Injury to the right shoulder will directly affect the use of weapons and the display of strength. The injuries of these people whose right shoulders were pierced by Jian Chen's sword are much more serious than imagined. The light contained on the light wind sword
The sharp sword energy had destroyed the function of their right shoulders and lost their ability to fight.
The few injured people had no choice but to retreat, while the battle between Jian Chen and the other dozen or so people was still going on fiercely.
The sound of weapons clashing in the battlefield was endless, and the strong aftermath of the holy power centered on everyone and raged in all directions, pressing some weeds tightly to the ground. Dust flew in the air, hiding the figures of everyone fighting.
In it, there is ambiguity.
"ah….."
"ah……"
From time to time, there were screams mixed with pain. Immediately, some people were kicked away in embarrassment, or they withdrew from the battle circle covered in blood. Among the dozen or so people fighting in the field, some were constantly injured. After a while,
, the original battle circle of more than a dozen people shrank to only a few people.
The violent movement made Jian Chen's image look a little embarrassed, but his whole body did not receive any damage. After blocking a sacred weapon that was chopped down with one sword, the light wind sword in Jian Chen's hand turned into a sword again.
A ray of silver-white light pierced the man's right shoulder before the other party could react.
"I don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so I'm giving you one last chance. If you're still stubborn, don't blame me for killing you." Jian Chen shouted loudly without any pause in his movements, and his eyes flashed with killing intent, obviously he had already
He had murderous intentions. Before, he had been merciful to these dozen people. If these people were still stubborn, he would have no choice but to kill them.
In Tianyuan Continent, such things are very common, so Jian Chen does not feel that he has done anything wrong. After all, this world is a world where strength is respected. The strong can cover the sky with one hand and do whatever they want, while the weak are...
Everyone always has the right to speak.
Now that so many mercenaries and various forces have entered the Warcraft Mountains, almost all of them have the purpose of capturing Jian Chen and handing them over to the Tianxiong family to receive the reward. Even the dozens of people on the opposite side are no exception. If Jian Chen is not stronger than
They are probably in a completely different situation now.
After hearing this, the middle-aged man named Mu Jian showed a look of struggle on his face. He glanced at the injured and incapacitated people, and finally gritted his teeth and shouted: "Stop!"
Mu Jian obviously has a lot of prestige in the hearts of this group of people. As soon as he spoke, those who were still fighting with Jian Chen immediately backed away quickly, and everyone looked at Jian Chen with lingering fear, while more eyes were
They gathered on the light wind sword that was only two fingers wide in Jian Chen's hand. They had personally experienced the lightning-fast speed of the light wind sword, and they were all filled with fear in their hearts. They were fighting just now.
, they were almost injured by Qingfeng Sword several times, but fortunately they were saved by others at critical moments.
Mu Jian looked at Jian Chen with somewhat complicated eyes. He paused for a moment on the light wind sword stained with traces of blood in Jian Chen's hand. His expression was decadent, and he said feebly: "Everyone, please put all the magic cores in your hands."
Take it out, Your Excellency Jian Chen has been merciful to us, otherwise, you guys will not only be injured."
This time, no one had any dissatisfaction. The faces of the dozen or so people were full of decadence. 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 came together, they would not be a match for the young man in front of them. The long sword was so fast that even if they resisted with all their strength, they could only support a few
I can't stand it after the round.
Each of these dozen holy masters possesses a lot of magic cores. Although there are not many third-level ones, there are quite a few first- and second-level ones.
"Jian Chen, here are all the demon cores on our body, we can leave now." Mu Jian's face was not very good, and he said in a deep voice.
Jian Chen glanced at the small pile of magic cores on the ground, and couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face, saying: "If you take it out earlier, nothing will happen. Okay, although I, Jian Chen, don't dare to call myself a gentleman.
, but I am also a person who keeps my promises, so you all can go."
Mu Jian and others' eyes lingered on the small pile of magic cores on the ground for a while, with a look of reluctance in their eyes. Then they sighed helplessly and left here with a disappointed mood. Although there were not many magic cores,
But that's their inventory for more than ten years.
"Remember, I don't want to see you deal with me again, otherwise, I will never show any mercy. You'd better leave the Warcraft Mountains."
Just before a dozen people had taken 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 they quickly disappeared into the dense jungle.
Jian Chen put away the light wind sword, walked forward slowly to the pile of magic cores, bent down and put all the magic cores into the space belt. This small pile of magic cores was estimated to have more than two hundred, most of which were
There are less than twenty first-, second- and third-level magic cores.
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, after coming here for so long, I have seen enough, right?
It should be out."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
As soon as Jian Chen finished speaking, a burst of laughter rang out in the forest, and then, a gray figure was seen shooting towards him like lightning, and finally landed steadily on the ground twenty meters away from Jian Chen.
The person who came was an old man, who looked to be about fifty or sixty years old. The old man had a red face and a pair of bright eyes. His long hair with a little silvery white on his back was draped loosely on his shoulders. He looked like
Looking a bit downcast, the old man was wearing a gray robe and was taller than Jian Chen. Although he was standing there so ordinary, Jian Chen felt an invisible pressure shrouding him.
Facing this old man, Jian Chen did not dare to take it lightly, his face became somewhat serious, his eyes were fixed on the old man, and he said slowly: "Great Saint Master!"
The old man chuckled: "Little baby, I didn't expect you to be able to see my strength. Not bad, not bad, really not bad. It seems that you do have some strength. It's hard to believe that even that old guy Tian Xionglie can't catch you.