Jiang Fa felt a chill in his heart.
If he hadn't succeeded in refining his body just now and his skin's toughness had greatly increased, this sword move would have left more than just a white mark.
The moment the man in gray's sword touched Jiang Fa's skin, he also noticed something strange.
He felt that his sword was not piercing human skin, but piercing a layer of smooth and flexible animal skin, and the sharp blade could not really penetrate into the flesh at all.
"Physical training warrior!"
The man in gray's eyes darkened, his feet lowered, and his figure floated back a few feet like a ghost, putting some distance between himself and Jiang Fa.
The two of them were separated by a few feet, facing each other in the moonlight.
Jiang Fa didn't pursue him. He knew that he couldn't catch up with the opponent with his physical skills, and attacking rashly would only open up more holes.
He looked at the man in gray and asked the doubts in his heart, "Who are you, and why do you try to kill me so many times?"
"Want to know?"
There was a hint of evil in the narrow eyes of the man in gray, and he said coldly, "Go and ask the King of Hell."
Before he finished speaking, his feet moved slightly and his figure disappeared on the spot.
Jiang Fa felt his eyes blurred as a cold sword light approached him and pierced his throat.
This sword was so fast that it didn't even make a sound when the sword tip broke through the air, like a poisonous snake jumping out of the dark, silent but extremely deadly.
Jiang Fa was on guard for a long time. His energy and blood were surging all over his body. Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art was running to the extreme in his body.
He didn't have time to dodge, his palms suddenly closed in front of his chest, and he actually grabbed the thin sword with his bare hands.
"Arrogant!"
The man in gray snorted coldly, his sword force remained unchanged, and he swung his wrist sharply.
If this sword is clamped firmly, the sharpness Sword Qi brought about by the rotation of the sword body alone is enough to crush Jiang Fa's ten fingers into pieces.
However, the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Bang!
A crisp sound of gold and iron exploded in the abandoned house.
Jiang Fa clamped the blade of the sword tightly with both palms. The tip of the sword was only an inch away from his throat, but he could no longer make an inch further.
The man in gray had veins popping out on his wrist. He twisted it hard, but the sword didn't move at all, as if it was hugged by two mountains.
"How... possible!"
The face of the man in gray clothes, which was covered by black cloth, suddenly changed drastically.
His thin sword was made of fine iron mixed with cold star sand, and was extremely sharp. With Late Dark Force's cultivation, even an iron rod would be twisted into a twist when twisted with all his strength.
But at this moment, he tried his best, but the sword was locked tightly with a pair of fleshy palms by the young man in front of him, and it didn't move at all.
What frightened him even more was that through the blade of the sword, he could clearly feel the extremely dense layer of skin between Jiang Fa's palms. Even the blade of the sword couldn't even break through the skin's defense.
"Physique training... and the body training skills are extremely high! Still so young?"
The heart of the man in gray was filled with turmoil.
But after all, he was an experienced old killer. Seeing that the situation was not good, he made a prompt decision, pointed his left hand like a sword, and stabbed Jiang Fa straight in the face.
This finger was wrapped with a biting cold force and went straight into Jiang Fa's eyes.
Jiang Fa subconsciously turned his head to avoid it. At that moment, the man in gray kicked him in the chest and used the force to pull out the rapier from his palms.
They both retreated at the same time.
The man in gray took five steps back, each step leaving an inch-deep footprint on the blue brick floor, removing that terrifying force.
Jiang Fa only took half a step back and shook his numb palms. The two shallow marks on his palms were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The terrifying defense power brought by Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art prevented even blood from oozing from this little skin injury.
"What a hard body..."
The man in gray looked at Jiang Fa in surprise and uncertainty, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
He suddenly understood something.
I understand why Wolf Four and the three of them fell into the hands of this young man.
Not only did this person's cultivation level break through to Middle An Jin, he even also practiced body training. Looking at it like this, it was obviously not Entry just now.
"It seems that the three of them died unjustly."
The man in gray spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and gloomy.
Jiang Fa moved his fingers and fixed his eyes on the figure of the man in gray. "I don't know whether they were unjust or not, but I know that your death was definitely not unjust."
The man in gray was silent, the thin sword in his hand drooped slightly, the tip of the sword touched the ground, and his whole body was like a fully drawn bow, ready to go.
The next moment, he moved.
This time his movements were faster than before.
The whole person seemed to turn into a plume of gray smoke, appearing and disappearing under the moonlight, erratic, and the sword light danced like a silver snake, stabbing at Jiang Fa from all directions.
Ding ding ding ding!
A series of sounds of gold and iron, dense as a torrential rain, exploded in the night.
Jiang Fa waved his fists and blocked the sword edge with his fists.
His fists were covered with a layer of pale golden luster, and every punch he punched was filled with the fierce force of the Mountain-Breaking Fist Perfection realm, forcefully smashing the rapier away.
Although Mountain-Breaking Fist is just Mid Yellow Grade boxing, Jiang Fa has practiced it to the level of Perfection.
The biggest difference between Perfection and Major Accomplishment lies in the "transparency" of the force.
With every punch, the power can penetrate from the soles of the feet to the face of the fist without any leakage. When a punch is thrown out, it is like a mountain pressing down. The power is so majestic that it is far beyond the comparison of ordinary An Jin warriors.
The man in gray became more and more frightened as he fought.
His swordsmanship is famous for its speed. It is a sword specially used to kill people. He pays attention to killing with one sword and never entangles.
He once assassinated An Jin's peak master across ranks, relying on his ghostly speed and unpreventable swordsmanship.
But facing this young man, the speed he was so proud of suddenly became a little insufficient.
Jiang Fa's body skills are indeed not as good as his, but this young man's body is too overbearing.
He didn't compete with me at all. He just stood there, like an unshakable rock. No matter how many waves you hit, I could break it with just one punch.
"This child must not be kept..."
The man in gray became more and more solemn.
He began to feel a little uneasy.
"It can't be delayed any longer."
The man in gray thought secretly.
He shouted violently, and his body spun up like a top, turning into a gray-white whirlwind. The rapier quickly drew dozens of sword shadows as it spun, like thousands of snakes coming out of their holes, pouring overwhelmingly towards Jiang Fa.
This is his unique skill to keep the bottom of the box.
"The Heart-Eating Sword of Ten Thousand Snakes".
The sword is driven by the force of rotation, and each sword is real and true, both offensive and defensive. The force of the sword is like a tide, wave after wave, until the opponent is completely strangled.
Jiang Fa looked solemnly.
The opponent's sword posture changes too quickly, and the sword light strikes from up, down, left, and right at the same time. No matter how tight his fist posture is, he cannot guard against all directions.
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
Jiang Fa instantly had more than a dozen sword marks on his body, his clothes were torn to pieces, and pieces of fabric were flying in the wind of the sword.
But his skin was extremely tough, and the sword blade would only leave a shallow trace of blood, but would not be able to damage the flesh and blood inside.
Only when the most tricky swords hit his ribs, vest and other soft parts could they cause slightly deeper wounds.
The man in gray used all his sword moves and landed on the ground. The thin sword in his hand was pointing diagonally at the ground, with a drop of blood dripping from the tip of the sword.
Before he could be happy, he saw Jiang Fa patting the rag strips on his body and hooking his hand at him:
"Continue."
The tone was extremely calm, even a little unfinished.
The man in gray's pupils shrank suddenly.
"What the hell kind of monster are you..."