Jiang Fa grinned, revealing his big white teeth.
The man in gray's expression completely changed.
He has never seen such an opponent.
With the Ten Thousand Snake Heart-Eating Sword, which he was famous for, he struck with all his strength, but only left a dozen shallow blood marks on the opponent's body.
This young man exuded an aura that made him frightened, as if the person standing in front of him was not a person, but an ancient ferocious beast covered in human skin.
"Why, don't continue?"
Jiang Fa twisted his neck, and his neck bones made a few crisp sounds. The smile on his face did not diminish, but his eyes became colder little by little.
"Then it's my turn."
Before he finished speaking, he moved.
This time, Jiang Fa didn't spare any effort.
Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art The second level of energy and blood in the body exploded like a volcanic eruption, Middle An Jin's cultivation was fully activated,
Mountain-Breaking Stance The third level of power is poured into the limbs and bones,
The power of refining the internal organs of the third level of the powerful Vajra Kung Fu made his internal organs as solid as iron, enough to withstand the terrifying load of a full-power explosion.
He took one step forward.
The green brick floor beneath his feet suddenly shattered, and spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions.
The man in gray's pupils shrank to the extreme.
Quick!
Too fast!
The pace was more than twice as fast as what he had just seen!
One moment Jiang Fa was still three feet away, and the next moment the fist covered in pale golden luster had appeared in front of him. The wind of the fist made the black cloth on his face stick tightly to his skin, and even his breathing stopped for an instant.
After all, the man in gray is a battle-experienced killer. In the blink of an eye, his body reacted most instinctively.
He threw himself to the side with all his strength, caught Jiang Fa's fist with his rapier, and using the force to release his force, his whole body ejected diagonally backwards like a slippery loach.
However, Jiang Fa's fist is faster than his.
The wind of the fist brushed against his left shoulder. Although it did not hit him head-on, the terrifying force directly tore a half-foot-long gash in the flesh of his left arm, and blood spurted out.
The man in gray groaned and stumbled to the ground, tapping his toes on the green brick floor before he managed to steady himself.
His left arm hung by his side, and his sleeve was soaked with blood. A few drops of blood slid down his wrist to the hilt of the sword, glowing a strange dark red in the moonlight.
"This punch... if it hits the target head-on..."
The man in gray didn't dare to think any further.
He suppressed the severe pain in his left arm and held the rapier in his right hand in front of him. Most of the killing intent in his eyes had faded, replaced by deep fear and a trace of unconcealable fear.
Jiang Fa didn't give him a chance to breathe.
He took another step, like a silent god of death, approaching the man in gray unhurriedly.
The invisible sense of oppression pressed down on the man in gray like a real substance, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Fa asked in a deep voice.
The man in gray gritted his teeth and did not answer.
Jiang Fa shook his head. "Don't say so."
His figure flickered, Wind-Chasing Steps activated, and his whole body once again turned into an afterimage, rushing towards the man in gray.
The man in gray's pupils shrank suddenly. He knew in his heart that although his physical skills were still above Jiang Fa, the opponent's speed had reached an extremely terrifying level after the explosion just now. Coupled with the terrifying gap in his physical body, if he dragged on any longer, he would definitely die.
"Fight it!"
A trace of madness flashed in his eyes. Facing the oncoming Jiang Fa, he advanced instead of retreating. He straightened his rapier, and like a silver lightning, he rushed straight towards Jiang Fa.
There is nothing fancy about this sword.
Just fast.
He is almost reaching the limit that he can reach at this level.
The moment the sword tip broke through the air, the sword body trembled at a high speed and made a sharp buzzing sound, like the most piercing blow of a poisonous snake before its death.
"Snake bite!"
The man in gray shouted sharply.
The target of this sword is Jiang Fa's right eye.
He wanted to use this sword to pierce Jiang Fa's eyeballs, penetrate his skull, and kill him with one blow.
This is his last trump card as a killer. His lifelong skills are concentrated in one sword and he has never failed.
The light of the sword is like lightning, arriving in an instant.
In the pupil of Jiang Fa's right eye, the silver sword light was getting closer and brighter, almost dyeing his entire field of vision silver.
This sword is really fast.
It was so fast that even he had to admit that if he was stabbed by this sword, no matter how strong Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art was, he would not be able to protect his eyes.
But he didn't hide.
He chose to fight attack with attack.
Mountain-Breaking Fist!
All the strength in his body surged out like a bursting river, pouring crazily into his right arm along his meridians. His entire right arm swelled in a full circle in an instant.
The muscles are bulging high, and the veins are entangled like a horned dragon, and a rich golden sheen appears on the surface of the skin.
Punch out.
The punch sounded like a dragon roaring.
There was no reservation in this punch. All the An Jin in the body gathered on the fist surface, carrying the majestic power of Mountain-Breaking Fist Perfection, and faced the stabbing sword light in the most arrogant and domineering way.
Fists and swords intersect.
A deafening loud bang exploded in the abandoned house, like a thunder on the ground.
The thin sword in the hand of the man in gray bent into a terrifying arc at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sword made a death-like creaking sound. From the tip to the hilt, it bent, deformed, cracked, and then shattered inch by inch.
It wasn't just the tip of the sword that shattered.
The fist force, which contained all the power of Jiang Fa, poured into the gray-clothed man's arm along the sword like a torrent, shattering the entire bones of his right arm, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.
A shrill scream came from the man in gray's throat.
The right hand holding the sword, together with half of the forearm, was punched to pieces by Jiang Fa.
His body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, rolled on the ground more than ten times, and hit hard against a stone pillar deep in the deserted house.
The stone pillar broke with a sound, and half of the rubble fell down, burying half of his body inside. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Jiang Fa slowly lowered his fist.
He lowered his head and glanced at the twisted fragments of the rapier on the ground, then raised his head to look in the direction of the ruins of the stone pillars, his eyes as calm as if he had crushed an ant to death.
He took a step and walked over.
He kicked away a few pieces of gravel that were pressing on the man in gray, revealing the mangled body underneath.
The man in gray is not dead yet.
He was lying on his back in the rubble. His whole body was soaked with blood. His right arm was broken at the elbow. The wound on his left arm was still bleeding. A large piece of his chest collapsed. He had an unknown number of broken ribs. Every time he breathed, a stream of blood foam came out of his mouth.
The black cloth covering his face had long since disappeared, revealing a face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
He is in his forties, with a sallow face and thin muscles, high cheekbones, a pair of narrow eyes that are half-open and half-closed at the moment, and the pupils have begun to dilate.
Jiang Fa squatted down and looked at him.
"I'll ask you one last time."
"Who sent you?"
The man in gray turned his eyes with difficulty and looked at Jiang Fa.
His lips moved a few times, and a hoarse and broken breath came out of his throat.
Jiang Fa frowned and brought his ears closer.
"Want... to know...?"
The man in gray's pupils suddenly dilated, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat, and the last trace of life quickly disappeared like an ebbing tide.
"We'll know when... you... die..."
After saying the last word, his head tilted to the side and he completely lost his breath.
Jiang Fa straightened up and looked down at the corpse at his feet, frowning tightly.
Why are these people so tight-lipped? They would rather die than reveal any useful information to themselves...