Jia Zhengjing had a cold smile on his face. After so many years of honing his spear skills, how could he be so easily approached? With his peak fourth-grade Yuan Qi cultivation, this sweeping strike would be enough to cause the opponent's Yuan Qi to collapse.
However, the smile on his face quickly froze, because he felt as if his attack had hit a cotton ball and had not produced the expected effect.
"Your movement technique..." With his keen eyesight, he could easily see that the other party had used that amazing movement technique to deflect the force from the gun.
I had heard before that he had shone brightly with his strange movement technique in the competition between the Chu and Yuan families, but the intelligence personnel at the time also found that the movement technique only looked amazing at first, but actually had many flaws.
But the movements the opponent displayed when attacking or dodging me just now didn't match what the intelligence report described.
Zuan pushed off with his feet and charged straight at the other person. He heard the groan of the other person inside the trap and knew that the trap had not killed him, so he had to finish off the person in front of him quickly.
However, his several thrusts were all deflected by the spear. Jia Zhengjing's cultivation was far superior to his, and his combat experience was also far beyond his reach. He was not so easily hit.
Zuan's face was solemn, and his attack speed increased. Coupled with the eerie "Sunflower Illusion" footwork, his figure was truly like a ghost.
Sweat dripped down Jia Zhengjing's face. He finally understood why Yuan Wendong, a dignified fifth-rank official, was injured by Zu An. Everyone laughed at Yuan Wendong for being careless and underestimating his opponent, but only when they truly faced each other did he realize how terrifying the opponent's swordsmanship was.
It was clearly the Thirteen Basic Sword Techniques taught at the academy, but when he executed it, it was unpredictable and unpredictable, with each move exuding a strange quality. As a result, even though he was sweating, he felt a chill all over his body.
At first, he thought of attacking his opponent with his spear, but after a few moves, he was on the defensive for eight parts and attacked occasionally for the remaining two parts. After ten moves, several close calls made him not dare to attack anymore. He adopted a completely defensive stance, wielding his spear so tightly that it seemed to form a steel shield that covered his body.
He felt very frustrated. He was clearly much more skilled, but he could only resort to this underhanded fighting style.
As Zuan's dagger pierced through, it clashed with his spear several times, causing his hand to go numb. Several times he almost lost his grip and the dagger was knocked away, clearly indicating that the opponent's Yuan power was far stronger than his own.
After several attempts, Zu'an dared not make any rash moves, and circled around him, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
He knew that if the fight continued like this, he would have the absolute initiative, because his opponent would have no way to fight back. Once the opponent showed any intention to attack, his gun stance would be exposed, and he could take the opportunity to close in.
Moreover, the opponent cannot continue to defend like this. After all, the speed at which the opponent uses all their strength to swing the spear to protect their entire body is extremely terrifying, and there will eventually be a moment when they are exhausted.
After a while, Zu'an noticed that the circle of the opponent's spear was smaller than before, and knew that he must have realized the problem as well. He couldn't help but smile slightly, and his sword momentum became a little faster.
At this moment, Jia Zhengjing was so frustrated that his lungs felt like they were about to explode. He had never fought such a frustrating battle before. His opponent's cultivation and strength were clearly far inferior to his own, but with his unpredictable movements, he was completely powerless to fight back.
At first he was somewhat angry, but now his heart was ice-cold. As the saying goes, prolonged defense will inevitably lead to defeat. If this fight continues, he will surely perish in the end.
But if he were to retaliate now, he might die even faster. The black dagger in his opponent's hand seemed as strange to him as his movements. Every time it got close, it made the hairs on his body stand on end.
Suddenly, a strange change occurred. A dark figure leaped out of the trap pit, grabbed Zu An, and shouted, "Brother Jia, kill him quickly!"
It turned out that the dark figure was Zhen Liumang, who had fallen into the trap at the beginning. At this moment, there was still an arrow piercing his foot, and his body was covered with wounds.
Zuan cursed his carelessness. At first, he could still hear the other man's groans, but the sounds gradually faded. He subconsciously thought that the other man had been seriously injured and died. Little did he know that the other man had been lying in ambush, waiting for his chance.
What a cunning old fox!
He hurriedly tried to break free, but the other party's cultivation level was a whole realm higher than his, and his strength was obviously much greater, so he couldn't break free at all.
"Go to hell!" Zhen Liumang sneered. The other party's movement technique was too strange, but his actual cultivation was far inferior to theirs. So he used all his strength to crush his bones.
Even though I'm badly injured today, it's worth it to kill this guy. The young master said that whoever kills him will be richly rewarded.
However, he suddenly stiffened, as if all his strength had left him. The last thing he saw before he died was that the other person stabbed him in the arm with a dagger, and then a bunch of black and complicated runes spread out at the wound.
"What kind of dagger is this? It's so powerful..."
Zuan was not happy at all. Although the other party was dead, his hands were still wrapped around him. Although he was not completely unable to move as before, he could not break free for the time being.
No matter how amazing his movements are, having such a burden on his body naturally hinders his actions.
Jia Zhengjing's spear was already thrusting towards him like a death warrant. Without the advantage of agility, his opponent was nothing more than a moving target in his eyes.
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