Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 158 Three Moves

Seeing that Jian Chen and the team leader were about to make a move, the dozen or so big men also retreated far away, and a pair of eyes stared at Jian Chen that scarred man without blinking.

The scarred man tightly held the two-handed giant sword, staring at Jian Chen sharply, but his face was solemn. Whether they could keep the magic core in their hands depended on this battle.

Although it is almost impossible for a Great Saint Master to defeat a high-level Saint Master within five moves, but the man with the scar saw that Jian Chen agreed so readily, he felt lost in his heart. Jian Chen insisted on five moves in his hands, but this was also a lot of pressure for the middle-aged man.

Moreover, he was still worried in his heart, if Jian Chen would agree so readily, would he use this opportunity to get rid of himself so as to reduce Party B's strength. Although he had such an idea, he didn't dare to do anything. He wanted to give it a try. Of course, he wanted to keep his magic core. At the same time, the man with the scar also wanted to see Jian Chen's strength and see how such a young man How strong is this character, and is it really as powerful as the rumors say, who can kill a great master at the age of twenty.

Seeing the serious expression on the man with the scar, Jian Chen smiled slightly, stretched out his hand slightly, and said, "Please!"

The man with the scar was not polite either, a strong holy power erupted from the giant sword, and he rushed towards Jian Chen with brisk steps.

Jian Chen's body turned into an afterimage, facing the middle-aged man at an extremely fast speed, and the light wind sword in his hand turned into a silvery white light with sharp sword energy, piercing out like lightning.

Looking at Jian Chen's lightning-fast sword, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, and then the two-handed giant sword in his hand suddenly swung down, slashing towards the light wind sword that Jian Chen stabbed at.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound of iron and steel, two weapons that were completely inconsistent in size collided violently in mid-air, and a strong energy burst out, turning into a wave of wind and raging towards the surroundings.

As soon as the two weapons collided, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, a wave of force that did not match its physical strength suddenly came from the thin long sword that was only two fingers wide. The strength was so strong that his hands holding the giant sword were numb for a while.

"With a single-handed sword, he can compete with me. It seems that the rumors are true." The man with the scar was secretly surprised.

However, just as the scarred man's mind turned to this idea, Jian Chen's second sword stabbed over again, and the speed was even faster than before.

The scarred man's face was incomparably dignified, Jian Chen's sword was so fast, he was not given any extra time to prepare, and then he resisted the tingling feeling coming from his arm, and raised the giant sword with all his might Standing in front of him, resisting the light wind sword stabbed by Jian Chen.

When the light wind sword pierced the giant sword that the man with the scar was lying across in front of him, a force that was more terrifying than before was transmitted, and the man with the scar staggered back uncontrollably, while holding the giant sword. The hands of the sword trembled twice uncontrollably.

"You have already lost!"

Just when the scarred man stabilized his figure, a faint voice came from the front. When the middle-aged man realized it, his face instantly turned pale, without a trace of blood, and his forehead was even more dissatisfied. Fine beads of sweat.

In front of him, there was a long and narrow sword that shone with a cold light, and at some point it had stopped firmly in front of him, and the tip of the sword just reached his throat.

The man with the scar had a dull expression on his face, looking at the long sword stopped in front of his throat in disbelief, for a moment, he was speechless.

Such a scene made the dozen or so big men standing behind the man with the scar to watch the battle full of disbelief. Their eyes were dull, and they stared blankly at the lightly touched knife. The long sword at the throat of the scarred man was so startled that he couldn't speak.

"This is the third trick, you lose!"

Withdrawing the Light Wind Sword, Jian Chen calmly looked at the man with the scar in front of him, his tone very calm.

Three strokes! Jian Chen only used three moves to defeat a senior Saint Master.

The man with the scar quickly came back to his senses, looked at Jian Chen with some horror in his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling tone: "Good... so fast sword."

A faint smile appeared on Jian Chen's face, and said: "Now you should know how to do it."

The scarred man calmed down quickly, and took a deep look at Jian Chen. Although Jian Chen's face was covered with dirt, he couldn't see Jian Chen's appearance, but in his eyes, Still can see Jian Chen's young face.

The scarred man withdrew his two-handed giant sword, cupped his hands slightly towards Jian Chen, and said, "Thank you for your mercy." Then the scarred man turned his head to look at the dozen or so big men behind him, sighed secretly, and said helplessly: "Everyone Take out all the magic cores on your body."

Hearing this, the dozen or so big men hesitated for a while, and then each with a bitter face, very reluctantly took out all the magic cores in the space belt, and visited the ground one by one.

After watching the battle between Jian Chen and the man with the scar, they also knew in their hearts that Jian Chen would be kind to them if he didn't take their lives as long as they had their magic cores. Otherwise, according to the strength Jian Chen just showed, Even if all of them go up together, the whole army will be wiped out in the end. Because, as the most powerful team leader in their group, Jian Chen couldn't do five tricks, let alone them.

The man with the scar took out a pocket from his space belt, first put his own magic core into the pocket, and then without Jian Chen's instructions, he took the initiative to go forward and put all the magic cores in the dozen people's mouths into this pocket At last, he handed the pocket to Jian Chen, looked at the pocket full of magic cores with a bit of nostalgia, and said in a low voice: "All the magic cores on us are here. "

There are at least a hundred magic cores in this pocket, half of which are third-order magic cores, the rest are almost second-level magic cores, and only a small part of first-level magic cores.

Jian Chen reached out to take the pocket full of magic cores, threw it directly into the space belt, and said: "I, Jian Chen, am also a person who keeps my promise, you all go."

Afterwards, the man with the scar didn't say anything, and left here with a dozen people in a depressed mood.

Seeing the direction in which several people disappeared, Jian Chen let out a long breath, leaned lazily on a big tree behind him, and murmured: "These few days have been really tossing, but, although I am tired , but the harvest is very rich. The magic core harvested in the past few days should be enough for my cultivation needs for a long time. Alas, I don’t know whether to thank the Tianxiong family or to hold grudges he."

After resting on the spot for a while, Jian Chen straightened his body again, and murmured in a low voice: "There are almost no people in the Demonic Beast Mountain Range now. In such a vast area, I don't bother to look for them one by one. Forget it, anyway. Now that the magic core is enough, let's let them go for now, and now, we should improve our strength again, otherwise, once we face several Great Saint Masters at the same time, I am afraid that they will not be their opponents."