too late to draw his sword, so he could only cross his arms in front of his chest to block.
Jiang Fa punched out.
The fist hit the guard's crossed arms, making a dull "bang" sound.
The Peak An Jin guard's arm bones were broken in response, and he flew away upside down.
But Jiang Fa didn't give him a chance to breathe.
He kicked off his feet and shot out again. He caught up with the guard before he landed and slapped him on the Heavenly Spirit Cap.
An Jin Initiation, the man didn't even have time to scream, and he completely lost his voice.
From the time it was launched to the end, it only took three breaths, and the movement it made was very weak.
With his current strength, it can be said that it is easy to deal with Peak An Jin warriors.
The warriors in the cells on both sides of the corridor were alarmed by the movement, and they all looked out through the iron bars.
Jiang Fa has no time to pay attention to them,
Just because the remaining two patrol guards seemed to have noticed the movement here.
"What sound?"
A guard in the left corridor had already followed the sound and walked up. The guard in the right corridor also joined him at this time.
The two glanced towards the depths of the corridor, and vaguely saw a figure standing in front of the position where Peak An Jin was guarding.
"Old Zhao?"
The guard on the right gave a tentative shout.
Jiang Fa did not respond.
He lowered his head, the brim of his robe was pushed down very low, and only a blurry shadow was reflected on his face in the firelight.
The two guards looked at each other and saw a hint of alertness in each other's eyes.
"Wrong!"
The man on the left seemed to have noticed something and suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath.
"He is not Old Zhao!"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fa had already moved.
He suddenly rose up and rushed towards the guard on the right who was closest to him.
This person's cultivation level is no more than Middle An Jin. Although his reaction is fast, facing the explosive speed of Jiang Fa, his reaction is not much different from none.
The guard's knife had just been raised halfway when Jiang Fa's fist had already hit his chest.
His chest instantly sunk, and he flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off. When he landed on the ground, he was breathless.
The guard on the left looked pale.
He did not take action against Jiang Fa. Instead, he turned around and ran towards the entrance of the third floor, reaching for the bamboo whistle on his waist as he ran.
Jiang Fa's eyes flashed coldly.
He suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and with the reaction force, his whole body shot out, three minutes faster than before.
The guard only ran three or four steps when he felt a strong wind coming from behind him.
He subconsciously rolled to the side, barely avoiding Jiang Fa's hand grabbing at the back of his neck, and at the same time stuffed the bamboo whistle into his mouth.
He just wanted to blow the bamboo whistle.
Jiang Fa's left hand had already clasped his throat, and with a twist of his fingers, there was a crisp click, and the guard's head tilted to one side, and the bamboo whistle fell from his mouth to the ground.
Jiang Fa let go of his hand and let the corpse collapse to the ground.