"Huh!" The other party was obviously surprised by his speed, but the sword in his hand did not stop at all, and continued to stab him like a gazelle leaping over a cliff.
Seeing the sword strike as fast as a meteor, Zu'an was alarmed. He had encountered many sword masters before, but this person was arguably the best swordsman he had ever met.
While using a powerful wind to teleport dozens of feet away, he summoned Bai Ming to launch a mental attack on him, interfering with his next move.
Bai Ming's phantom screeched as it charged toward him, and the man laughed: "Drink today, for tomorrow we may die; tomorrow's troubles will come tomorrow."
He passed right through Bai Ming, and Bai Ming's phantom gradually dissipated.
Zu An's mind sank. This person was at least a Grandmaster, and his spiritual concentration was far superior to Zu An's, so Bai Ming's mental attack had no effect.
The key was that the opponent's swordsmanship was simply too amazing, perfectly timing his attack when his old strength had faded and his new strength had not yet risen.
With his current cultivation level, there is no limit to the number of times he can use the Great Wind. However, there is a cooldown period of a few seconds between each use, which is generally imperceptible to most people. In addition, his teleportation speed is so fast that even if someone notices it, they cannot seize that fleeting opportunity.
But the person in front of him was different. Although his figure was still behind him, his sword was faster than him. In the blink of an eye, he had reached Zu An.
Sword control technique?
Without a moment to think, Zu'an summoned the Tai'a sword and exchanged more than ten blows with the flying sword. No matter how tricky or strange the angle of the flying sword was, he blocked it one by one.
"Huh?" Now it was the other person's turn to be surprised. Although he hadn't used his full strength, it was unheard of for all his sword moves to be blocked.
At this moment, Zu'an also saw the other party clearly: a middle-aged man with a stubble beard, a few strands of curly hair on his forehead, and a sleepy look. He had a huge green gourd slung across his back, and even from a distance, he could smell the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him.
Despite the freezing weather, he was still wearing only a single layer of clothing, stained with what appeared to be old wine or oil stains, loose-fitting trousers, and even a pair of worn-out straw sandals.
He was incredibly slovenly. If it were an ordinary person, their first reaction would be that they were a dirty and smelly beggar. But this person was different. You could still vaguely see the handsome features of his youth in his eyes. But now, he gave off an impression of endless loneliness and desolation.
As Zuan sized up the man, the other man was also sizing him up.
Just now, due to being caught off guard, the sword energy tore a hole in Zu'an's clothes on his chest. Although he was not injured, the skin underneath was exposed.
At this moment, the disheveled middle-aged man's gaze suddenly fell on the flame-shaped pendant around his neck, and he couldn't help but stare intently.
"An assassin!"
Just then, a commotion arose not far away. If the guards of the city lord's mansion hadn't reacted quickly enough after the two had made such a commotion, they might as well have gone to their deaths.
Countless guards surrounded this area, among whom were several figures moving with incredible speed, clearly experts from the city lord's mansion.
Even experts from other parts of the city were rushing towards this place.
The disheveled middle-aged man gave Zu An a deep look, then with a flick of his body, he disappeared into the distance.
Zu An frowned slightly; it was clear he wouldn't be able to see Da Manman today. Given his current status, and not wanting to clash with the city lord's guards, he left in another direction.
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