Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 153 Meeting the Great Saint Master Again

The right shoulder was injured, which would directly affect the use of weapons and the display of strength. The injuries of the people who were pierced by Jian Chen's sword on the right shoulder were much more serious than imagined. The sharp sword energy has already destroyed the function of their right shoulders and lost their fighting ability.

The few injured people had no choice but to retreat, while the battle between Jian Chen and the other dozen people was still going on fiercely.

The sound of weapons colliding in the battlefield was endless, and the aftermath of the strong holy power centered on the crowd, raging in all directions, pressing some weeds tightly on the ground, and dust flying in the air, covering up the figures of the combatants In it, blurred.

"what….."

"what……"

From time to time, there were several screams mixed with pain. Immediately, someone was kicked away in embarrassment, or retreated from the battle circle covered in blood. More than a dozen people fighting in the field were constantly injured. , The original battle circle of more than a dozen people has shrunk to only a few people.

The violent movement made Jian Chen look a bit embarrassed, but he didn't receive the slightest damage. After fending off a slashing holy weapon with a sword, the light wind sword in Jian Chen's hand turned into a silvery white light again, and pierced the man's right shoulder before the other party could react.

"I don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. I will give you one last chance. If you are still stubborn, then don't blame me for killing people." Jian Chen shouted loudly without the slightest pause in his movements, and his eyes were also flickering with killing intent. Moved to kill. Before, he had shown mercy to these dozen or so people. If these people were still stubborn, he would have no choice but to kill them.

In the Tianyuan Continent, such things are very common, so Jian Chen doesn't think he will be at fault. After all, this world is a world that respects strength. The strong can cover the sky with one hand and do whatever they want, while the weak are Always have the right to speak.

Now that so many mercenaries and various forces have entered the Warcraft Mountain Range, almost all of them have the purpose of capturing Jian Chen and handing it over to the Tianxiong Family to receive the reward. Even the dozen or so people on the opposite side are no exception. They, I'm afraid it's a completely different situation now.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man named Mu Jian showed a struggling look on his face, his eyes swept over the injured people who had lost their combat effectiveness, and finally he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Stop!"

Mu Jian obviously has a strong prestige in the hearts of this group of people. As soon as he spoke, the few people who were still fighting with Jian Chen immediately retreated quickly, and all of them looked at Jian Chen with lingering fear, and more eyes turned to Jian Chen. Gathered on the light wind sword that is only two fingers wide in Jian Chen's hand. For the lightning-fast speed of the Qingfeng Sword, they have personally experienced it, and they are all terrified in their hearts. In the fight just now, they were almost injured by the Qingfeng Sword several times. All the time was saved by others.

Mu Jian looked at Jian Chen with complicated eyes, paused for a while on the Qingfeng Sword stained with traces of blood in Jian Chen's hand, his expression was decadent, and he said weakly: "Everyone put all the magic cores in your hands. Take it out, Your Excellency Jian Chen has shown mercy to us, otherwise, you guys would be more than just injured."

This time, no one had any unconvinced thoughts. The faces of a dozen people were full of decadence, and they silently took out all the magic cores in their space belts, and then piled them on the ground.

After the fight just now, all of them understood in their hearts that even if a dozen of them went up together, they would not be the opponent of the young man in front of them. The speed of the long sword was so fast that even if they resisted it with all their strength, it could only support a few I couldn't stand it after the round.

Each of these dozen or so saint masters has a lot of magic cores. Although there are not many third-level ones, there are many first- and second-level ones.

"Jian Chen, here are all the magic cores on our bodies, we can go now." Mu Jian said in a deep voice with an uneasy expression on his face.

Jian Chen glanced at the small pile of magic cores on the ground, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face, saying: "If you take it out earlier, then nothing will happen, that's fine, although I, Jian Chen, dare not call myself an upright gentleman , but I am also a person who keeps my promises, you all go."

Mu Jian and the others lingered on the small pile of magic cores on the ground for a while, with a look of reluctance in their eyes, then sighed helplessly, and left here with a sense of loss. Although there are not many magic cores, they have been in stock for more than ten years.

"Remember, I don't want to see you coming to deal with me again, otherwise, I will never show any mercy. You'd better leave the Warcraft Mountains."

Just before the dozen or so people took a few steps, Jian Chen's plain voice came from behind.

After hearing this, Mu Jian and the others paused slightly, but no one said anything, and quickly disappeared into the dense jungle.

Jian Chen put away the Light Wind Sword, walked forward slowly to the pile of demon cores, bent down and put all these demon cores into the space belt. There are estimated to be more than two hundred demon cores in this small pile, most of them are There are only less than twenty magic cores of the first and second ranks, and the third ranks.

After putting all these magic cores into the space belt, Jian Chen straightened up unhurriedly, with a sneer on his face, and suddenly said: "Friend, I've been here for so long, I've seen enough, don't you?" It should be out."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

As soon as Jian Chen finished speaking, a loud laugh sounded in the forest, and then, a gray figure shot towards him like lightning, and finally landed firmly on the ground at a distance of 20 meters from Jian Chen.

The person who came was an old man, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties. The old man's face was flushed, his bright eyes were piercing, and the long hair with a little silver and white was scattered on his shoulders behind him. He looked a bit downcast, the old man was wearing a gray robe, and his figure was taller than Jian Chen. Although he just stood there so ordinaryly, Jian Chen felt an invisible pressure enveloping him.

Facing this old man, Jian Chen didn't dare to take it lightly, his face became a little dignified, his eyes fixed on the old man, and he said slowly: "Great Saint Master!"

The old man chuckled: "Little baby, I never thought you could see the strength of the old man, yes, yes, indeed, it seems that you do have some strength, and even that old bastard Tianxionglie can't catch you. "