Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 153, Meet the Great Master

The right shoulder is injured, which will directly affect the use of weapons and the exertion of strength. These people who are pierced by the sword dust and the right shoulder are more serious than the imagination. The light wind sword contains the Full of sharp swords, they have destroyed the function of their right shoulder and lost their fighting ability.

Several injured people only retreated in desperation, and the battle between Jian Chen and the remaining dozens of people is still fierce.

The sound of the collision of weapons in the battlefield continued, and the strong force of the Holy Spirit was centered on the crowd, raging in all directions, pressing some weeds tightly on the ground, dusting in the air, obscuring the figures of the warring people. Among them, it is ambiguous.

"what….."

"what……"

From time to time, there were a few screams of pain mixed with pain. It was not that some people were kicked by a kick, or they were filled with blood. The dozens of people who fought 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 the image of Jian Chen look a little embarrassed, but he did not receive the slightest damage. After a sword blocked a sacred sergeant, the light wind sword in the hands of Jian Chen turned into a silver-white light, piercing the man's right shoulder when the other party had not reacted.

"I don't want to kill innocent people, give you the last chance. If you still don't work, then don't blame me for killing." Jian Chen didn't stop at the slightest, and shouted loudly, and his eyes were also killing, obviously already Moved the murder. Before, he was already a lover of the dozens of people. If these people were still stubborn, he would have to kill.

On the Tianyuan continent, such things are very common, so Jian Chen does not feel that he has any faults. After all, the world is a world dominated by strength. The strong can cover the sky with one hand and do whatever it wants. The weak one is Always have the right to speak every time.

Nowadays, so many mercenaries and parties from all walks of life into the Warcraft Mountains, almost all with the purpose of taking the sword dust and handing it over to the Tianxiong family, even the dozens of people on the opposite side are no exception, if not the strength of Jian Chen is stronger than They, I am afraid, it is completely different now.

After listening to this, the middle-aged man named Mu Jian showed a struggling look on his face. His eyes swept over the people who had been injured and lost their fighting power. Finally, they gnawed their teeth and shouted: "Stop!"

In the hearts of this group of people, Mu Jian obviously has a weak prestige. As soon as he spoke, the few people still fighting with Jian Chen immediately retired quickly, and all of them looked at Jian Chen with more than one heart, and more eyes looked. Put together in the hands of Jian Chen, the two-finger wide breeze sword. For the lightning speed of the breeze sword, they feel it personally. They are all scared in their hearts. They just fought. They have been injured in the breeze several times. Fortunately, they are in a hurry. The moments were saved by others.

Mu Jian looked at the sword dust in a complicated way. In the hands of Jian Chen, the light wind sword stained with blood was paused. The look between the gods was decadent and weak. "Everyone puts all the magic cores in their hands." Take it out, Lord Jian Chen is already merciful to us, otherwise, you are not just as simple as hurting."

This time, no one has any convincing thoughts. More than a dozen people are full of decadence on their faces, silently taking out all the magic cores in their space belts and then stack them on the ground.

After just fighting, all of them understand in their hearts, even if they are not the opponents of the young people in front of them, the speed of the long swords, even their full resistance, can only support a few The round can't stand it.

Each of these dozens of sages has a lot of magic cores. Although there are not many third-order ones, there are quite a few second-order ones.

"Sword dust, here is all the magic cores in us, now we can go." Mu Jian's face is not very good looking, said Shen Sheng.

Jian Chen’s eyes swept away the small pile of magic core on the ground, and his face could not help but show a smile. “If you take it out early, it’s not something, no, I’m not afraid to call myself a gentleman. But I am also a person who keeps the promise, you all go."

Mu Jian and others looked at the small pile of magic cores on the ground, and they showed a trace of reluctance in their eyes. Then they sighed helplessly and left here with a feeling of loss. Although these magic cores are not many, but that is their inventory for more than ten years.

"Remember, I don't want to see you again to deal with me. Otherwise, I will never leave a half-hearted feeling. You'd better leave the Warcraft Mountains."

Just a dozen people did not take a few steps, and the dusty sound of Jian Chen came from behind.

After listening to this, Mu Jian and other people's body shape is a slight meal, but no one said anything, and soon disappeared into the dense jungle.

Jian Chen put away the light wind sword, slowly stepped forward to the front of the pile of magic core, bent down to put these magic cores into the income space belt, this small pile of magic core is estimated to have more than two hundred, most of which are One or two orders, the third-order magic core has less than twenty.

When these magic nucleus passed through the belt of income space, Jian Chen did not hurry and straightened up, his face showed a sneer, and suddenly he said: "Friends, it has been so long, it is enough to see, is it also? It should come out."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The sound of Jian Chen just fell, and a big laugh sounded in the forest. Immediately, I saw a gray figure flashing like lightning, and finally landed on the ground at a distance of 20 meters from Jian Chen.

The person who is coming is an old man. It seems that he is fifty or sixty years old. The old man is full of red light, a pair of bright eyes are stunned, and there is a little silver-colored long hair scattered on his shoulders. It seems to be a bit lonely. The old man is wearing a gray robes and his body is taller than the sword dust. Although he is standing there as usual, Jian Chen feels an invisible pressure to cover himself.

In the face of this old man, Jian Chen did not dare to take it lightly, his face became a little dignified, and his eyes fixed on the old man, slowly saying: "Great Master!"

The old man smiled: "Little doll, I did not expect you to still see the strength of the old man, good, good, really good, it seems that you do have some strength, can not hang even the old things that can not catch you. ”