The injury to the right shoulder will directly affect the use of weapons and the performance of strength. The injuries of these people who were stabbed by Jian Chen with a sword were much more serious than expected. The ones contained in the Qingfeng Sword

The sharp sword energy has destroyed the functions of their right shoulder and lost their combat ability.

Several injured people had no choice but to retreat helplessly, while Jian Chen and the other dozen people were still in fierce battle.

The sound of weapons colliding continuously in the battlefield was endless. The strong aftermath of the saint power was raging in all directions with everyone as the center, pressing some weeds tightly on the ground, and dust flew in the air, covering up the figures of the people fighting.

In it, it is blurred.

"ah….."

"ah……"

From time to time, a few screams of pain came, and then some people were kicked away in a mess, or they were covered in blood to exit the battle circle. More than a dozen people fighting in the field were constantly injured, and not long afterwards

The original battle circle of more than a dozen people has shrunk to only a few people.

The violent movement made Jian Chen's image look a little embarrassed, but he did not receive any damage all over his body. After blocking a holy soldier with one sword, the light wind sword in Jian Chen's hand turned into another

A silver-white light pierced the man's right shoulder before the other party could react.

"I don't want to kill innocent people. I'll give you a last chance. If you're still stubborn, don't blame me for killing me." Jian Chen's movements did not pause at all, and shouted loudly, and his eyes were also flashing murderous intent. Obviously, he had already

He had murderous intentions. Before, he had shown mercy to these dozen people. If these people were still stubborn, he would have to kill him.

This kind of thing is very common on Tianyuan Continent, so Jian Chen doesn't think he will be at fault. After all, this world is a world where strength is the most respectable. The strong can cover up the sky with one hand and do whatever they want, while the weak are

I always have the right to speak.

Now that so many mercenaries and forces from all sides have entered the Warcraft Mountains, almost all of them have the purpose of capturing Jian Chen and then handing them over to the Tianxiong family to receive rewards. Even the dozen people on the other side are no exception. If Jian Chen had not been stronger than that of Jian Chen

They are probably going to be a completely different situation now.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man named Mu Jian showed a look of struggle on his face, and his eyes swept the injured and lost his combat power on the people who had been injured and lost their combat power. Finally, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Stop!"

Mu Jian obviously has a strong prestige in the hearts of this group of people. As soon as he spoke, the few people who were still fighting with Jian Chen immediately retreated quickly, and they all looked at Jian Chen with fear, and more eyes were

Collected on the Qingfeng sword that was only two fingers wide in Jian Chen's hand. They had personally felt the lightning speed of the Qingfeng sword, and they were all very frightened, just now they were fighting.

,They were almost injured under the Qingfeng sword several times, but fortunately they were rescued by others at critical moments.

Mu Jian looked at Jian Chen with some complex eyes, and paused on the light wind sword stained with blood in Jian Chen's hand for a while. His expression was decadent and he said weakly: "Everyone has all the magic cores in his hands.

Take it out, Lord Jianchen has already shown mercy to us, otherwise, you guys will not be as simple as being injured.”

This

Time, no one was dissatisfied with the idea of ​​being dissatisfied. More than a dozen people were filled with decadence on their faces. They silently took out all the magic cores in their space belt and then piled them all on the ground.

After the fight just now, all of them understood that even if they were more than a dozen people together, they would not be the opponent of the young man in front of them. The speed of the sword was so fast that even if they had to resist it with all their strength, they could only support a few.

The rounds can't be resisted.

Each of these dozen saints has many magic cores. Although there are not a few third-level ones, there are many first- and second-level ones.

"Jianchen, here are all the magic cores on us. Now we can leave." Mu Jian's face was not very good, and he said in a deep voice.

Jian Chen's eyes swept away the small pile of magic cores on the ground, and a smile appeared on his face, saying, "If I had taken it out earlier, it wouldn't be gone. Okay, I, Jian Chen, dare not call myself a gentleman.

, but I am also a person who keeps my promises, you all go."

Mu Jian and others looked at the small pile of magic cores on the ground for a while, with a hint of reluctance in their eyes, and then sighed helplessly and left here with a feeling of loss. 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 leave the mercy. You'd better leave the Warcraft Mountains."

Just before a dozen people walked a few steps, Jian Chen's plain voice came from behind.

After hearing this, Mu Jian and others beat up slightly, but no one said anything and soon disappeared into the dense jungle.

Jian Chen put away the Qingfeng Sword, slowly stepped forward to the pile of magic cores, bent down and put them into the space belt. There are probably more than 200 magic cores, most of which are

There are less than twenty magic cores of the first and second level and third level.

After putting all these magic cores into the space belt, Jian Chen stood up slowly without any haste, a sneer appeared on his face, and suddenly said, "Friend, I've been here for so long, I've seen enough, have you seen it too, right?

It should be out."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

As soon as Jian Chen finished speaking, a loud laughter rang in the forest. Then, a gray figure shot 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 like he was fifty or sixty years old. The old man had a blushing face, a pair of bright eyes, and the long silver hair mixed with a little scattered on his shoulders, looking like he was

He seemed a little down and out. The old man was wearing a gray robe and taller than Jian Chen. Although he just stood there so often, Jian Chen felt an invisible pressure covering him.

Facing the old man, Jian Chen did not dare to take it lightly at all, his face became a little solemn. He stared at the old man with his eyes tightly and said slowly: "Great Saint!"

The old man smiled: "Little baby, I didn't expect you to see my husband's strength, good, good, really good. It seems that you have some strength, and you can't even catch that old thing Tian Xionglie can't catch you.
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