The middle aged man's frenzied attacks also put a lot of pressure on Jianchen. After all, Jianchen had to use his full strength to block the middle aged man's attacks. It could be said that every time Jianchen blocked the middle aged man's attacks, he would use up a lot of his Saint Force. Jianchen's previous battle with the middle aged man had already used up more than half of his Saint Force. Now that he was heavily injured, Jianchen could only hold on for a short while before he started to feel a little weak. Blocking the middle aged man's attacks was becoming more and more difficult.
Jianchen had just entered the Saint realm, but he was able to contend with the middle aged man for so long. This wasn't just because of his high level of swordsmanship, but also because of his battle experience. If it was another person with the same level of strength as Jianchen, it would be hard to say if they would be able to survive after ten exchanges with the middle aged man.
After all, the difference in strength between a Saint and a Saint Master was just too great. In between, there was a gap of two whole stages.
The light green light once again streaked across the sky. When the Light Wind Sword in Jianchen's hand came into contact with the large glaive, it was no longer possible for him to block it. The Light Wind Sword was blocked by the large glaive, and under the pressure of the large glaive, the Light Wind Sword was no longer under Jianchen's control. In the end, the Light Wind Sword ruthlessly smashed into Jianchen's chest.
Jianchen's body was directly sent flying, and after flying for more than ten meters, he finally landed on the ground. A mouthful of blood uncontrollably rushed up from his throat and sprayed out from his mouth, filling the air with a bloody mist.
"Brat, let's see if you still have the ability to escape from my grasp. Obediently return with me." The middle aged man coldly laughed. Without giving Jianchen any time to catch his breath, his figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Jianchen. He extended his large hands towards Jianchen's neck.
Coldly looking at the middle aged man's rapidly approaching hands, Jianchen's eyes flashed with a sharp light. However, he sighed inwardly, "Ai, looks like I can only use my last move."
The last move was Jianchen's ultimate life-saving move. At the same time, it was also his only life-saving move in the Tian Yuan Continent — Sword Manipulation.
Sword Manipulation was a technique that Jianchen had only comprehended after his battle with Dugu Qiubai in his previous life. He had broken through right before his death.
However, just when Jianchen was about to use his ultimate move to deal with the predicament before him, a huge, fiery-red sword suddenly swept through the air. It directly slashed towards the middle aged man's hand that was reaching towards Jianchen.
Glancing at the huge, fiery-red sword from the corner of his eye, a sliver of disdain appeared in the middle aged man's eyes. He gently snorted and his hand that was reaching towards Jianchen immediately stopped. Afterward, a faint, azure light erupted from his hand, directly enveloping the middle aged man's hand. Afterward, the middle aged man's hand that was enveloped by azure wind-attributed Saint Force directly swung towards the incoming sword. In the end, he caught the sword firmly in his hand.
Using this opportunity, Jianchen forcefully endured his heavy injuries and crawled up from the ground. He instinctively looked at the person who had saved him. Just when he was about to thank him, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
The owner of the sword was a young man who seemed to be in his twenties. The young man's appearance was ordinary, the type that would stand out in a crowd. However, Jianchen was familiar with this young man. He was the mercenary that he had gotten along very well with along the way, Mu Yun.
The middle aged man sneered as he looked at Mu Yun who held the sword. He sneered, "You overestimate yourself."
A strange smile appeared on Mu Yun's face when he heard the middle aged man's words. He gently chuckled, "You're only a mid Saint Master. You're not much stronger than me, yet you dare to boast like that." As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Yun's huge, fiery-red sword shone brightly. The fiery-red light emitted a scorching heat. It was extremely obvious in the pitch-black night, dispersing quite a bit of the surrounding darkness. As the fiery-red light grew brighter and brighter, the temperature continued to rise. In just a few breaths of time, the huge, fiery-red sword was wrapped in a dazzling, fiery-red light. The light constantly pulsed, making it look like a sea of flames.
The middle aged man could not help but frown when he sensed the rapidly increasing temperature and the surging Saint Force on the sword. He then suddenly released the sword in his hand and viciously slapped the sword.
"Bang!"
Struck by the middle-aged man's powerful palm strike, Mu Yun's fiery greatsword was slapped to the side. However, Mu Yun had a certain amount of combat experience. Borrowing the strength of the greatsword, he actually turned around and made a circle in the air with the greatsword before slashing at the middle-aged man again.
"Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly. The large glaive in his hand flashed with a light green light. Then, he waved the glaive. Under the cover of a breeze, the glaive met the fiery red greatsword at an extremely fast speed.
Clang!
Mu Yun's sword and the glaive collided, producing a loud clang. The two Saint Weapons separated as soon as they came into contact. Mu Yun staggered back more than ten steps. On the other hand, the middle aged man's feet seemed to have taken root in the ground. He stood there as steady as a mountain, not even swaying in the slightest.
It was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker with a single glance.
Jianchen, who was standing on the side, saw this scene and understood. Mu Yun's strength was slightly weaker than the middle aged man, but he was definitely stronger than him. According to his estimation, Mu Yun's strength should be between the intermediate and advanced Great Saint. Even so, he was still not a match for the middle aged man. The middle aged man's wind-attributed Saint Force specialized in speed. In terms of attack power, it was far inferior to Mu Yun's fire-attributed Saint Force. After all, the fire-attributed Saint Force was recognized as the most powerful attack power apart from the two rarer attributes of light and darkness.
However, the middle aged man could completely suppress Mu Yun in a head-on battle with his wind-attributed Saint Force. If the middle aged man used his wind-attributed Saint Force to fight Mu Yun with his speed, Jianchen was certain that Mu Yun would not be able to last long in the middle aged man's hands.
If he and Mu Yun worked together to fight the middle aged man, Jianchen was confident that the two of them would be able to hold the middle aged man back.
Unfortunately, Jianchen had been heavily injured by the middle aged man several times. He was now heavily injured. His organs had all been severely damaged. In his current state, even standing there was an extremely difficult task for him, let alone helping out.
Forcing Mu Yun to retreat with one strike, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Without giving Mu Yun time to adjust, the green light on his glaive soared. His body left behind an illusory shadow as he appeared in front of Mu Yun in the blink of an eye. He slashed at Mu Yun's head with his glaive at an extremely fast speed.
The middle aged man did not hold back at all against Mu Yun. He directly tried to kill him as soon as he arrived. After all, there was nothing on Mu Yun that could interest him.
Mu Yun's expression turned solemn. He suddenly let out a roar and the greatsword in his hand instantly turned red. An even hotter temperature radiated from the greatsword. At the same time, a raging flame suddenly appeared and enveloped the greatsword completely. Mu Yun then swung the greatsword to meet the oncoming glaive head-on.
Just as Mu Yun's giant sword was swung out, it suddenly split into three fire snakes. Two of them carried monstrous flames to meet the glaive, while the last fire snake rushed towards the middle-aged man's face.
Boom!
The glaive and the two fire snakes collided, and suddenly a loud sound rang out. The two fire snakes that were burning with monstrous flames were directly split apart by the glaive, causing sparks to fly in all directions. From afar, it looked like a beautiful flower that was blooming. It was a different kind of scenery.
After dispersing the two fire snakes, the middle-aged man's glaive attack was also forcibly blocked. The third fire snake was still like a ferocious tiger, bringing along scorching heat and raging flames as it went straight for the middle-aged man's face.
Just as the third snake of fire approached the middle aged man's face, the middle aged man suddenly released his glaive. Powerful wind-attributed Saint Force gathered in a single moment before he slammed his hand toward the snake of fire.
When the hand collided with the snake of fire, there was a loud boom. The snake of fire was dispersed by the middle aged man's hand, causing sparks to fly in all directions again, dispersing the darkness in the surroundings.
After dispersing the snake of fire, the middle aged man did not continue his attack. He stared at Mu Yun in surprise and cried out, "That's a battle skill. You actually know a battle skill." No one noticed that the middle-aged man's drooping right hand had become incomparably red at this moment. Moreover, in terms of size, it was also a size larger than before.
Jianchen also glanced at Mu Yun in surprise when he heard the middle aged man's words. Jianchen was no stranger to battle skills. Instead, he knew extremely well that battle skills were an extremely precious cultivation method on the Tian Yuan Continent. Battle skills could be used to unleash attacks that were several times or even over ten times more powerful than cultivation methods. They were far more precious than cultivation methods, so they were not something a normal mercenary could possess. Jianchen had never thought that Mu Yun, who seemed like a normal mercenary, would actually possess something as precious as a battle skill. It had to be mentioned that battle skills were so rare and expensive on the Tian Yuan Continent that even Great Saint Masters could not possess them.
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