Facing Jian Chen's lightning-like speed, only a few of the mercenaries reflected, and their respective holy soldiers appeared in their hands and immediately chopped towards Jian Chen.

Jian Chen did not entangle with them, his body shook slightly, avoiding the attacks of the few of them, and quickly passed by them. The light wind sword in his hand drew a generation of silver light and flashed from the necks of two of them.

When the silver light disappeared, the two men's bodies suddenly stiffened. As the spirit in their eyes disappeared quickly, their eyes gradually became dull. On their throats, a small blood mark appeared in everyone's sight. The next moment, bright red blood flowed out from the blood mark in their throats, and the two men's bodies also slowly fell down.

The speed of the two people flew past the bodies without decreasing. Jian Chen rushed to the rear of the group of mercenaries in the blink of an eye. The weak mercenaries became Jian Chen's primary target of attack. Although there were about twenty of these mercenaries, they were not strong. They were generally in the stage of saints and great saints. Only the leading middle-aged man and the other person had the strength of a saint.

Jian Chen took mysterious steps, his body was like a ghost, flashing quickly behind the mercenaries. As the silver-white light continued to flash, mercenaries continued to fall under Jian Chen's light wind sword. These mercenaries with all their strength in the saint stage had no power to fight back in Jian Chen's hands. Faced with this extremely fast attack, their brain nerves had no time to reflect, let alone resist.

In one breath, those who only had the power of a saint among the group of mercenaries died under Jian Chen's sword. The weakest remaining people have reached the stage of the Great Saint. They have already had the ability to resist in the face of Jian Chen's attack.

After killing the weakest saint, Jian Chen's movements did not stop at all. The light wind sword in his hand turned into a silver-white lightning again, stabbing at a mercenary with the strength of the Great Saint at an extremely fast speed.

Faced with this extremely fast piece, the mercenary suddenly defecates and it is too late to dodge. In desperation, he could only put the axe in his hand in front of him.

However, the Qingfeng Sword in Jian Chen's hand was like a sensitive poisonous snake. As the sword power changed, the Qingfeng Sword that had originally stabbed the mercenary's throat suddenly sank and stabbed towards his heart.

"Puff!" This time, the mercenary with a strong strength of the Great Saint had no time to react. The silver-white light wind sword had already penetrated his left chest at an extremely fast speed, and pierced his heart with one sword.

Just as the Qingfeng Sword had just entered the heart of the mercenary, it was immediately pulled out by Jian Chen and continued to launch a fierce attack on the rest of the people.

Seeing that several brothers died in his camp in such a short time, all the remaining mercenaries were shocked and angry.

"Bastard, go to die!"

"Give my brother my life back!"

The remaining mercenaries with the strength of the Great Saint shouted, raised their holy soldiers in their hands and attacked Jian Chen in different directions, blocking all the routes for Jian Chen to escape.

A hint of sneer appeared at Jian Chen's mouth, and then a hazy sword light emanated from the Qingfeng sword, and stabbed straight towards the attacking holy soldiers at a lightning speed.

"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!"...

In just a moment, Jian Chen stabbed several swords at an extremely fast speed. Each sword accurately hit a holy soldier that slashed at him. When the Qingfeng Sword collided with several holy soldiers of the opponent's mercenaries, the iron-like clashes generated were connected, as if there was only one sound, and it was difficult to hear the nuances.

At the moment when the Qingfeng Sword collided with the holy soldiers, a powerful force was transmitted to the opponent's holy soldiers along the Qingfeng Sword.

Feeling the powerful force coming from the holy soldiers, the faces of several mercenaries who reached the strength of the Great Saint changed, and then their bodies were uncontrollable and their steps staggered back. None of them expected that the light wind sword in front of them, which was only two fingers thick, contained power that was completely inconsistent with its size.

The sharp eyes flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Taking advantage of the good opportunity that these mercenaries had not controlled their bodies, their bodies came to a mercenary silently like a ghost. The light wind sword in his hand carried a layer of hazy sword energy, stabbed towards the mercenary's neck at a lightning speed.

Faced with this sword that was extremely fast, the mercenary who had not stabilized his body had no time to make any resistance. Finally, in his horror eyes, the Qingfeng Sword had already penetrated his throat deeply and directly pierced it. The blood-stained sword tip broke out from the other end of the mercenary's throat.

At this moment, a giant sword attacked from Jian Chen with a fierce wind. Jian Chen's eyes flashed with a flash of splendor, and as his arm twitched slightly, the mercenary pierced.

The Qingfeng sword in his throat had been pulled out by him, and then he suddenly turned around. The Qingfeng sword in his hand was wrapped in a hazy layer of sword lightning, and it was once again drawn into a silver-white lightning, stabbing behind him at an extremely fast speed.

"clang!"

The light wind sword, which was only two fingers thick and thin, collided with a three-inch-wide giant sword in mid-air, and the two holy soldiers who were completely incompatible in size actually competed with each other.

However, no one noticed that just when the Qingfeng Sword collided with the giant sword, Jian Chen held the Qingfeng Sword's right arm and trembled twice indecisively.

His eyes turned slightly, Jian Chen stared at the master of the giant sword with cold eyes. He saw that the master of the giant sword was relieved of the middle-aged man who was walking in the front of the mercenary team before. However, at this moment, the middle-aged man's face had become extremely gloomy, and the eyes that looked at Jian Chen were filled with strong murderous intent.

"Drink!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a strong murderous intent, and then he let out a loud shout, his left hand fisted, and he rushed towards Jian Chen's face with a fierce wind.

A cold light flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He did not dodge or avoid the middle-aged man's powerful punch, and his left hand became a palm, and he met the fist from the middle-aged man without fear at all.

"bump!"

When the fists and palms were touching each other, the powerful force contained in it burst out, making a dull and muffled sound. When the two of them touched each other, a strong force erupted out of the clumps and expanded to all directions. Under the raging force of this invisible energy, the weeds and trees around them began to shake, and some weeds that were closer to the two were pressed down and bent down, Pu Pu was on the ground.

Jian Chen and the middle-aged man were also shocked by the strong counter-shock force caused by the collision of fists and palms, so that his feet retreated for some distance, and finally he was shaking and holding each other ten meters apart.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent, staring at Jian Chen ten meters away with a strong murderous intent, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, the action is so fast, and it's so cruel to take action."

At this time, the other surviving great saints gathered behind the middle-aged man, and their eyes were filled with shock and anger.

Jian Chen looked coldly at the group of mercenaries opposite him and did not speak. Now they have discovered that the golden silk and silver-lined snake has to kill and silence people. Jian Chen, who has experience in his previous life, is not those fledgling boys. He knows very well in his heart that once the rumors of the golden silk and silver-lined snake are rumored, it will definitely bring endless trouble to himself. After all, the golden silk and silver-lined snake is too precious. The precious large families of the Tianyuan Continent do not hesitate to make great efforts to get it. Once they are chased by them, it will definitely be more miserable than facing the pursuit of the Huayun Sect. In this case, Jian Chen definitely does not want to see it. Therefore, taking advantage of the opportunity now, Jian Chen must kill everyone present and completely eliminate the information about the golden silk and silver-lined snake.

The group of mercenaries on the opposite side now have eleven people left. In addition to the leading middle-aged man with the strength of a saint, there is also a young man about thirty years old who is also hiding in the crowd. In this team, only these two people can threaten Jian Chen at present.

Seeing that Jian Chen didn't say anything, the middle-aged man was too lazy to say more and ordered loudly: "Brothers, let's go together. Killing him will not only avenge our dead brothers, but also the golden-wire and silver-wire snake is ours. Once we get the golden-wire and silver-wire snake, from now on, we will no longer have to risk our lives to earn some money to hunt monsters in the Warcraft Mountains."

As he said that, the middle-aged man rushed towards Jian Chen first, and behind him, the mercenaries with the strength of the Great Saint Master also rushed up.

Jian Chen remained silent, but the fighting spirit in his heart became high without realizing it. Then he carried the Light Wind Sword and rushed towards the group of mercenaries with mysterious steps at an extremely fast speed.

"Drink!" Looking at Jian Chen rushing towards him, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a strong murderous intent, and then he raised his giant sword and slashed towards Jian Chen with his strength to slash Huashan.

Jian Chen showed a sneer on his face, and did not contact the middle-aged man. Then his pace of progress changed slightly. He walked around the middle-aged man's giant sword and rushed towards the group of mercenaries who were much weaker in strength behind him.

The middle-aged man was obviously wary of Jian Chen's move after suffering a loss. He saw that the attack angle of the giant sword he cut into the air suddenly changed, and he used brute force to change the route. Then the giant sword followed Jian Chen's figure passing by him and continued to sweep towards Jian Chen.

The speed of the giant sword was not slow either. In the blink of an eye, it came to Jian Chen's back. Finally, accompanied by the fierce wind, it slashed past Jian Chen's waist without any resistance.

However, the middle-aged man did not show any expression of happiness on his face. He stared at Jian Chen's gradually dissipating figure with a little serious look, and exclaimed in a low voice: "After shadow!"
Chapter completed!