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Chapter 133 The Death of the Young Master of the Tianxiong Family

"Young Master, be careful!" When the middle-aged men standing next to the young master of the Tianxiong family noticed the silver-white light that was pierced, the two colors suddenly changed. However, the silver-white light was too fast, and it was less than three feet away from the young master of the Tianxiong family. At such a close distance, they had no time to rescue.

"puff!"

Faced with the attack of this silver-white light that was as fast as lightning, the young master of the Tianxiong family, who was only capable of a saint, had no time to react and was deeply penetrated into his throat by the Qingfeng Sword.

The young master of the Tianxiong family opened his eyes wide open, staring at the Qingfeng Sword that had already pierced his throat. His eyes were full of unbelievable and very unwilling expressions. He never expected that he would randomly provoke a seemingly down-and-out little mercenary on his way to the Warcraft Mountains to practice, which would actually ruin his life. If he had known that such a result would have been, he would not dare to provoke Jian Chen no matter what. Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in the world. Now, his fate is destined and he will not be able to change the mountains.

Looking at the Qingfeng Sword that had already pierced into the throat of the young master of the Tianxiong family, the faces of the middle-aged men standing beside him suddenly changed and they instantly became a little pale. They knew very well that the second generation ancestor in front of them was the only son of the contemporary head of the Tianxiong family. They were highly favored in the family and were also the future successor of the Tianxiong family. At this moment, the young master of the Tianxiong family was killed in front of them. They could not imagine how crazy the head of the Tianxiong family would become after learning the news, and what kind of punishment they would be.

When they thought of the severity of the head of the Tianxiong family's family's head, several middle-aged men shivered in a chill, and then their eyes were filled with anger. Today, if they could not bring Jian Chen back, they would really not be able to explain to the higher authorities.

"Boy, you actually killed the young master. You are ready to die."

Several middle-aged men did not hesitate at all, immediately took out the holy soldiers and attacked Jian Chen at the same time. At the same time, one of them shouted loudly: "To the Tianxiong family, we must surround the surroundings immediately, and we must not let him run away."

Several middle-aged men had a low status in the Tianxiong family. After hearing their words, some of the other people from the Tianxiong family immediately scattered around without a moment of hesitation, surrounding the entire battlefield siege, and at the same time, some people drove those who watched the fun far away.

And in the collapsed restaurant ruins, people kept crawling out of it in a mess, and immediately joined the team surrounding the ground.

The onlookers around also saw the scene of the young master of the Tianxiong family being killed with their own eyes. Everyone knew the seriousness of the matter. In order to avoid causing trouble, they all retreated for a while. In this sensitive time, no one was willing to take the initiative to conflict with the Tianxiong family. Otherwise, the death of the young master of the Tianxiong family would be related to them.

After killing the young master of the Tianxiong family with one sword, Jian Chen immediately fought with the middle-aged men. These middle-aged men all had the strength of a saint master, and three of them had reached the stage of a high-level saint master. Faced with several masters at the saint master level, Jian Chen's pressure suddenly increased a lot, forcing him to do his best.

After Jian Chen fought with several middle-aged men in lightning for several rounds, his endless attacks like a storm finally forced an opponent to be in a hurry. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jian Chen's light wind sword pierced out like lightning and hit the opponent's heart directly. The sharp sword tip directly pierced the middle-aged man's heart.

 

;      Jian Chen's light wind sword just pierced the middle-aged man's heart, a machete also slashed hard on his left shoulder, leaving a deep bone-visible wound. The bright red blood quickly dyed the clothes on his shoulder red.

The huge pain from his shoulder made Jian Chen's face pale slightly. Then he immediately pulled out the Qingfeng sword and stabbed the middle-aged man holding a machete.

Seeing the Qingfeng Sword that turned into a silver-white light, the middle-aged man holding a machete turned extremely serious. He immediately put the machete in front of him, blocking the Qingfeng Sword's position, and retreated suddenly.

"bite!"

The sharp sword tip of the Qingfeng Sword pierced the middle-aged man's machete. The sharp sword energy contained at the tip of the sword left a clear and visible light mark on the smooth and mirror-like sword surface of the machete.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came, and five more weapons were slashing towards Jian Chen's vital points in different directions, blocking all the routes that Jian Chen could escape. The powerful holy power brought on the weapon actually caused a slight fluctuation in the air around him.

A sharp light flashed in Jian Chen's eyes. The hazy sword light on the surface of the Qingfeng Sword seemed a little more intense, and then turned into a blurred sword shadow, and five swords were pierced instantly. With the sound of five "ding ding ding!", the Qingfeng Sword had already collided with the five holy soldiers who had been slashed.

Although the Qingfeng Sword blocked the five holy soldiers that were chopped, Jian Chen's face turned a little pale, and the right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. This attack was a full-strength attack from the five people, and it was not so easy to take over. The powerful holy power contained in the five holy soldiers not only made Jian Chen's entire right arm numb, but even the internal organs in his body were slightly shocked.

"Haha!"

Angry shout came again, and several middle-aged men with the power of a saint master did not give Jian Chen any chance to breathe, and attacked Jian Chen again. The moves between the few people were very clever. Even if the flaws were exposed, it would be difficult for Jian Chen to kill any of them without being injured.

A hint of ruthlessness appeared in Jian Chen's eyes. This time, facing the five holy soldiers, he did not dodge or avoid it. The light wind sword in his hand suddenly turned into a silver-white lightning, stabbing towards the person closest to him at an extremely fast speed.

"puff!"

The Qingfeng Sword encountered no obstacle and penetrated the man's throat deeply. At the same time, five holy soldiers were about to chop on Jian Chen. The powerful holy power contained in the holy soldiers and Jian Chen's clothes were pressed tightly against him.

In the midst of lightning, Jian Chen's body twisted slightly and he narrowly avoided the three holy soldiers, but the other two holy soldiers hit Jian Chen's back and waist firmly.

Jian Chen groaned, and his already a little white face turned paler. He immediately pulled out the Qingfeng Sword that pierced the other party's throat, and quickly glanced at the several masters of the Saint Master level around him. He stopped fighting and shot quickly outside, intending to escape from this place first.

The Tianxiong family has a strong power in Wak City. Jian Chen also knew in his heart that the longer he stayed here, the worse the situation was. With his current strength, he could only fight with masters of the Saint Master level. Once the Tianxiong family had a great saint out, he would be in trouble.

With his current strength, he is not enough to fight against the Great Master.
Chapter completed!
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