Like a hot knife through butter, the Light Wind Sword pierced through the middle-aged man's Saint Force. Even so, the speed of the Light Wind Sword was a bit slower than before. When the Light Wind Sword pierced through the middle-aged man's Saint Force barrier, the Light Wind Sword's tip paused for a moment before breaking through the barrier and continuing towards the middle-aged man. The middle aged man's two layers of defense only lasted for less than a breath of time before they were broken. Even so, it was enough to buy him enough time. By the time the Light Wind Sword broke through the two layers of defense, the middle aged man had already retreated a few meters away with the help of his wind attributed Saint Force.
The middle-aged man stood several meters away as he stared at Jianchen who had already sheathed his sword. His face became serious as he muttered, "What a fast speed."
Jianchen calmly stared at the middle-aged man without saying a word. In his heart, he felt that it was a pity. That sword strike just now was already the limit of his strength. Moreover, it was also the fastest speed he could achieve. If his full strength attack was dodged by the middle-aged man, then it would be very difficult for him to kill the middle-aged man. After all, the middle-aged man's strength was much higher than his own. Moreover, he had the Saint Force of the Wind Element and was an expert in speed. It could be said that Jianchen had already lost the upper hand against the middle-aged man.
No matter how exquisite his swordsmanship was, it would all be useless if it was not so fast that the opponent could not react to it. Moreover, Jian Chen did not dare to clash with the middle-aged man in a head-on battle when the difference in strength was so great.
"Your strength should have reached the level of a Saint Master, right?" Jian Chen calmly stared at the middle-aged man and asked.
The middle-aged man didn't hide anything and said, "Correct, my strength is indeed at the Intermediate Saint Master level." The middle-aged man paused for a moment as he stared at Jianchen with a strange light in his eyes and asked, "You aren't very strong and your Saint Force isn't of the Wind Element, but your sword strike just now was so fast that even I almost couldn't dodge it. I don't know how you managed to achieve such speed." The middle-aged man's voice was filled with curiosity. Right now, he really did want to know the answer to this question. As someone who possessed wind-attributed Saint Force, he would not care if someone surpassed him in any other aspect. However, if someone surpassed him in speed, it would be very difficult for him to just let it go, especially when the person who surpassed him in speed was weaker than him and did not possess wind-attributed Saint Force. The middle-aged man could not help but feel curious.
"Sorry, I can't answer that question." Jianchen's voice was very calm.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes turned cold and he said coldly, "If you tell me what method you used to increase your speed, I can let you go today. Otherwise, humph, do you really think that you are a match for me with that little bit of speed?"
"Whether I'm your opponent or not, you're welcome to try." Facing the middle-aged man's threat, Jianchen wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he exuded a strong fighting spirit. In his hand, the Light Wind Sword was already dyed red with blood and emitted a hazy sword aura.
The middle-aged man stared at Jianchen with a strange light in his eyes. In his heart, he still had some misgivings about Jianchen's sword strike because the speed of Jianchen's sword was so fast that even he couldn't match it. Even though he had the Wind Element which gave him an innate advantage in terms of speed, he still couldn't unleash an attack as fast as Jianchen's. In order to dodge that sword strike, he had already used all of his strength. If he had been just a step slower, he didn't doubt that his heart would have been pierced through.
Because of this, the middle-aged man was now somewhat afraid of Jianchen.
Moreover, the middle-aged man looked at Jianchen's Spiritual Energy Cloak and couldn't tell how many times Jianchen could unleash such a fast attack. If Jianchen could unleash an endless stream of attacks at the same speed, then the middle-aged man would have a hard time dealing with it.
Seeing that the middle-aged man wasn't attacking, Jian Chen was happy to be at ease. Just like that, he faced off against the middle-aged man. Jian Chen was extremely clear that it was basically impossible for him to kill the middle-aged man when the middle-aged man wasn't any slower than him. Right now, he could only keep the middle-aged man busy so that he wouldn't kill the weaker mercenaries. Once the experts of the mercenary group returned, he would directly throw the middle-aged man to them to deal with.
The battle in the field didn't stop because of Jianchen and the middle-aged man's standoff. The sounds of killing continued, and more and more corpses of mercenaries and bandits fell to the ground. The ground was completely dyed red with blood, and there were even small puddles of blood on the uneven ground.
The bandits were still fighting with all their might. Those who were able to survive until the end were either smart or had outstanding strength. Currently, the number of mercenaries and bandits was still at a relatively balanced stage.
After the middle-aged man and Jianchen's standoff, the middle-aged man finally made his move again. The large glaive in his hand emitted a light green light, and in the darkness of the night, it was like a bright light. Holding the two meter long glaive, the middle-aged man once again rushed towards Jianchen.
Seeing the middle-aged man rushing towards him, Jianchen's eyes flashed with a sharp light. His right hand gripped the Light Wind Sword even tighter as he took the initiative to meet the middle-aged man head-on.
The middle-aged man raised his faintly glowing glaive and directly swung it down at Jian Chen's head. He moved extremely quickly.
Facing the attack of a mid-level Saint Master, Jianchen didn't plan to meet it head on. Instead, he nimbly dodged the attack and counterattacked.
But just as Jianchen's sword was about to strike out, the middle-aged man's glaive suddenly changed direction in midair. With a whistling sound, the glaive flew towards Jianchen's Light Wind Sword.
Jianchen's face slightly changed as he immediately pulled back his Light Wind Sword. From the beginning to the end, he didn't want to meet the glaive head on.
Jianchen's Light Wind Sword was his Life Bound Saint Weapon. His entire life was tied to this seemingly weak Light Wind Sword. If the Light Wind Sword was damaged, then not only would Jianchen lose all of his martial arts, his life would also be in danger.
In the Tian Yuan Continent, there were many cases where the owner of a Saint Weapon had died because of it. However, even though a Saint Weapon was condensed from Saint Qi, once it was summoned out of the body, it would become incomparably hard. Moreover, it would also become stronger as the owner's strength increased. Unless the difference in strength was too great, then a Saint Weapon would not be easily damaged.
The middle-aged man's current strength was already at the Intermediate Saint Master level, which was two whole levels higher than Jianchen. Although Jianchen's Light Wind Sword and the glaive head on would not necessarily cause too much damage to the Light Wind Sword, the powerful recoil would still be too much for Jianchen to bear. Therefore, no matter what, Jianchen would not dare to meet the middle-aged man head on. After all, the only one who would suffer would be himself.
Once again dodging the middle aged man's attack, the middle aged man's defense revealed a small opening. Jian Chen's eyes flashed as he took advantage of this rare opportunity. Like a ghost, Jian Chen silently appeared behind the middle aged man. The Light Wind Sword in his hand emitted a sharp Sword Qi that transformed into a blood-red light as it pierced towards the middle aged man's back. The long sword pierced through the air, creating a sharp sound as if the air itself was being sliced apart. The sword's speed was even faster than before, reaching the middle aged man's back in an instant. But before the tip of the sword could make contact with the middle aged man's back, the Sword Qi emitted from the tip of the sword had already pierced through the middle aged man's back, piercing through his skin.
Feeling the sharp pain from his back, the middle-aged man's expression changed greatly, but he didn't show any signs of panic. He was already prepared for Jianchen's extremely fast attack. Immediately, a powerful Saint Qi surged out from his body and condensed into an energy barrier on his back to block the sword. At the same time, the middle-aged man's body began to glow with a light green light. At this moment, he had already raised his speed to the limit, leaving behind a series of afterimages. Just as Jianchen's Light Wind Sword was about to pierce his back, the middle-aged man had already moved half a meter to the side, escaping from the attack range of the Light Wind Sword.
The middle-aged man guessed that for Jianchen to be able to pierce out with such speed, he must have used all of his strength. At this moment, his defense was already at its lowest, so the middle-aged man took advantage of this rare opportunity. After dodging Jianchen's attack, he immediately raised his glaive up high. The glaive in his hand emitted a light green glow that gradually turned into a dazzling lamp under the night sky. The glaive left behind a beautiful green glow in the air as it slashed towards Jianchen at an extremely fast speed. This glaive contained the full strength of the middle-aged man's attack.
After exchanging blows with Jianchen several times, the middle-aged man had already experienced how difficult it was to deal with Jianchen. With Jianchen's rich battle experience, the middle-aged man didn't leave any openings for him to take advantage of. Whether it was attacking or dodging, the middle-aged man's moves were all flawless, leaving no openings for the middle-aged man to take advantage of. But this time, the middle-aged man had borrowed Jianchen's full strength attack to deal a heavy blow to Jianchen. Because of this, the middle-aged man didn't hold back at all.
The glaive cut through the air at an extremely fast speed. If it had been someone weaker, they wouldn't even have had the time to react.
"Hua!"
With a boom, the glaive that was enveloped in a layer of azure light chopped down on Jianchen's head without any obstruction. It passed through his body and landed heavily on the ground without slowing down at all.
With a boom, the glaive that contained the middle-aged man's full strength sank deeply into the ground. The powerful Saint Force on the glaive created a meter-wide crater in the surrounding soil. As dust flew into the air, Jianchen's figure was directly swallowed up.
However, the middle-aged man did not show any joy at all. Instead, he became extremely stern.
"An afterimage!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in his heart. However, just as this thought appeared in his mind, a strong sense of crisis spread throughout the middle-aged man's heart. The middle-aged man did not hesitate at all. His body leaned to the side with all his strength as if it was a conditioned reflex. At the same time, he immediately pulled out the large glaive in his hand from the ground and slashed behind him without looking.
"Ding!"
With a crisp sound, the middle-aged man's large glaive collided with a thin longsword covered in blood that had suddenly appeared and clashed with it.
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