Before the gray-robed man could reach him, seven green sword lights suddenly broke through the air with astonishing force. The gray-robed man saw this and was about to block it, but the seven sword lights suddenly turned in mid-air, scattered in all directions, and stabbed towards the gray-robed man again.
"Sword-wielding technique! This was the move that defeated me that day!" Yue Shan suddenly exclaimed.
"No, this is not sword control. These seven swords are made of magnets and are controlled by magnetic force, so they can perform these various changes in mid-air."
Just as Ren Ya finished her explanation, the man in gray suddenly burst into laughter, which made Zhou Yi, who was hiding in the woods, feel his eardrums vibrate.
"The Seven Deadly Whirlwind Swords, a mere trifle!" The man was seen standing motionless on the ground, and a three-foot faint golden aura was emitted from his body. There was a loud bang, and the seven Seven Deadly Whirlwind Swords made of black magnets fell to pieces everywhere like scrap copper and iron.
At this time, Lihen, the Victory Sword that had retreated from Zhou Yi's hand that day, finally walked out first, followed closely by the other four people. The man in black robe and Xinghuodong that day were also among them. It seems that this is the Yanmen Five Kills in the rumors in the martial arts world!
Li Hen's face turned pale, and he stepped forward and said, "Gray-robed man, what do you mean by this? Is it just a little trouble in the transaction today? You injured my men and destroyed my village gate. Are you going to fight to the death with our Yanmen Five Killers?"
"A fight to the death? Haha!" The gray-clothed man laughed contemptuously, "With you? The Seven-string Invisible Sword Palace Shang Yu? The Hundred Victory Sword Li Hen? The Seven Absolute Whirlwind Sword Gu Fan Yuan Ying? The Flying Stars on the Grass? Or that weak Hua Tuo Needle, Yan Yurou? You don't know your own abilities!"
"You..." Li Hen was about to draw his sword and step forward, but was suddenly grabbed by Gong Shangyu.
The leader of the Yanmen Five Killers walked up to the gray-clothed man and said respectfully, "Excuse me, sir, what do you want?"
"Me?" The man in gray laughed twice and said, "I just want you to die!"
"Why?" Xinghuo asked anxiously, "Aren't we partners? We robbed the government silver together, and we hope you can smelt it?"
"You are nothing but cannon fodder. Now that we have the government silver, you are no longer useful!" The man in gray waved his hands helplessly and said, "You can only blame yourself for being too greedy. The current result is all your own fault!"
"Whoosh!" A sharp sound of breaking wind was suddenly heard. Before the man in gray could finish his words, Li Hen's Victory Sword had already broken through. The giant sword weighing over a hundred pounds came down from top to bottom, hitting his head. It was definitely something that could not be underestimated!
Unexpectedly, the man in gray suddenly raised his hand, changed his palm into a grab, and with a sudden clasp, the heavy Baisheng Sword was easily grasped in his hand like a light piece of iron.
Once the war started, it was already a situation that was difficult to back down from!
The other members of the Yanmen Five Killers did not hesitate and immediately launched a counterattack! Sound waves, hidden weapons, knife lights, and sword shadows whistled from all directions towards the burly figure in the field that looked like a demon.
However, all the attacks only hit the light golden wall of air three feet outside the gray-clothed man's body, making it difficult for them to move forward. These three feet were like a natural moat, blocking them outside.
A moment later, the man in gray raised his sleeves and turned his wrist, and a strong airflow rolled up out of thin air. No matter whether it was Li Hen, who was using the Baisheng Blade nearby, or Yan Yurou, who was using the Hua Tuo Needle and was ten feet away just now, they were all blasted several feet away involuntarily. The man in gray flew into the air, and it seemed that he no longer had any interest in this battlefield that had already ended.
"With the next blow, I will end all of you here!"
The deep and heavy voice seemed to sentence their lives.
There was a sudden thunder in the sky, resounding through the distant sky, followed by wild thunder and lightning, and heavy rain, which became increasingly violent.
The man in gray slowly raised his palm, feeling the rain falling from the sky, and suddenly laughed: "You ants, when you are dying, there is still this rain to see you off, it is not in vain!"
Suddenly, a powerful, hot, and war-like being appeared within his perception range. He turned his head abruptly, looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, and murmured, "Someone is coming!"
When one reaches the level of the Gray-Clothed Man, he has already reached a level far beyond worldly martial arts. With his spiritual perception, he is able to sense many things that ordinary people can never understand, such as - the opponent!
At this moment, the Yanmen Five Killers lying on the ground were already panicking, their eyes fixed on the direction the gray-clothed man was looking at. After a few breaths, a shadow slowly appeared as expected, stepping on the ground water and walking towards them step by step.
Wearing black clothes, a bamboo hat, and holding a long sword in his hand, the man appeared in everyone's sight, the bamboo hat covered his face, the rain flowed down his clothes, flowed onto the sword, and slowly fell to the ground.
Tang Shangxin, hiding in the dense forest, swallowed hard. This scene was so Jianghu-like. Only in classical martial arts movies can such a scene appear, the killer walked out of the rain, and the whole world was left with only this sword, a sword for killing, a very Jianghu-like sword.
Li Hen on the ground looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel dazed. He was a rational man and naturally not as dreamy as Tang Shangxin thought, but he still hoped that the figure in front of him could defeat the man in gray, because this was their only hope.
The two men's eyes were sharp, like divine weapons, clashing in the void. Their spiritual senses suddenly spread out, and a fierce confrontation on the spiritual level began.
The spirit of the man in gray was like a ball of scorching fire that could burn the entire world, while the swordsman in front of him was like a still deep pool. Although seemingly motionless at first glance, it actually concealed an astonishing power.
The man in gray was not afraid but happy. He let out long roars towards the sky. It had been a long time since he met such a good opponent!
Next moment!
A powerful and indestructible true energy blasted out from the gray-clothed man's hands and crashed into the swordsman in front of him at an astonishing speed.
Then came the strange sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls, inaudible at first, as if out of reach, but in an instant they resounded throughout the entire space, shocking people's eardrums, drowning out the thunder in the sky, and covering up the howling strong wind.
The swordsman's eyes were already blurry at the moment. A few feet away, his sight was blinded by the heavy rain, and everything was white. But with his spiritual sense, he had keenly sensed the unstoppable and powerful attack of the man in gray!
The hand holding the sword suddenly lifted up from the bottom, bringing up a curtain of rain, which turned into an incomparable green sword light, tearing the sky and splitting the earth as it rushed towards the direction of the man in gray!
With a loud "bang", the sword light and fist light dissipated almost at the same time, and the two figures retreated several steps at the same time.
There was a sudden glimmer of cunning in the gray-clothed man's eyes as he looked at the swordsman.
"The blue sky and the red dust? You just can't get drunk even if you drink a thousand cups?" (To be continued)