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

He had long heard that the ghost hand had a trump card hidden. He only knew that it was an extremely alternative soft sword, but he did not know how strong the ghost hand used the soft sword was.

Now that I personally felt the strong cold air emitted from the ghost hand holding the soft sword, Jiang Zhenshan knew that the next one would be a hard battle.

"Then let you see my soft sword, you should be able to die with your eyes closed." Ghost Hand said coldly.

"Hmph, arrogant!"

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

He held the knife in one hand and stepped away, like a high-speed tank, slashing at the ghost hand again.

The Black Moon Sword is cast by high-density meteorites, and its toughness is even stronger than the hardest diamonds on Earth.

Moreover, its weight is extremely amazing. It seems to be a blade that is only one meter long and weighs at least hundreds of kilograms. It is difficult for ordinary warriors to lift even if they hold it with one hand.

This black moon sword weighing hundreds of pounds was like a toy in Jiang Zhenshan's hands. It was as light as a feather, but its power was like a giant mountain holding the sky.

This time, Jiang Zhenshan's speed of his knife was significantly accelerated, and it was almost difficult for the naked eye to distinguish. Even in Chen Qingyang's eyes, he could only barely see a flash of black light flashing.

The strong wind suddenly rose, forming a rotating vortex with Jiang Zhenshan as the center, wrapping him tightly.

The ghost hand looked cold, holding a soft sword in his hand, and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

His steps were light and weird, like stepping on snow without traces, like walking on rain without patterns, like falling leaves silently, and his whole body seemed to be integrated into this dark night.

Only a real top killer can do such hidden means.

However, Jiang Zhenshan is extremely strong after all. He has already reached the peak of Ningjin several years ago. His strength is comparable to that of the old Ningjin Peak Strongman. Even though the ghost hand steps are weird, he is not invincible in front of him.

"Swish!"

A cold light suddenly came from the flanks, and the Ghost Hand's soft sword was like a poisonous snake showing its poisonous fangs, biting Jiang Zhenshan.

Jiang Zhenshan was calm and unhappy. He forced his body to move horizontally and avoided the fatal blow. The black moon in his hand turned into a horizontal cut and quickly counterattacked.

However, the blade only slashed on a afterimage, and the ghost hand was unharmed.

In the second fight, the two of them were obviously still in the process of testing each other's strength, and neither of them tried their best. For a while, the battle seemed fierce, but in fact they all left three points of strength.

"Clang!"

The sword collided again. Although the Ghost Hand's soft sword was soft, it had a strange trick. It instantly wrapped around Jiang Zhenshan's Black Moon Sword, and then stabbed Jiang Zhenshan's throat.

With this move of poisonous snakes coming out of the hole, Ghost Hand killed countless masters, including several strong men at the peak of Ningjin.

He was confident that Jiang Zhenshan could not avoid this sword without any defense.

Seeing the tip of the sword about to pierce Jiang Zhenshan's throat, his arm suddenly shook, and the Black Moon Sword shook, and its power swarmed around in a row of overwhelming force. At the same time, it shook the soft sword wrapped around the sword and escaped the disaster.

Chen Qingyang and Li Qingluan watched the game from the side, which was also thrilling.

In the duel of masters, there may indeed be a fatal murderous intent hidden in one move. If Jiang Zhenshan hadn't reacted quickly, he would have become the deceased soul under the sword of the ghost hand.

On the other hand, the battle between Jiang Zhenshan's Shadow Guard and Ghost Hand's Ghost Killer became increasingly fierce, but with the advantage of numbers, Shadow Guard vaguely surpassed Ghost Killer, and the outcome was only a matter of time.

"Clang clang!"

The two of them seemed to have ended here, their auras rose to the extreme, and the battle instantly entered a white-hot state.

The two of them were almost equally strong. The Ghost Hand's soft sword was freely used, and it was tricky and weird. Each sword hidden a terrifying murderous intent. Jiang Zhenshan's every sword was filled with a harsh sound of breaking through the air. The sword was domineering and sharp. The moves seemed ordinary, but they could block the Ghost Hand's attack just right at every time.

However, the battle situation is getting worse and worse, and even the most powerful masters will make mistakes. What's more, both of them are warriors who are proficient in killing and attacking. When they attack in a crazy state, their own defense will naturally be ignored.

Therefore, a few minutes later, both of them had unrestrained wounds on their bodies, and soon afterwards, their long gowns were stained with blood, covered with scars.

However, the speed of the two of them was not affected at all. The Ghost Hand's soft sword became more and more cold and tricky, and Jiang Zhenshan's sword was even more fierce and domineering, and no one was willing to admit defeat.

The strong wind swept and howled, and the collision of swords and swords shocked and surging, spreading wildly around. The battle lasted for a full ten minutes.

But there is still no winner!

The battle between the two is no longer a simple battle between swords and swords, but a battle of life and death. One sword is not a bit fancy, but only endless murderous intent.

With this high-intensity battle, the energy consumption of the two of them was extremely amazing. They were already pale and their moves slowed down accordingly.

Neither of them expected that the other party was much more difficult than they thought. At their level of strength, it was even more difficult to distinguish in a short period of time.

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

Obviously, they can cultivate such strength, and their endurance and willpower are far beyond imagination. If they want to decide the winner in a short time, it is almost impossible unless one side reveals a flaw.

The battle on the other side was almost coming to an end. Since the first ghost killer was killed by the Shadow Guard, their situation suddenly took a sharp turn and instantly became a one-sided massacre.

In the end, the Shadow Guard killed more than a dozen ghost killers without leaving any one.

The ghost hand not far away obviously also discovered this scene, and his face immediately became ferocious.

The battle between him and Jiang Zhenshan seemed to be in the same balance, and no one could do anything to each other, but a random stone would probably tilt the balance, not to mention a group of strong shadow guards.

If the Shadow Guard joins the battle, with the ghost hand at this moment, he will definitely die without a doubt.

Thinking of this, Ghost Hand stopped fighting and used his sword with all his might to force Jiang Zhenshan to retreat, and then his body retreated crazily.

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

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

Looking at the ghost hand gradually moving away, Jiang Zhenshan's eyes were full of helplessness. His speed was not as fast as the ghost hand. In addition, he was seriously injured at this time and could not catch up with the ghost hand. He could only watch him enter the dense forest and disappear into the darkness.

"Sorry, I've tried my best." Jiang Zhenshan turned around and said with a wry smile at Chen Qingyang.

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

With the healing medicine and his own perverted recovery ability, he had recovered more than 70% of his strength at this time, and most of his physical injuries were healed.

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

Jiang Zhenshan narrowed his tired eyes slightly and asked, "Where are you going?"
Chapter completed!