Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 110 begins the Warcraft Mountains

"Good!" The middle-aged man shouted and waved the machete without fear to meet the sword dust, but at this moment, his face has become serious.

"Hey!"

In the quiet little alley, there was a clanging sound from a series of weapons collisions, and the body of Jian Chen and the middle-aged man moved quickly in this small alley. Jian Chen faced an intermediate priest with the strength of the middle-level sage. In the case of a hard-fitting fight, he did not fall into the wind.

Jian Chen’s body is light, like a ghostly movement around the middle-aged man, and the silver-white breeze sword held in his hand is constantly turned into silver-white light and stinged in different directions. The middle-aged man’s throat, while the machete in the middle-aged man’s hand has been swayed by his dance, constantly resisting the attack of Jian Chen. At the beginning, the middle-aged man faced the sword dust like a tide. The endless attacks occasionally have the ability to fight back, but as the speed of the sword dust continues to accelerate, gradually, the middle-aged man has lost the power of resistance under the intensive attack of Jian Chen. Can only be resisted.

It’s not that the middle-aged man can’t fight back, but once he fights back, I’m afraid that his attack hasn’t fallen on Jian Chen’s body, and he’s pierced his throat by a lightning-fast sword.

The middle-aged man’s forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat. He didn’t think of it anyway. It looked like a young man in his twenties, and his strength was so strong, with the strength of his intermediate-aged saint. It’s almost impossible to get rid of it, and the most fearful thing for middle-aged men is that the youth’s sword is too fast. Not only does it sound amazingly fast, but the frequency of the sword is also scary.

Now, the middle-aged man is very regretful. If he knows that Jian Chen has such a strong strength, he will say that he will not keep up.

In the small alley, more than a dozen people looked dull and looked at the fierce sword dust of the middle-aged men. They also did not think that the age seemed to be smaller than them, and they actually had to wait for themselves. The strength of the people's bosses, although they still have more than a dozen people, but in the face of such battles, they can't plug in, even if they rushed up, they will die in vain, even though they have three great saints, but With the strength of their great saints, they can clearly see such battles. With their eyesight, they can see at a glance that their boss has fallen, and the sword dust has no power to fight back. A blind resistance, life can be said to be unprotected at any time, even if you wait for someone to rush forward, it will not help, just succumb to death, because they have no confidence to escape the sword of lightning like lightning.

After Jian Chen and the middle-aged man once again played a few rounds, holding a middle-aged man to resist a gap, the sharp light in the eyes of Jian Chen flashed away, the right arm suddenly slammed, lightning-like extension, and in the arm Under the driving, the light wind sword held in the hand turned into a silver-white light and went to the throat of a middle-aged man. It immediately came to the throat of a middle-aged man. This sword is Jian Chen and The fastest sword that the middle-aged man has stabbed since he played.

The middle-aged man was eclipsed. In the face of this speed-fast sword, he almost completely lost any ability to dodge and resist. The speed of this sword is too fast. In the eyes of middle-aged men, this sword The speed has reached an incredible level, and it is not what you can do.

The middle-aged man's face instantly became pale, just when he thought he would die, the silver-white breeze sword just touched his throat, the momentum of the front rushed to a halt, in this key At this moment, it stopped suddenly, and the sharp sword tip just touched the throat of a middle-aged man.

Although the breeze sword did not penetrate the throat of a middle-aged man, the middle-aged man still felt that he had difficulty breathing, and the place where the throat was pointed by the tip of the sword had a sharp pain, as if it were his own. The throat has been cut by a sword.

The middle-aged man’s body stayed in the original position and stood there. Now he is not daring to move. He is afraid that he will have a little movement. This silver-colored sword will have no mercy. Into his throat, and on the face of a middle-aged man, it has been covered with fine cold sweat.

"Big....big...heroes...heroes are forgiving.....heroes are forgiving, next....Next time...The next time you are young, you will not offend the heroes." The middle-aged man looked with fear. Jian Chen, the tone of the trembling opening for mercy. In the case that his own worth is in the hands of the other party, the middle-aged man can no longer care about his face problem and the sword dust is much smaller than himself. In his opinion, as long as he can return this article Life, even if it is not impossible to swear to Jian Chen.

Jian Chen’s eyes stared calmly at the middle-aged man, and his mouth showed a sneer. Then he slowly stood up with his sword. The tone was plain. “I’m in a good mood today, I don’t want to kill. In the future, you should do it yourself, don’t let me meet. You are still doing this trip, here is so close to the Warcraft Mountains, with your strength, it is more than enough to hunt down some low-level Warcraft." Drop this sentence, Jian Chen strode out of this small alley.

"Yes, yes, we must follow the instructions of the heroes, and we will never do this in the future." The middle-aged man quickly said, look at him like that, as if he did not dare to have a command for the sword dust. . .

When the figure of Jian Chen disappeared into the small alley, the middle-aged man took a long breath and reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. Now when I recall the scene of the moment of life and death, the middle-aged man felt A horrible battle, just in the beginning, his own life can be suspended, almost finished.

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After leaving the small alley, Jian Chen crossed several streets and then found a hotel to stay. At night, the sword dust sat on the bed, holding a fist-sized white stone in his hand.

"What the **** is this, it looks like a stone, but the material is a little different from the stone. It is iron, but it is a bit different from iron." Staring at the size of this fast fist, the weight is white. The strange white stone of Jin, the doubt of the face of Jian Chen.

At the beginning, it was completely the same as the dust and the two spots of the light in the sword dust Dantian. So the sword dust also clearly felt that the two light spots in Dantian were incredible. The sentiment was similar to excitement and happy mood swings, but when he bought this white stone, his purple and blue light spots in Dantian once again sank and returned to the past, even now he Holding the white stone in his hand could not cause the two spots in Dantian to have a slight change.

And for this strange white stone, Jian Chen is completely unaware of its origins. Although he has seen many books in various fields in the college library, he still has not found any news about Baishi.

Jian Chen took the white stone in his hand and looked over for a long time. In addition to knowing that this white stone is very hard, the other is not a little bit of harvest. Even if he used blisters and burned with fire, he couldn't make a slight change in Shiraishi. In the end, Jian Chen had to re-inject Baishi into the space belt again.

Then Jian Chen once again observed the purple and blue light spots in the dangtian. Now the situation of these two light spots is the same as in the past, and there is no slight change in the quiet place. Although these two light spots are in the Dantian of Jian Chen, but Jian Chen is helpless to it, even if it is close, it will only be seen in a far place, because there are two spots around this purple and blue light. A mysterious force guardian, once the sword dust wants to approach, will be hindered by this mysterious force, and this mysterious force is very powerful, with the ability of the sword dust today, can not break through this force, so, An area near the purple and blue light spots is completely a restricted area for Jian Chen.

"Hey!" Jian Chen secretly sighed, and now his own Dantian has such an accident, do not know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

This evening, Jian Chen did not practice as usual, but fell to sleep on the bed. He has been away from the Kingdom of Gessen for two or three months. Tonight, but he has been in the past few months. Sleep once.

Sleeping is undoubtedly a supplement to the gods that are consumed too much during the day, and the **** of the sword dust is strong. As long as you do not use the power of the gods and the control of the light of the Holy Spirit, he can spend a few days. He didn't sleep at night, and he used to practice every night. In the process of cultivation, his **** can also recover quickly. Therefore, Jian Chen has never slept in the past few months, and it has no effect on it.

Early the next morning, Jian Chen refreshed the bed, then opened the window and looked at the morning scenery outside, breathing the fresh air in the morning, and exclaimed: "I haven’t slept for a few months, it’s fast. I forgot what it was like to sleep, and now I realize that it is so comfortable to sleep!"

Afterwards, Jian Chen settled the account and left the hotel directly. Then he went to buy a good horse. When he rode on the horse, he rushed to the place agreed with Kend.

The location of the Flame Mercenary Regiment is still the dark cabin. At the same time, this cabin is also a common resting place for eight people. A small mercenary group like the Flame Mercenary Corps does not have enough funds to buy. A large area of ​​the house, so only the common dwelling in this small place.

Before coming to the hut, Jian Chen fixed the rope. When he was about to knock on the door, the door was suddenly opened. The door was a thin young man. It didn't look like a sword dust. It was a fierce servant. In addition to Jian Chen in the Corps, the youngest person - the knife.

There was a faint smile on the face of Jian Chen, saying: "Knife, is this going to go out?"

The knife smirked and said: "I heard the hooves, so I guess you are coming. This is not to open the door for you. Come in, Jian Chen, everyone is waiting for you."