Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 93—The killing

In the face of the dust of the sword dust, there were only a few people in the group of mercenaries who reflected it, and their respective sacred soldiers appeared in their hands, and then immediately slashed toward Jian Chen.

Jian Chen did not entangle with them, the body swayed slightly, escaped the attack of several of them, and quickly swept past them, the light wind sword in his hand was divided into a generation of silver mans from the neck of two of them flashed away.

When the silver mans disappeared, I saw that the bodies of the two men suddenly stiffened. As the eyes of the eyes quickly disappeared, the eyes gradually became sluggish, and in their throats, a small blood mark appeared in everyone. In the sight, the next moment, the bright red blood flowed out from the **** mark in the throat, and the bodies of the two men slowly fell down.

The speed is not lost, and the two people’s bodies are swept away. The sword dust rushes to the rear of the group of mercenaries. Those weak mercenaries have become the primary target of the sword dust, even though this group of mercenaries has twenty People, but the strength is not strong, generally in the stage of the saints and the great saints, only the leading middle-aged man and the other have the strength of the sage.

The dusty footsteps of the mysterious footsteps, the body is like a ghost, quickly flashing in the back of the mercenary, with the silver and white light constantly flashing, the constant mercenary fell under the light wind sword of Jian Chen, these strengths The mercenaries who are in the saint stage have no power to fight back in the hands of Jian Chen. In the face of this extreme speed attack, their brains are too late to reflect, let alone resist.

In a time when they couldn’t breathe, those of the mercenaries who only had the strength of the saints died under the sword of Jian Chen, and the rest of them, the weakest ones, reached the stage of the Great Saints. In the face of the attack of Jian Chen, it has already had the ability to resist.

After killing the weakest saint, the action of Jian Chen did not stop at all. The light wind sword in the hand was once again turned into a silver-white lightning, and at a very fast speed toward a nearby maid with the power of the great saints. Soldiers stabbed.

In the face of this speed is almost the end, the mercenary face suddenly bowel, the dodge is too late, in a hurry, only the axe in his hand in front of himself.

However, the light wind sword in the hands of Jian Chen is like a sensitive snake. As the sword changes, the light wind sword that had stabbed the mercenary's throat suddenly sinks and stabs toward his heart.

"Oh!" This time, the mercenary who had reached the Great Saints had no time to reflect. The silver-white breeze sword had penetrated the left chest deeply at a very fast speed. A sword pierced him. heart.

Just as the light wind sword had just entered the heart of the mercenary, it was immediately pulled out by the sword dust, and then continued to launch a fierce attack on the rest.

Seeing that in such a short period of time, several camps were killed in his own camp, and the remaining mercenaries were all angered.

"Asshole, go to hell!"

"Also my brother is coming!"

The remaining mercenaries with the strength of the Great Saints shouted and raised their hands to attack the sword dust in different directions, smashing all the escape routes of Jian Chen.

The corner of the sword dust reveals a sneer that is not easy to detect. Then the light wind sword exudes a layer of sturdy swordsman, and spurs out at the lightning speed.

"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!".....

In a short moment, Jian Chen pierced a few swords at an extremely fast speed. Each sword accurately hit a sacred sergeant who slashed at himself. When the frivolous sword and the other mercenaries were sacred. When they collide together, the resulting steel-like chorus sounds in a single piece, and it is hard to hear the nuances.

Just at the moment when the light wind sword collided with the holy soldiers, a powerful force was passed along the light wind sword into the other sacred soldiers.

Feel the powerful force that the sages uploaded. Several mercenaries who have reached the strength of the great saints have changed their faces. Then they can't be self-made, and they step back. None of them thought that the light-handed sword with only two-finger thickness contained power that was completely incompatible with its size.

The sharp eyes of Jian Chen’s eyes flashed away, and the strong murder flashed in his eyes. The mercenaries had not yet had a good time to control their bodies. They came to a mercenary like a ghostly and silently. In front of him, the light wind sword in his hand with a layer of sturdy sword gas, stabbed at the speed of the mercenary's neck at lightning speed.

In the face of this speed, the sword that has reached the extreme speed, the mercenary who has not stabilized his body has no time to do any resistance, and finally, in his eyes full of horror, the breeze sword has penetrated deeply. His throat, directly through the hole, the blood-stained tip of the sword broke out from the throat of the mercenary.

At this moment, a giant sword came from behind the sword dust with a fierce wind, and the sword was dusty in the eyes of the dust. With the slight arm, the light wind sword that penetrated the mercenary’s throat had been He pulled out, and then suddenly turned around, the light wind sword in his hand wrapped in a layer of sturdy swordsman, once again drawn into a silver-white lightning, piercing behind him at a very fast speed.

"clang!"

The two-finger light breeze sword collided with a three-inch-wide giant sword in midair, and the two holy soldiers who did not match in size actually competed.

However, no one found that when the light wind sword collided with the giant sword, Jian Chen held the right arm of the light wind sword and trembled twice.

The eyes turned slightly, and the sword dust eyes stared coldly at the master of the giant sword. The owner of the giant sword was relieved to be the middle-aged man who was in front of the mercenary team, but the middle-aged man’s face was already It became gloomy, and the eyes that looked at Jian Chen were full of strong murder.

"Drink!" The middle-aged man's eyes were strongly murderous, and then a burst of screaming in the mouth, his left hand into a fist, with a sly wind blowing toward the face of Jian Chen.

In the eyes of Jian Chen, the cold light flashed, and the corner of his mouth showed a sneer. In the face of the middle-aged man, he did not evade the punch. His left hand became a palm, and he did not fear the fist of the middle-aged man.

"bump!"

When the fists touched each other, the powerful power that contained them broke out and made a dull muffled sound. When the palms of the two people touched each other, there was a strong spurt of spurt and expansion. In all directions, the weeds and trees around the area began to sway, and some of the weeds that were closer to the two were bent down and Pu Pu was on the ground.

The strong anti-seismic force generated by the sword dust and the middle-aged men were also shaken back by some distance, and finally they were shaken against each other by a distance of ten meters.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and his eyes rushed to the strong killing. He stared at the sword dust ten meters away. He said: "The kid, the action can be really fast, and the shot is really Cannes."

At this time, the remaining number of surviving great saints also gathered behind the middle-aged man, one by one looking at the sword dust is angered.

Jian Chen looked coldly at the opposite group of mercenaries and did not speak. Now the gold silk silver snake has been discovered by them, so that Jian Chen has to make a murderous behavior. The sword dust that has the experience of the past life is not the fledgling boy. He knows very well that once the gold silk silver snake thing rumors Going out, it will definitely bring endless troubles to yourself. After all, the golden silk silver snake is too precious. The precious family of the big forces on the Tianyuan continent will not hesitate to make a big move. Hunting, it is definitely more miserable than the pursuit of Hua Yunzong. In this case, Jian Chen absolutely does not want to see it. Therefore, taking advantage of the current opportunity, Jian Chen must kill anyone at the place. Completely eliminate the information rumor of the golden silk wire snake.

The other group of mercenaries on the opposite side still have eleven people. In addition to the strength of a leading middle-aged man who owns the sage, there is also a young man who is about 30 years old. It also has the strength of the sage. In this team, only these two people can bring the threat of Jian Chen.

Seeing that Jian Chen did not speak, the middle-aged man was too lazy to say, loudly ordered: "Brothers, everyone together, killing him not only can avenge our dead brother, but that gold silk snake is also our Once, once you get the golden silk wire snake, then from then on, we no longer have to risk our lives to earn a little money to kill Warcraft in the Warcraft Mountains."

As said, the middle-aged man rushed toward Jian Chen, and behind him, the mercenaries who had the strength of the Great Master also rushed up.

The sword dust silently, but the warfare in the heart became unconsciously high, and then carried a light wind sword, the pace of the mysterious foot rushed toward the group of mercenaries at a very fast speed.

"Drink!" Looking at the sword dust that rushed to the front, the middle-aged man flashed a strong murder in his eyes, and then held up the giant sword to force the momentum of Huashan to head toward Jian Chen.

There was a sneer on the face of Jian Chen. He did not touch the middle-aged man. Then the pace of advancement changed slightly. The body circumvented the sword of the middle-aged man and rushed toward the group of soldiers whose strength was weak. .

For the sword dust, the middle-aged man was obviously wary after he had suffered a loss before. He saw that the angle of the attack of the giant sword that he cut into the air suddenly changed. He was actually forced to change the route with brute force, and then the giant The sword all the way to the end of the sword with the dust from the side of the brush continued to sweep toward the sword dust.

The speed of the giant sword is not slow. In the blink of an eye, it comes to the back of Jian Chen. Finally, with the fierce wind, the silk is passing through the waist of Jian Chen without any hindrance.

However, the middle-aged man's face did not show a happy look. His eyes stared at the dust-dusting figure that was gradually dignified. He whispered and shouted: "The afterimage!"