Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 139: Killing

When the middle-aged man holding the token left, Tian Xionglie waved his hand and said, "Take it carefully for me, observe the surrounding traces, and find out where he escaped."

After losing the trace of Jian Chen, Tian Xionglie and his party could only start to search based on the traces Jian Chen left along the way, and the difficulty level increased a lot.

In a dense jungle outside the Warcraft Mountains, Jian Chen sat under a big tree with a pale face, and carefully picked out the broken stones that had shot into his body with the tip of the Light Wind Sword. When he came out, the bright red blood had completely turned his clothes red.

When the sharp tip of the Qingfeng Sword pierced into the flesh, the piercing pain that came out was like waves, hitting Jian Chen's nerves and brains again and again, causing Jian Chen's entire forehead to be so painful. There was a fine layer of sweat beads.

When the last gravel in his body was taken out of the body, Jian Chen finally let out a slight moan, and his whole body leaned weakly against the thick tree trunk behind him, panting heavily.

After resting for a while, Jian Chen listened attentively to the movements around him, and after confirming his safety, he immediately sat cross-legged. Then, a layer of faint white brilliance suddenly appeared, wrapping Jian Chen's real body in it, and, The white brilliance continued to become thicker, and after a few breaths, a dazzling milky white light had formed, and Jian Chen's entire body was submerged by this milky white light, and he could only vaguely see a vague figure from outside. .

The milky white light lasted for less than half an hour before it gradually dissipated. When the light dissipated, Jian Chen's figure was reappeared, but at this moment, the paleness on his face had disappeared, and he had returned to normal. The skin color, and the wounds on his body have completely disappeared, and there is not even a scar at the original injured place.

Jian Chen didn't wake up, and continued to sit cross-legged on the ground to restore his holy power. He had gone through a series of battles before, and after running away with all his strength, his holy power was also consumed a lot. At this moment, the holy power in his body His strength is almost exhausted. In this mountain range where monsters are everywhere, and there are Tianxionglie and others who will find him at any time, he can only face this situation at any time by maintaining his full power possible hazard.

Time passed unknowingly and quickly, Jian Chen sat cross-legged on the ground to restore the power of the saint for three hours, during this time his body did not move, he did not even lift his eyelids, Fang Buddha is a Like an old monk in meditation, he has completely lost his perception of the external situation.

At this moment, on the side of the big tree behind Jian Chen, a one-foot-thick boa constrictor quietly approached Jian Chen with its tongue sticking out. In front of Jian Chen, the slightly small head compared to the body slowly stretched over Jian Chen.

When the snake head was less than a foot away from Jian Chen, Jian Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes. Following a flash of cold light, the silver-white Light Wind Sword instantly appeared on his right hand. In the middle, it turned into a blurred sword shadow and pierced out suddenly at a speed as fast as lightning.

"puff!"

The sharp tip of the Qingfeng Sword accurately pierced the python's seven inches blind, and the sharp sword energy contained in the sword instantly smashed the python's heart into pieces.

Jian Chen didn't even look at the boa constrictor, retracted his light wind sword, sat cross-legged under the tree again, closed his eyes and continued to recover. Although he looks like an old monk in meditation, Jian Chen has always been vigilant about the surrounding environment. In the Warcraft Mountains where there are monsters appearing at any time, Jian Chen does not dare to devote himself to the state of recovering the power of the saint. go.

And the boa constrictor, whose body was four or five feet long, could no longer attach itself to the tree trunk, and fell down feebly. It fell to the ground with a heavy sound, struggled for a while, and then did not move. .

After another two hours passed like this, Jian Chen finally opened his eyes slowly, then stood up from the ground, took out a set of newly bought clothes from the space belt, and changed into it. The darkened sky, thought for a while, and then left here.

Jian Chen wandered around cautiously, looking for members of the Tianxiong family. At this time, he had recovered from serious injuries, and even the holy power in his body had returned to its peak state. Coupled with the complicated terrain of the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, Jian Chen had Confidence, even if I meet Tian Xionglie again, I can retreat easily, and I will never be as embarrassed as before.

At this moment, several voices came faintly from the front. Hearing the sound, Jian Chen's heart moved, he looked around for a while, then he jumped up, quietly jumped onto a big tree, and hid there The luxuriant branches looked like they were taking a walk, and they didn't take their mission seriously at all.

Just when the few people came to a big tree, suddenly, the branches and leaves above shook for a while, and a figure rushed out from it, holding a silver-white slender long sword and stabbing straight at one of them.

"puff!"

Just when several people raised their heads, the long sword pierced one person's eyebrows straight from above.

"Everyone be careful, someone is attacking..." A quick-response person immediately shouted loudly, but before he finished speaking, the silver-white long sword turned into a vague sword shadow, moving as fast as lightning. It pierced his throat with a speed like .