Jian Chen was dealing with a group of enemies alone, and the desolate screams that kept coming from the field and the bloody scene in front of him were already commonplace for him, and he could not have any impression of his mood.

As the sword in Jian Chen's hand continued to pierce, members of the vast robbers were buried under his sword. In front of Jian Chen's lightning-fast sword technique, those robbers who were as powerful as Jian Chen could not pass through him three moves, and many others were directly stabbed into the throat by Jian Chen and forgot about it.

Jian Chen's strength was among a group of mercenaries. Although he could only be considered a bottom-ranked person, no one could compare with him in the number of killing these robbers. However, in just a few breaths, more than a dozen robbers were actually under Jian Chen's sword. The silver-white light wind sword in Jian Chen's hand was covered with blood, and the entire sword was dyed blood red. Despite this, when Jian Chen was wearing the coarse cloth clothes, it was still clean and neat, with no fixed blood splashing on it, and it was not covered with blood like the other mercenaries.

Before he knew it, Jian Chen had already penetrated into the robber camp alone. Now within twenty meters around him, there were all robbers from some robber groups, without a single mercenary, and those mercenaries were almost all organized in groups to fight with the robbers.

"Kill!" The three robbers closest to Jian Chen made a shout and rushed towards Jian Chen, then raised the weapons in their hands and slashed at Jian Chen in front of him.

Jian Chen stepped out quickly, his body movements were like ghosts, and he came to one of the robbers in an instant at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, the light wind sword in his hand drew a red light, and suddenly stabbed the robber's throat at lightning speed.

Jian Chen was proficient in fast sword techniques, and the speed of this sword was extremely fast. The robber's nerves had no time to reflect. He could only see a red light flashing away. Then, he felt a slight numbness in his throat. Then, his breathing was extremely difficult, as if something was blocking his throat, which made him unable to breathe. Then, bright red blood flowed out from his neck, and the robber could not even make a sound, so his body slowly fell down to the back.

At the last moment, he didn't understand how he died. Perhaps, he didn't know that his throat had been pierced by Jian Chen's lightning-fast sword, because Jian Chen's sword technique was extremely fast and he didn't give him any time to reflect. Moreover, when the weak long sword pierced into his throat in an instant, he would not feel strong pain.

After the Qingfeng Sword pierced the robber's throat, Jian Chen's movements did not stop at all. At this time, the other two robbers had approached him and the weapons in their hands had already chopped towards him.

Facing the weapons that the two robbers were about to cut on him, Jian Chen did not show any panic expression in his expression, his face was as calm as water. Then he immediately pulled out the Qingfeng Sword from the robber's throat, took mysterious steps, and moved his body two meters away like a ghost to avoid the attacks of the two robbers. At the same time, the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, which had been stained with blood, stabbed towards the throat of one of the robbers at a speed that the naked eye could not capture at all.

The Qingfeng Sword did not encounter any obstacles, easily avoided the strong reflective nerve and penetrated deeply into his throat. Just as the Qingfeng Sword had just entered the throat of the robber, it was immediately pulled out by Jian Chen, and then immediately stabbed the third robber.

Each sword of Jian Chen stabbed out very quickly, so fast that the naked eye could not capture it at all. With the same strength, almost no one could avoid his sword, and the third robber could not see the sword shadow clearly. The Qingfeng sword had already gone into his throat.

Killing has long been common for Jian Chen. The bloody scene in front of him has long been common, making him not even frown. After dealing with these robbers, Jian Chen did not stop for a moment. The Qingfeng Sword continued to stab the surrounding robbers.

The battle in the field was very fierce. At this critical moment that concerns one's life, no one could stay out of it. Even the coachmen who were less than the saints gathered together, gathering several people to cooperate with some mercenaries to attack the lonely robbers.

The fierce battle caused the number of people on both sides to decrease rapidly. Both robbers and mercenaries were very heavy. Except for Jian Chen who still maintained the clean coarse cloth clothes, everyone was covered with blood. Some people were even covered in blood, looking completely like a bloody man, and their bodies were covered with wounds of all sizes.

Although these robbers have much more people than these mercenaries, their personal strength and team cooperation are far less than those of these mercenaries who have disciplined and often cooperate with each other. With the fight between the two sides, the number of robbers is much higher than that of the mercenaries. Even so, the number of robbers in both sides can only barely maintain a balanced stage in terms of numbers.

Jian Chen was still alone in the bandit group, calmly dodging attacks from all directions. The light wind sword in his hand, which was completely stained with blood, was constantly stabbed out. With each sword he stabbed, either directly hit the robber's heart and throat and left a deep bone-deep wound on the robbers. The robbers around him had no way to face Jian Chen. Not only did they not be able to see the sword stabbed by Jian Chen, but even the weapons in their hands could not hit Jian Chen at all, because many times, when the weapons in their hands were about to hit Jian Chen, at this critical moment, Jian Chen always

You can be extremely dangerous and avoid it with a slight distance. As a result, you, the robbers, cannot even touch Jian Chen's clothes, but instead, people keep falling under Jian Chen's sword.

There were more and more robbers dying at Jian Chen's hands. Gradually, the robbers around him also realized Jian Chen's strength and began to deliberately distance themselves from him. After all, no one was willing to die for nothing when they were not famous.

"Your Excellency, let me meet you." At this moment, a thick voice came into Jian Chen's ears. As soon as he finished speaking, a light green light shot towards Jian Chen at an extremely fast speed.

Feeling the speed of this light green light and the powerful energy emitted inadvertently, Jian Chen's face suddenly changed. With the power of this attack alone, he had already judged that the human strength was very powerful, so powerful that with his current strength, he would not dare to fight head-on. Otherwise, the other party would probably have this blow to hurt himself.

The light green light was very fast, and it had arrived at Jian Chen in an instant. At the same time, Jian Chen's face became extremely solemn. He immediately controlled his body and dodged to the side with all his might.

The light green light almost wiped Jian Chen's shoulder and bombarded the ground hard. With the loud "boom!", a deep pit was knocked out of the ground.

Jian Chen retreated quickly, immediately distanced himself from the other party, and retreated five feet away in the blink of an eye. When he stopped, Jian Chen looked up and saw that even though it was dark, he could still clearly see the person opposite with the fire that was still burning tenaciously in the distance and his extraordinary eyesight.

I saw that the man was a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties. The middle-aged man had a good figure and did not look very strong. His appearance also looked ordinary. With the cloth clothes worn on him, he looked like a very ordinary person. If the Daguan knife with one person in his right hand was removed and was emitting a blue light, the middle-aged man in front of him looked completely an ordinary person, and there was no point in his body that could attract attention.

Just as Jian Chen looked at the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's calm eyes were also looking at Jian Chen, and at the same time he said, "You are very strong, your opponent should be me." The middle-aged man's voice was very plain, and his eyes were staring at Jian Chen tightly. In his eyes, it seemed that Jian Chen was the only one, and he looked indifferent to the shouts of killing around him all day long.

Jian Chen's eyes turned slightly and looked around. The middle-aged man obviously had a great status among a group of robbers. Since he appeared, robbers within a certain range of Jian Chen were all away. Although there were many robbers around Jian Chen, when they saw the middle-aged man who was facing Jian Chen, they immediately did not dare to go forward and went to fight with other mercenaries.

Jian Chen's face became solemn. He knew in his heart that this battle was definitely the first life-and-death battle he encountered when he came to this world. Although he had experienced many battles and was confident that he could be invincible at the same level, facing the middle-aged man in front of him, Jian Chen did not have much confidence in being able to kill the other party. Just from the strength of the middle-aged man's attack just now, Jian Chen could already see that the middle-aged man's strength was too much higher than him, and the middle-aged man also possessed the power of the wind attribute, and his speed was no longer slower than himself.

The middle-aged man stared at Jian Chen and slowly picked up the Daguan knife that was a little higher than his body. The Daguan knife was surrounded by a faint blue light, and a hint of breeze spiraled around the middle-aged man's body.

Noting the middle-aged man's movements, Jian Chen's spirit also hit him. Even if he had mastered the mysterious steps, he would not dare to be careless when facing an enemy with a saint who had the power of a wind attribute and was specialized in speed.

"drink!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man let out a loud shout, stepped down and rushed towards Jian Chen quickly. The middle-aged man was extremely fast and came to Jian Chen in the blink of an eye. The blue light on the Daguan sword was bright, and it had already been cut into a blue sword light and chopped towards Jian Chen's neck at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Jian Chen's head tilted slightly, and Daguan Dao almost wiped his head. After the sword light passed, the black hair would likely slowly fall from the air.

While his head was shifting, Jian Chen's body suddenly faded. He strode forward and his body quickly leaned forward to narrow the distance between himself and the middle-aged man. The light wind sword in his hand formed a blood-red light, stabbing towards the middle-aged man's heart at a lightning speed.

Faced with a middle-aged man who was much stronger than him, Jian Chen had already given his all his strength without any reservation. The speed of this sword was almost at the limit of Jian Chen's current ability. Almost in an instant, the tip of the Qingfeng Sword had reached the chest of the middle-aged man. On the tip of the sword, the sword energy that was constantly sucking and spitting was about to pierce into the middle-aged man's body.

Looking at the sword point that reached the tip of his chest in an instant, the middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with incredible expressions. However, the middle-aged man's reaction was also very fast. At this critical moment, a powerful holy power sprayed out of the middle-aged man's body, and finally formed a strong shock wave that hit the Qingfeng sword that had reached his chest. At the same time, part of the holy power formed a seemingly weak but very solid shield around his body.
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