From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

Pong!

A dull thud resounded, and bone fragments flew everywhere. Even a fifth-grade Dharma Body condensed from essence blood couldn't withstand the power of the earth's veins wielding a one-foot-long black iron blade.

But the next moment, new skeleton hands emerged from under Feng Ji's ribs. Chen Shi chopped one down, but Feng Ji still had hundreds more.

Feng Ji's Dharma body is called Netherworld Thousand Hands, which can condense hundreds or even thousands of white bone ghost claws!

The deeper one's cultivation, the more abundant one's essence and blood, the more perfect one's Dharma body, and the more ghost hands one can condense.

At this moment, Feng Ji had gathered over a hundred ghost hands, but he was only at the early stage of the fifth rank, after all, he was only in his thirties.

Even so, it's enough to sweep through all realms below the fifth rank.

If Chen Shi hadn't relied on his King-level Divine Body to overcome skill with brute force, and had the Xuan Tie One-Foot Blade as his handy weapon, he would have had no chance of fighting him at all.

But it was only a hard-fought battle; defeating Feng Ji would be extremely difficult.

"Whether it succeeds or not, we'll find out by trying."

In fact, ever since his last encounter with Feng Ji, Chen Shi had been thinking about how to break Feng Ji's Netherworld Thousand Hands technique.

If he also cultivates to the fifth rank of Asura realm, using his Dharma body against another Dharma body will naturally be no problem. But at the sixth rank, how to defeat someone of higher status from a lower position is the real challenge.

After racking his brains, Chen Shi could only come up with a clumsy solution, and he wasn't sure if it would work.

Now, let's give Feng Ji another chance to fight.

Chen Shi's expression hardened, and he slashed at Feng Ji with his sword again.

"Hmm? Could he be stupid?"

Seeing Chen Shi's blade coming at him, Feng Ji stood still and gave a cold laugh.

After their initial clash, both men retreated several steps, now standing more than ten steps apart. Even if Chen Shi could unleash his inner energy to a height of five feet, combined with the length of his arm, it would still be less than ten feet.

How can we reach it?

Even if you barely manage to reach him, and your blood energy explodes, how could you possibly break through his Netherworld Ghost Hand Technique?

In fact, Feng Ji believed from beginning to end that Chen Shi was able to break his Dharma body entirely because of this somewhat ugly divine weapon.

Chen Shi slashed down with his sword from a distance; what else could he be but a fool?

"……This is!"

But the next moment, Feng Ji's expression changed instantly as Chen Shi's knife flew straight towards him.

Disarming strike!

"court death!"

After regaining his senses, Feng Ji was not afraid at all; instead, he showed a look of joy on his face.

Chen Shi was able to contend with him entirely because of this knife. Now that the knife has flown out of his hand, what does he have left to rely on?

The reason why a trump card is so powerful is because it is used at the last crucial moment. If you use a trump card right from the start, wouldn't that be a joke?

Feng Ji swayed slightly, easily dodging the blade. At the same time, several skeletal white hands, each a dozen or so feet long, joined together and stabbed fiercely at Chen Shi.

Pong!

With a muffled thud, bone fragments flew everywhere again.

Chen Shi held a foot-long knife and easily chopped down the ghostly hand that was thrusting at him.

"this……"

Feng Ji's eyes widened instantly; Chen Shi also had a knife.

He actually had two of these divine weapons!

Holding the second Xuan Tie one-foot-long sword, Chen Shi smiled slightly. What divine weapon? It's just made of slightly better materials.

Although black iron is precious, given Chen Shi's current status, finding some to forge another one-foot-long sword would not be difficult.

Chen Shi came up with a clumsy way to deal with Feng Ji: double swords!

One strike is used to attack, the other to protect the body.

"It's just one more knife!"

Then, regaining his senses, Feng Ji let out a cold shout: "It's just an extra knife; what can it do to me?"

But the next moment, a gust of wind came from behind. In a glance, Feng Ji's expression changed again, and the foot-long knife that had been flung away suddenly changed direction and slashed straight at his back.

What's going on?!

Without thinking too much, Feng Ji immediately waved his Netherworld Ghost Hand to knock the flying knife away.

Bone fragments flew everywhere, and the knife bounced away, but as if drawn by some force, it returned to Chen Shi's hand.

Chen Shi stood with a somber expression, holding two swords in his hands.

"What kind of martial art is this?"

Feng Ji frowned. Could it be the technique of sword control?

But how could that be? The art of sword control is a closely guarded secret of the Jia family.

Just as Feng Ji was wondering, Chen Shi brandished his twin swords and charged forward again.

He was still some distance away when he once again released the slash.

Feng Ji used his Ghost Hand to block, but immediately Chen Shi pounced on him, slashing down with another knife in his hand.

Feng Ji's eyes widened, and he once again used his Ghost Hand to block.

Several ghostly hands were cleaved into dust by a single slash, while another flying blade spun around and returned, heading straight for Feng Ji's head.

Feng Ji frowned and could only use his Ghost Hand again to knock it away.

Meanwhile, Chen Shi, after a flurry of frantic slashing, was fortunately met with another flying knife. But before Feng Ji could attack, the foot-long knife that had been thrown had already returned to his hand.

The two swords kept alternating. Although it was still the same moves as before, you never knew which sword he would suddenly throw at you or pull back from which direction. Many new variations appeared out of nowhere.

Even with hundreds of ghost hands, Feng Ji was overwhelmed and at a loss for what to do.

"hateful!"

After exchanging blows for twenty or thirty rounds, Feng Ji roared angrily, his face full of rage.

It was an utter disgrace that a dignified fifth-rank grandmaster like him was rendered so humiliated by a sixth-rank master.

The next moment, regardless of how many knives he had, Feng Ji lunged at Chen Shi.

Chen Shi frowned and quickly retreated.

He distanced himself and looked at the crazed Feng Ji with an extremely solemn expression.

It's another fight where they trade lives for lives and injuries for injuries.

It is truly surprising that the second master of the Marquis's mansion would resort to such a desperate fighting style, and it is certainly not worthy of his status.

But it has to be said, this is indeed very troublesome.

The next moment, before Feng Ji could rush up, Chen Shi swung his sword again.

However, it was still blocked by Feng Ji's ghost hands. Even with the two swords alternating, it was by no means easy to break through Feng Ji's hundreds of ghost hands and find an opening or weakness.

Seeing Chen Shi's fear, Feng Ji became even more reckless, and simply kept rushing at him like a madman.

Chen Shi fought and retreated, slashing the outstretched ghostly hand while retaliating with throwing knives.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than ten rounds of blows.

"Um?"

As the saying goes, old moves are hard to master. After exchanging blows for dozens of rounds, Feng Ji gradually began to understand the tricks of the trade.

"I see!"

After a few more moves, Feng Ji suddenly shouted, his face full of contempt.

What sword-controlling technique? It's nothing more than using silk threads to change direction.

Therefore, this trick can be easily countered by simply cutting the connection point of the silk thread.

Thinking of this, and seeing the foot-long knife flying towards him again, Feng Ji's Ghost Hand no longer met it head-on, but instead directly slashed at the silk thread attached to the hilt of the knife.

"Oops."

Chen Shi's expression changed, and he hurriedly adjusted himself, putting away the one-foot-long knife.

"Haha, I knew it."

Seeing Chen Shi's reaction, Feng Ji became even more certain and couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.

Holding the two knives in his hands, Chen Shi couldn't help but frown.

Feng Ji guessed correctly; he was indeed using silk threads to draw blood, but these were not ordinary silk threads; they were formed from condensed blood and qi.

It was a wisp of air that soared through the void.

However, at this moment, it was not used to move the body, but to manipulate the thrown-out one-foot-long knife.

As the saying goes, "one trick is enough," but now that Feng Ji has seen through it, it will be difficult to use it again.

"Go to hell!"

While he was pondering, Feng Ji suddenly roared and pounced on him again.

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Seeing the aggressive Feng Ji, Chen Shi was also provoked and roared, grabbing his twin swords to meet him head-on.

Wasn't it supposed to be an exchange of injury for injury, a life for a life? Chen Shi didn't hesitate and slashed at him directly with his sword.

Feng Ji used one half of his bone hand to block, while the other half attacked Chen Shi. Chen Shi also had a knife in his hand to deal with the attacking ghost hands.

boom!

With overwhelming force, he chopped away dozens of ghostly hands. At the same time, with his remaining strength, he slashed at Feng Ji's chest, sending him flying.

Stab it!

At the same time, Feng Ji's ghostly hand stabbed into Chen Shi's lower abdomen.

After one move, both sides were severely injured.