Jian Chen took a deep breath. Although he had already guessed that there was a high chance that a master at the level of the Great Sage would be able to resist the temptation of the 10,000 amethyst coins and come to deal with him, but he did not expect that this would happen.
He was soon met by him. However, there was no fear in Jian Chen's heart. Although his strength could not be said to be able to defeat the masters of the Great Sage Master level, he was still somewhat confident in self-protection.
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At the same time, Jian Chen was secretly rejoicing in his heart. Fortunately, he had the foresight to upgrade his strength from the Great Sage to the Saint Master stage. Otherwise, if he faced the masters of the Great Saint Master class with his original strength,
The only option is to run away.
Facing a great saint master, although Jian Chen felt a great pressure, he quickly calmed down. A pair of plain eyes looked at the old man opposite without any emotion, and he said
: "Old sir, are you here to arrest me because of the temptation of these ten thousand amethyst coins?"
"Little baby, you know what you are asking. I won't talk nonsense to you, old man. Do you want to follow me obediently, or do you want me to do it myself? But you have to understand, old man, I am not as easy to deal with as the dozen or so holy masters before.
." The old man looked at Jian Chen with a relaxed expression, not taking Jian Chen into his eyes at all.
Jian Chen snorted coldly, and then the light wind sword slowly emerged from his right hand with a silvery light. Jian Chen held the sword in his right hand and pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the ground. He said proudly: "It has never been my Jian Chen style to do things without letting go.
Sir, let me show you your clever tricks." After saying this, Jian Chen's figure turned into a ghost, leaving behind traces of afterimages, and rushed towards the old man at an extremely fast speed, covering a distance of just twenty meters.
It passed by in the blink of an eye, and the light wind sword in Jian Chen's hand was wrapped in a hazy sword light, turning into a silver-white light and stabbing towards the old man's throat.
The careless look on the old man's expression disappeared in an instant and became somewhat serious. The powerful holy power emerged from the palm of his hand, instantly forming a one-foot-long dagger. The dagger flashed with a menacing
The cold light greeted the Qingfeng Sword.
The light wind sword and the dagger in the old man's hand collided in mid-air, making a crisp sound, and then a strong aftermath of holy power centered on the two weapons, forming a circle of energy ripples visible to the naked eye and spreading to the surroundings.
Go, anyone who is affected by this energy ripple, many of the surrounding weeds will suddenly break inch by inch. When the ripples formed by this holy power reach the ground, the soft soil on the ground will be pressed down a little.
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A slight muffled sound came from Jian Chen's throat, and then Jian Chen couldn't help but retreat a few meters, and every step left a deep footprint on the ground.
"The strength of the Great Saint Master is indeed very strong. I didn't expect that there is still such a big gap between my strength and the Great Saint Master when I have reached the Saint Master stage." Jian Chen secretly thought in his heart. This time, he was in a head-on confrontation with the old man. He obviously fell into the trap.
At a disadvantage. After all, this time it was completely based on the strength of the Holy Power. With Jian Chen's strength as a Holy Master, how could he be the old man's opponent?
However, there was a hint of joy in Jian Chen's heart. From this head-on collision with the old man, he realized more clearly how big the gap was between his current strength and the Great Saint Master, which made him feel calm.
A lot.
On the other hand, the expression on the face of the old man opposite became even more solemn. He stared at Jian Chen with a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "Little baby, it's not easy. It seems that if I want to capture you, I will have to spend a lot of time."
It takes a lot of effort."
A sneer appeared on Jian Chen's face, and he said: "I'm afraid that even if you try your best, you still won't be able to capture me."
A cold light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he sneered: "The little kid is really good at telling lies. Let me meet you today and see how capable you are."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger in the old man's hand suddenly erupted with a strong holy power, submerging the entire dagger in it. Then the old man's figure flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Jian Chen in a very strange way. The dagger
With the surging holy power, it cut through the air and stabbed straight towards Jian Chen's heart.
Facing a great holy master, Jian Chen did not dare to take it lightly. The holy power in his body was running with all his strength, and all of it was gathered on the light wind sword. As his right arm suddenly waved, the light wind sword always left a blur in the air.
The shadow of the sword collided fiercely with the dagger stabbed by the old man.
Suddenly, a wave of energy that was stronger than before erupted, raging in all directions. The ground was flying with dirt, and the sky was filled with smoke. The strong aftermath of the holy power crushed some weeds around and smashed them into pieces.
Plant powder is flying in mid-air.
After the blow, Jian Chen's figure took a few steps back uncontrollably again, but the old man didn't do anything. He pursued Jian Chen closely, his body swaying slightly, and he ducked over at an extremely fast speed.
Jian Chen stood in front of him, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Jian Chen's heart again.
Jian Chen's body twisted slightly, and the dagger almost grazed his clothes and stabbed him. Immediately, the light wind sword suddenly turned into a sword shadow and enveloped the old man in it. In just a short moment, Jian Chen moved with extremely fast movement.
He thrust out more than ten swords at high speed, and each sword was pointed at the old man's vital points very accurately.
The old man withdrew the dagger like lightning, and the one-foot-long dagger was turned into an afterimage by him, resisting Jian Chen's sword moves.
"Ding ding ding ding..."
Along with the sound of a dense collision of weapons, the light wind sword and the dagger in the old man's hand collided more than ten times in just a short moment, and the dense sound seemed to be connected into a line.
Then, the old man retreated in embarrassment. At this moment, the gray clothes he wore were no longer as intact as before. There were several cracks on the chest, but there was no blood flowing out, and on the old man's chest
Behind him, there were a few strands of hair slowly falling to the ground. Looking carefully, the slightly messy hair behind the old man was already shorter than before.
On the opposite side, Jian Chen didn't look much better than the old man. Although he wasn't hurt, his face was sickly pale.
Looking at the cracks that appeared on his clothes, the old man's face became a little gloomy, and he said solemnly: "Don't blame me for being cruel if you don't know how to show appreciation."
Jian Chen smiled coldly, "There are many Saint Masters who have died under my sword, but no great Saint Master has ever died under my Qingfeng Sword. Today, you will be the first one."
"Arrogant!" The old man was furious, stopped talking nonsense, and rushed towards Jian Chen.