Looking at the soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings in the hand of the ghost hand, Jiang Zhenshan's expression also became slightly solemn.

He had long heard that the ghost hand was hiding a hole card, and he only knew that it was an extremely alternative soft sword, but he didn't know what level of strength the ghost hand used to cast the soft sword was.

Now that he personally felt the extremely strong cold aura emanating from the soft sword in the ghost hand, Jiang Zhenshan knew that what would happen next would be a hard battle that would never stop to the death.

"Then let you see my soft sword, you should be able to die blindly." Ghost Hand said in a cold voice.

"Hmph, hubris!"

Jiang Zhenshan's feet sank, the strength under his feet surged, and his body suddenly rose up.

With a knife in his hand, he stepped away, like a high-speed tank, and slashed at the ghost hand again.

The Black Moon Broadsword is forged from a dense extraterrestrial meteorite, and its toughness is even stronger than that of the hardest diamonds on Earth.

And its weight is extremely amazing, it seems to be only a meter long blade, and the weight is at least hundreds of catties, let alone one hand for ordinary martial artists, even if it is held with both hands, it is difficult to lift it.

And this hundred-pound Black Moon Broadsword was like a plaything in Jiang Zhenshan's hands, and it was as light as a feather, but its power was like a giant mountain.

This time, Jiang Zhenshan's speed of the knife was significantly accelerated, and it was almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and Rao Yi could barely see a flash of black light in Chen Qingyang's eyes.

The wind suddenly rose, forming a swirling vortex centered on Jiang Zhenshan, enveloping him tightly.

The ghost hand looked cold, holding a soft sword, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

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His steps are light and strange, like stepping on snow without a trace, like walking rain without a trace, like falling leaves without a sound, and the whole person seems to be integrated into this dark night.

This kind of concealment is something that only a true top killer can do.

However, Jiang Zhenshan's strength is outstanding after all, he has already stepped into the peak of condensation a few years ago, and his strength is comparable to that of the old condensation peak strongman, even if the ghost hand footwork is weird, but he is not invincible in front of him.

"Huh!"

A cold light suddenly struck from the flank, and the soft sword of the ghost hand was like a poisonous snake showing its fangs, biting towards Jiang Zhenshan.

Jiang Zhenshan was not flustered, his body forcibly moved sideways for three points to avoid the fatal blow, and the black moon in his hand turned into a horizontal slash, and quickly counterattacked.

However, the blade of the knife was only slashed at an afterimage, and the ghost hand was unharmed.

The second time, the two were obviously still in the process of testing each other's strength, and they did not do their best.

"Boom!"

The swords collided again, and although the soft sword of the ghost hand was soft, it had a strange skill, which was wrapped around Jiang Zhenshan's Black Moon Knife in an instant, and then stabbed at Jiang Zhenshan's throat.

With this trick of the poisonous snake out of the hole, the ghost hand didn't know how many masters he had killed, including a few strongmen at the peak level of condensation.

He was confident that Jiang Zhenshan was defenseless, and he would not be able to dodge this sword at all.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce Jiang Zhenshan's throat, his arm shook violently, and the Black Moon Broadsword shook with it, and the power spread to all sides in rows of mountains and seas, and at the same time, the soft sword wrapped around the body of the knife was shaken away, and he escaped a catastrophe.

Chen Qingyang and Li Qingluan watched the battle from the sidelines, and it was also thrilling to watch.

Master duel, sure enough, there may be a deadly killing machine hidden between any move, if it weren't for Jiang Zhenshan's quick reaction, he would have already become a ghost under the sword of the ghost hand at this moment.

On the other side, the battle between Jiang Zhenshan's shadow guard and the ghost killer of the ghost hand became more and more intense, but with the advantage of numbers, the shadow guard faintly defeated the ghost killer, and it was only a matter of time before the outcome was lost.

"Boom!"

The temptation of the two seemed to end here, and the momentum on their bodies all climbed to the extreme, and the battle instantly entered a white-hot state.

The strength of the two is almost evenly matched, the soft sword of the ghost hand is used freely, tricky and weird, each sword hides a terrifying killing intention, and Jiang Zhenshan's every knife has a piercing sound of breaking the air, the knife is domineering and powerful, and the moves seem to be unremarkable, but every time it can block the attack of the ghost hand just right.

However, the battle situation is getting more and more intense, and no matter how powerful the master is, there are times when he makes mistakes, not to mention that both of them are martial artists who are proficient in killing and attacking, and in a crazy offensive state, their own defense will naturally be ignored.

Therefore, a few minutes later, both of them had wounds of varying degrees on their bodies, and soon after, they were blood-stained and scarred.

However, the speed of the two of them was not affected in the slightest, the soft sword of the ghost hand became more and more cold and tricky, and Jiang Zhenshan's knife was even more fierce and domineering, and no one refused to admit defeat.

The wind swept and howled, and the collision of swords and swords shook out an astonishing wave of qi, surging and spreading in all directions, and the battle had lasted for a full ten minutes.

But there is still no winner or loser!

The battle between the two is no longer a simple sword competition, but a life-and-death struggle, with no fancy swords and swords, and some are just endless killing intent.

In this kind of high-intensity battle, the consumption of the strength in the two people's bodies is amazing, and they have already turned pale, and the speed of their moves has slowed down.

Neither of them expected that the other party would be far more difficult than they imagined, and at their level of strength, they would be evenly matched, and it would be difficult to distinguish them in a short period of time.

Fighting to the end, it is no longer a simple competition of strength moves, but a competition of endurance and willpower.

Obviously, they were able to cultivate to such strength, and their endurance and willpower were far beyond what people could imagine, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the winner from the loser in a short period of time unless one side showed flaws.

The battle on the other side was almost coming to an end, and since the first Ghost Slayer was killed by the Shadow Guard, their situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, and it instantly became a one-sided slaughter.

In the end, the shadow guard killed all a dozen ghost killers without leaving any of them behind.

The ghost hand not far away obviously noticed this scene as well, and his face immediately became hideous.

The battle between him and Jiang Zhenshan seemed to be in a balance, and no one could help anyone, but I am afraid that any stone can tilt the scales, not to mention a group of shadow guards who are not weak.

If the shadow guard joins the battle, with the ghost hand in the state of less than thirty percent of the internal strength at the moment, he will definitely die.

Thinking of this, the ghost hand no longer loved to fight, and used a sword with all his strength to force Jiang Zhenshan to retreat, and then his body retreated frantically.

"Jiang Zhenshan, your head will be placed on you first, and I will definitely come to pick it up again in the future."

The sound did not stop, and the body of the ghost hand had fled a hundred meters away.

Looking at the ghost hand that was gradually moving away, Jiang Zhenshan's eyes were full of anger and helplessness, his speed was not as fast as the ghost hand, and he was seriously injured at this time, so he couldn't catch up with the ghost hand at all, so he could only watch him enter the dense forest and disappear into the night.

"I'm sorry, I tried my best." Jiang Zhenshan turned back to Chen Qingyang and said with a wry smile.

Chen Qingyang, who was originally sitting on the ground, suddenly got up, and a powerful momentum burst out from his body.

Under the healing elixir and his own metamorphosis recovery ability, he had recovered more than seventy percent of his strength at this time, and most of his body's external injuries had healed.

"Mr. Jiang, please take care of her for me." Chen Qingyang looked at Li Qingluan not far away and said.

Jiang Zhenshan's tired eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Chen Qingyang raised his head, looked at the direction where the ghost hand disappeared, and said in a calm and indifferent voice: "I'm going to kill him!" ”