Chen Jing cut off the person in front of him with one knife, and quickly returned the knife to stop the other person's weapon.

clang!

Gold and iron collide, and sparks fly out.

Without giving the opponent any chance to make another move, Chen Jing quickly kicked off and hit his opponent in the chest.

The terrifying force was forcefully poured into the opponent's body along the soles of his feet, and several fractures could be heard. At least seven or eight ribs were directly broken under his kick.

The man flew backwards as quickly as a cannonball, and couldn't help but spit out several mouthfuls of blood in the air, which was even mixed with many organ remains.

The broken ribs had stabbed into the lungs and heart under the residual force, and it was absolutely fatal.

Chen Jing quickly came to this conclusion after taking a quick glance, and then turned his attention elsewhere.

…

Bah!

Just as the sword in Chen Jing's hand was inserted into the chest of an enemy again, a dagger took advantage of him and penetrated his tattered coat and stabbed into his back.

Rolls of blood flowed out quickly.

This is just a blow from a second-level warrior.

Chen Jing, who was already a third-level warrior and a Vajra practitioner, should have been able to withstand this blow without any damage.

However, the body that has blocked too many attacks is no longer in its original state.

Not to mention a second-level warrior, even a first-level warrior would be able to leave a scar on his body if given the chance.

At this moment, his body was covered with scars. His original brand-name clothes had turned into beggar's clothes, and his body was covered in bruises. There were more than ten wounds caused by large and small sharp objects with flesh and blood wrapped around them.

His originally sparkling eyes were now even more exhausted. But the blazing fire burning in the depths of his pupils was still the same, as firm as he himself was.

If he is like this, let alone those enemies.

At this time, the living room was no longer as magnificent as before, and a stinky pool of blood had replaced the stall and irrigated the entire ground.

Dozens of mutilated corpses of various shapes lay in a pool of blood.

There are countless different sizes of flesh, bones, and even internal organs floating on it.

It's a completely terrifying scene from hell, full of impact.

This is a life and death battle.

Especially after Chen Jing broke out with terrifying combat power that far exceeded imagination, the cruel scenes of each and every death under his sword finally stimulated all the enemies, and they no longer had any illusions.

After a hysterical and unreserved fight between both sides, the scene like this was achieved.

Chen Jing still stands as straight as before, with her waist as straight as a loose waist. No matter how embarrassed she is, she still exudes a sharp blade, and it is getting sharper as it is sharpened.

As for his enemies, there are only a few left standing today.

This also excludes the guy who stabbed him behind his back.

I saw his back muscles tightening suddenly, and the strong and powerful muscles firmly clamped the sudden stabbing dagger.

The second-level warrior who was lucky enough to survive until now was about to pull out the dagger but failed when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

A pair of bloody eyes that had been rendered emotionless by the atmosphere of the bloody battle suddenly came to their senses.

For a moment, his face was extremely panicked, but he reacted quickly and released his weapon. When he wanted to get away from this evil star of death, a hand struck him like lightning and grabbed his neck.

"cast……"

Before he could finish his begging for mercy, he heard a "click" and the second-level warrior fell softly to the ground.

Chen Jing, who had killed another person as skillfully as he slaughtered a chicken, slowly turned around and looked at the only two remaining enemies.

One of them had trembling legs and could hardly hold the weapon in his hand. Looking at him at this moment was like looking at a devil. Chen Jing just looked at him and instantly broke into cold sweat and drooled nervously.

Know how much you swallowed.

Chen Jing ignored this person and turned his attention to the last person.

As soon as he saw the other party's ugly face with the scar that he remembered clearly, he subconsciously touched his chest, where there was the most fatal wound in his body.

Almost! The other party could have hit him in the heart with one knife. If he hadn't noticed it at the last moment and moved his body dangerously.

Scarface was the leader who kidnapped Gu Yifei before. At this time, he also noticed Chen Jing's eyes.

He was not as cowardly as his only remaining teammate and looked away. As a warrior, he looked directly at the past without compromise.

In response, a flash of appreciation flashed in Chen Jing's eyes, and then without further delay, she dragged the knife with her right hand and slashed at him.

Scarface saw this and sighed inwardly. He knew what his next result would be.

This short confrontation had given him a deep understanding of how terrifying his enemy was.

There are more than thirty warriors! Among them, nine are third-level warriors at the same level as him, plus the remaining first-level and second-level warriors. If there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant. No matter how hard you think, you can't lose.

But reality gave him and everyone a huge slap in the face.

An unparalleled tactical genius, a gifted martial arts expert, a rock-solid heart that never gives up, coupled with unrivaled machine sanity, etc., so many perfect qualities combine to create such a... pervert!

Thinking back on it like this, Scar Man can only say that their defeat was indeed not unjust.

'Being able to die in the hands of such a person is an honor for a warrior!'

Scarface calmly drew the knife and faced the final blow in his life.

As for the last teammate, he was frightened the moment Chen Jing took action. He didn't care and ran away in a hurry.

The so-called generous rewards have long been forgotten by him.

Chen Jing didn't care about this. He just looked at the scarred face. When he was close to the distance of the sword, he accelerated instantly and turned into an afterimage and rushed towards him.

When his figure reappeared in the light, he was already three meters away behind Scarface.

Fresh blood drops slowly dripped down from the tip of the blade through the force of gravity, along the bright blade, creating waves on the stinky pool of blood.

Soon, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him, accompanied by large bloody waves.

There is only one person left.

Chen Jing, who had a new wound on his arm, turned around, glanced at the last warrior who was a little far away, then took a few steps to the left, raised his toes, and a short spear about one meter long flew towards his

in hand.

He couldn't remember whose weapon it was, but it happened to be useful.

I saw him pointing the short spear in his hand in the direction of the escaping man. After locking his eyes, he took a big step forward with his right foot and threw the short spear in his hand instantly.

Accompanied by a strong and ear-piercing sonic boom, the short spear exploded at terrifying speeds under the powerful force, and in an instant, it was behind the escaping person.

After a loud noise, the man's chest was penetrated by a short spear, and at the same time, his body was firmly nailed to the wall by the short spear like a roasted wing, motionless.

Now, all the idlers and others have been cleared away.

Then it's the culprit's turn.
Chapter completed!