Jianchen wasn't afraid in the slightest. Wielding his Light Wind Sword, he charged forward and the two once again engaged in a fierce battle.
This time, Jian Chen was able to fully utilize his advantage. Using his profound movement technique, he was able to deal with the old man while using the Light Wind Sword to continuously stab at the old man. Facing the old man's attacks, Jian Chen did his best to avoid them. From beginning to end, he did his best to avoid clashing with the old man's Saint Weapon. Only when he was unable to dodge would he use the Light Wind Sword to block.
The dagger in the old man's hand flew up and down under his nimble control. The old man had already reached a level of mastery over the use of the dagger. He was able to use the dagger to perfection, always stabbing out with lightning speed at Jian Chen's heart when he wasn't paying attention.
The two figures quickly shuttled through the field. The wind brought about by their rapid movements had gradually turned into gusts of wind, blowing the surrounding weeds and powder that had already fallen to the ground in the air once again.
Although the two figures were constantly moving back and forth, under Jianchen's deliberate control, their weapons rarely clashed. The more the old man fought, the more depressed he became. In the end, he only felt a stomach full of anger. He was clearly stronger than his opponent, but because his opponent had the advantage in speed and reaction time, he couldn't do anything to his opponent. Moreover, there were many times when even with his strength as a Great Saint Master, he was forced into a state of panic by the frightening speed of the sword, almost to the point where his life was hanging by a thread.
"Kid, if you're a man, then fight me to your heart's content. What's the point of fighting like this?" After fighting for a while, the old man finally couldn't hold it in any longer and shouted.
Hearing this, Jianchen's face revealed a trace of ridicule and said, "Using one's weakness against another's strength is not a wise choice. Do you think I'm that stupid?"
The old man was suddenly at a loss for words. Then, he stopped talking. An intense killing intent flashed in his eyes. His hands moved even faster. Every move of his dagger was aimed at Jianchen's vital points. Clearly, he had decided to kill him.
Sensing that the old man had no intention of showing any mercy, Jianchen's eyes flashed with a cold light. The speed of his sword suddenly increased, becoming twice as fast as before. The sword shadows that filled the sky overlapped, and it looked like the entire space was filled with countless sword shadows. It was impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.
As Jianchen used his full strength, the pressure the old man faced immediately increased. Although he had the strength of a Great Saint Master and his speed wasn't slow, he still couldn't be compared to Jianchen. Soon, he was forced into a panic by Jianchen.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, within the sword shadows that filled the sky, a sharp sword suddenly appeared. Before the old man could even react, the sharp blade of the sword had already cut through his right wrist.
The pain from his wrist caused the old man to be slightly startled. But in the next moment, the Light Wind Sword once again filled the sky with sword shadows and pierced towards the old man.
The old man quickly waved his dagger, creating an impenetrable defense in front of him. At the same time, he retreated.
However, just as he was about to retreat, the old man's body suddenly stopped. At the same time, a bloody sword pierced through the old man's throat and came out from under his chin.
He didn't know when, but Jianchen was already standing behind the old man. The Light Wind Sword had already pierced through the old man's neck, and the other end of the sword pierced through his throat.
The old man's eyes were lifeless as he stared at the sword that had pierced through his throat. His eyes were filled with disbelief. At the same time, his mind was filled with questions. He didn't know when Jianchen had appeared behind him, but he didn't even notice.
However, the old man didn't have the chance to ask these questions. His body remained in the same position for a while before slowly falling to the ground. His eyes were wide open as he died with remaining grievances.
Slowly pulling out the sword, Jianchen let out a long breath. The battle with this Great Saint Master had taken a lot of his energy. Now that the battle was over, he couldn't help but feel a bit out of breath.
Jianchen withdrew the Light Wind Sword and looked at the old man lying on the ground. He helplessly sighed and muttered, "Ten years of cultivation was destroyed in a single day. Ai, why did you have to do this? If you hadn't been consumed by greed, how could you have ended up like this?" After sighing inwardly, Jianchen took off the old man's spatial belt. After rummaging through it, he took out all of the items that had been inside.
The old man's spatial belt didn't have as many monster cores as Jianchen had expected. There were only about fifty of them, but the lowest was a rank 2 monster core. There wasn't a single rank 1 monster core. More than half of them were rank 2 monster cores, and there were about twenty rank 3 monster cores. There was also one rank 4 monster core. Other than the monster cores, Jianchen also took out about seventy purple crystal coins from the old man's spatial belt.
After storing the monster cores and purple crystal coins into his own Space Belt, Jian Chen rummaged through the old man's Space Belt again. Suddenly, his face changed and he took out a piece of white fur from his Space Belt.
This piece of white fur was about the size of a palm and was covered with soft white hair. It was very comfortable to hold in one's hand and even gave off a warm feeling.
"This piece of fur …" Jianchen looked at the piece of white fur in his hand with surprise. He immediately threw away the old man's spatial belt and took out an exquisite spatial ring from his own spatial belt. He then took out a red silk pouch.
This red silk pouch was the one that Jianchen's mother, Bi Yuntian, had given to him before he left. It was the Bi family's heirloom.
Jianchen nimbly opened the silk pouch and took out a piece of white fur. He casually shook it and unfolded it. The piece of fur inside the silk pouch was actually about the size of a palm.
Jianchen held the two pieces of fur and compared them with each other. The surprise in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. This was because he discovered that not only were the two pieces of fur identical in size, but they were also made from the same material. It was as if the two pieces of fur were cut from the same piece of fur.
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