Even though only less than half of his neck’s skin and flesh remained connected, he dared not focus his attention on himself.
Because he felt Jiang Ning’s sudden surge of murderous intent, the looming sense of danger suffocated him.
Whoosh!
Jiang Ning moved again, his form splitting, and in Fang Daoquan’s eyes appeared three figures.
All three figures looked identical, revealing no changes or mysteries.
He felt an ominous sensation in his heart.
Then, Jiang Ning struck again.
As the sword moved, the void transford, and the light distorted.
Accompanied by his eyelids slightly closing.
Whoosh—
The long sword pierced his body once more, penetrating his chest, blood mist exploding behind him.
"How could this be!!" he thought to himself, feeling ominous.
This sword strike, he only saw Jiang Ning draw his sword, yet before he could make any preparations, his body was already injured.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" A thought arose in his heart.
The long spear in his hand swept towards Jiang Ning.
With this sweep, he felt unbearably awkward once again.
The attack remained fierce as ever, but the spearhead swept less than five feet in distance, taking far longer than before.
This change in timing caused his sweep to miss again.
Clang!
Just as his old power waned and new power was born, Jiang Ning’s sword struck his gun once more.
This blow instantly made his tiger’s mouth numb.
For a mont, he couldn’t summon strength in his arms.
Suddenly, he saw the intertwined sword shadows around him suddenly contract, drawing towards his chin.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Despair filled his heart, he knew where this sword was aid.
Whoosh—
As flesh was severed, the junction of bones was severed as well.
Fang Daoquan’s vision suddenly spun, seeing the surrounding scenery, seeing another battlefield tilted due to Feng Zhen, and seeing the clouds change overhead.
"I... how could I die like this!" The last remaining thought made him feel sowhat amused.
At this mont.
Jiang Ning stood with his sword withdrawn.
The sword had accurately struck Fang Daoquan’s throat.
Already, only the last bit of flesh was connected, and under this sword, it was completely severed, the head flying away.
This kind of injury, no matter how astonishing Fang Daoquan’s Martial Arts were, it completely extinguished his life force.
Whoosh——
Looking at the headless corpse, Jiang Ning exhaled a breath of impure energy.
The profound mystery of the Taixu Yin Yang Sword was perfectly displayed in the recent battle.
To conceal his identity, many of his techniques could not be shown.
He decided only to use swordsmanship.
Because the swordsmanship was newly practiced, the world had no knowledge his swordsmanship had already reached quite a high level, with deep mastery.
Using swordsmanship in this battle, besides those few aware individuals, others could not possibly associate him now with his previous self.
In the engagent with Fang Daoquan, he also discovered that he could suppress him with his physique and foundation.
However, to kill Fang Daoquan was not so simple.
Among Martial Artists, without a significant disparity in strength, it is very difficult to kill directly.
This is all due to the overwhelmingly strong life force.
Strong enough that, like Fang Daoquan, he could ignore ordinary flesh wounds.
Even if the heart was destroyed, such an injury did not affect Fang Daoquan’s ability to continue fighting.
So just relying on physique and the Yin Yang Soft and Hard Sword technique, he could not quickly take down Fang Daoquan.
But when he activated the Taixu Yin Yang Sword, it was different.
Even at the Master level, the effect of the Taixu Yin Yang Sword was startling.
Facing the unfathomable Taixu Yin Yang Sword, Fang Daoquan suddenly lost the ability to counter.
He could only be passively attacked.
Unable to discern the aggression of his sword technique, nor grasp his movents.
In close-combat fighting, a tiny miscalculation can lead to a massive error.
Activating the Taixu Yin Yang Sword makes not only the sword technique unfathomable but also the movent technique.
His heart stirred, giving rise to so sentints.
Then, he composed his Heart Spirit, cutting off distracting thoughts, and his gaze refocused on Fang Daoquan’s flying head.
He saw Fang Daoquan’s eyes still moving as the head rolled to the ground, clearly indicating consciousness hadn’t fully dissipated.
"Life force is truly stubborn!" He said faintly.
Then his gaze shifted to the other side, towards the battlefield where Feng Zhen was.
At that mont, the battle there had also reached a fever pitch.
No one could spare the thought to pay attention to him here.
With just a glance, he knew with Feng Zhen on the scene, the scales of victory would soon tilt further.
Given enough ti, Feng Zhen could surely secure the victory, forcing these people to devastate Zhi Xuan Mountain.
But this result was not what he needed.
He needs to expand the battle damage of Zhi Xuan Mountain, ensuring that even if it survives this calamity, it won’t have the capability or the desire to seek trouble far away in Dongling County.
Thinking of this point.
He clenched his long sword, his figure flickered, and he charged towards the battlefield where Feng Zhen was located.
Whoosh—
Accompanied by the gust of wind, brushing past his cheeks, this ti Feng Zhen noticed the sword edge sweeping past the corner of his eyes.
The next mont.
Slash—
The long sword instantly pierced through a Grandmaster’s heart chamber.
Only then did Feng Zhen notice that the person wielding the sword was the man wearing the silver mask.
At this mont.
Jiang Ning withdrew his sword, and several blossoms of blood blood again.
Slash—
Another stab, the air torn asunder.
The long sword swept through the air, instantly piercing the brows of the sa Grandmaster from just before.
Imdiately, Jiang Ning’s long sword shook, power erupted, and the Grandmaster’s head, pierced through the brows, turned into a ss of pulp.
"Sir, what should I say to you?!" Looking at Jiang Ning’s upright form, Feng Zhen couldn’t help but open his mouth.
"Why can’t it be ?" Jiang Ning said calmly.
"Where is Fang Daoquan?" Feng Zhen instinctively asked.
Then, he glanced towards the battlefield where the silver-masked man and Fang Daoquan had just engaged.
His pupils shrank abruptly.
Because he saw a headless corpse standing tall.
He saw the severed head rolling on the ground.
Whether from the head, or from the standing headless corpse, he could tell that person was Fang Dao.
Seeing this scene.
A great wave surged in his heart.
What kind of person was Fang Daoquan?
He was one of the Peak Masters of Zhi Xuan Mountain, the number one figure below the Mountain Master.
A top-ranked Grandmaster of this existence.
Over these years, he further advanced by leaps, only requiring the final seamless step to enter the ranks of Second Grade Grandmaster.
Entering Second Grade Grandmaster with the foundation of a top Grandmaster.
Though far inferior to a Title-level Grandmaster.
But he was also a potential seed, with half the chances in the future to beco a Title-level Grandmaster, reaching a level comparable to Yun Shanhe and the Purple Robe Marquis.
Yet now, such a top figure is dismbered, devoid of life force.
This instantly gave Feng Zhen an unreal feeling.
This kind of person, how could he die so hastily?
His heart was instantly unsettled.
Monts later.
He cald his inner turmoil, regained his focus.
Only then did he notice Jiang Ning had already entered the battle once more.
One step, one sword.
One step striding over several feet, even further.
One sword would take away a life.
Each sword thrust left a bloody hole between the brows.
As the sword moved, a mixture of red and white matter sprayed out instantly.
Hiss!!
He couldn’t help but take a cold breath inwardly.
Grandmaster figures, famous for their prowess, now in the hands of this silver-masked man, were indeed as easily dispatched as chickens and dogs.
No effort at all!
"Who exactly is he??" Feng Zhen was secretly startled.
At this mont, Jiang Ning continued to charge towards the entrance of Middle Finger Peak.
Showing no rcy at all.
In today’s battle, he must see that Zhi Xuan Mountain suffers the most damage possible.
Furthermore, the Purple Robe Marquis had earlier arranged the Fengming Army to blend into the Vast Forest, clearly intending to wipe out Zhi Xuan Mountain utterly.
If so, he had no reason to hold back.
The Purple Robe Marquis’ thoughts aligned with his interests.
The more severely Zhi Xuan Mountain’s life force was hard, the more advantageous it was for him.
"Zhou Sheng, do you truly want to fight to the death!!!" Overhead, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed!
Hearing this voice, Jiang Ning looked up.
Though he didn’t see their figures, obscured by the mountain.
But he saw the clouds shatter due to this shout.
"Yun Shanhe, we’ve long been at a fight to the death!" The Purple Robe Marquis’ voice rang out calmly, then he added, "As long as I’m here, don’t even think about going down to rescue!"
Though slow and low, the voice’s penetrating power was extrely strong, echoing in every corner of the field, almost simultaneously resonating in everyone’s ears.
Their words clearly showed they had been aware of the commotion below.
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