Chaotic Sword God

Chapter Ninety-Third Killing and Silencing

Facing Jian Chen's lightning-like speed, only a few of the group of mercenaries reacted, and their respective holy soldiers appeared in their hands one after another, and immediately slashed at Jian Chen.

Jian Chen didn't entangle with them, he swayed slightly, dodged their attacks, and quickly passed by them, the light wind sword in his hand flashed a generation of silver light from the necks of two of them.

When the silver light disappeared, the bodies of the two people froze immediately, and as the look in their eyes quickly disappeared, their eyes gradually became dull, and on their throats, a small bloodstain appeared on everyone In the line of sight, the next moment, bright red blood flowed out from the bloodstain at the throat, and the bodies of the two people also fell down slowly.

Passing past the bodies of the two without any loss of speed, Jian Chen rushed to the back of this group of mercenaries in the blink of an eye. Those weak mercenaries became Jian Chen's primary attack target. People, but their strength is not strong, they are generally at the stage of saints and great saints, only the leading middle-aged man and another person have the strength of saints.

Jian Chen stepped on mysterious steps, and his body was like a ghost, flashing behind the mercenaries quickly. With the continuous flickering of silver-white light, mercenaries were constantly falling under Jian Chen's light wind sword. The mercenaries who are all in the saint stage are helpless in Jian Chen's hands. Facing this extremely fast attack, their brains have no time to react, let alone resist it.

Within a short time, those who only had the strength of saints in this group of mercenaries died under Jian Chen's sword one after another, while the weakest of the remaining people had reached the stage of great saints. In the face of Jian Chen's attack, he already possessed the ability to resist initially.

After killing the weakest saint, Jian Chen's movements did not stop at all, and the light wind sword in his hand turned into a silver-white lightning again, and shot towards a servant with the strength of a great saint at a very fast speed. The soldiers stabbed away.

Faced with this extremely fast thing, the mercenary's expression suddenly changed. It was too late to dodge. In desperation, he had no choice but to hold the ax in his hand in front of him.

However, the Qingfeng Sword in Jian Chen's hand was like a sensitive poisonous snake. With the change of the sword's posture, the Qingfeng Sword that had originally stabbed at the mercenary's throat suddenly sank and pierced towards his heart.

"Pfft!" This time, the mercenary whose strength reached the Great Saint had no time to react, and the silver-white light wind sword pierced deeply into the left chest at an extremely fast speed, piercing him with one sword. heart.

Just as the Qingfeng Sword entered the mercenary's heart, it was immediately pulled out by Jian Chen, and then continued to attack the rest of them fiercely.

Seeing that in such a short period of time, several brothers died in their own camp, and the remaining mercenaries were all shocked and angry.

"Bastard, go to hell!"

"Return my brother's life!"

The remaining mercenaries with the strength of the great saint shouted one after another, raised their holy weapons and attacked Jian Chen in different directions, blocking all the escape routes of Jian Chen.

An imperceptible sneer appeared on the corner of Jian Chen's mouth, and then a layer of hazy sword glow emanated from the Qingfeng Sword, stabbing straight at the attacking holy soldier with lightning speed.

"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!"...

In just an instant, Jian Chen stabbed out several swords at an extremely fast speed. Each sword accurately hit a holy weapon that was slashing at him. When they collide together, the steel-like chirping sounds produced are connected together, as if there is only one sound, and it is difficult to hear the nuances.

At the moment when the Qingfeng Sword collided with those holy soldiers, a powerful force passed along the Qingfeng Sword into the opponent's holy soldiers.

Feeling the powerful force from the holy soldier, the faces of several mercenaries who had reached the strength of the great saint all changed, and then their bodies could not be restrained, and they staggered back. None of them thought that the light wind sword in front of them, which was only two fingers thick, actually contained a power that was completely out of proportion to its size.

The sharp gaze in Jian Chen's eyes flashed away, and a strong murderous intent flickered in his eyes. Before these mercenaries had a good time to control his body, his body came to a mercenary silently like a ghost. In front of him, the light wind sword in his hand stabbed towards the mercenary's neck with a hazy sword energy at lightning speed.

Faced with this extremely fast sword, the mercenary who hadn't stabilized his figure had no time to make any resistance movements. In the end, in his eyes full of horror, the light wind sword had already penetrated deeply into the body. It pierced his throat directly, and the blood-stained sword tip broke through from the other end of the mercenary's throat.

At this moment, a huge sword came from behind Jian Chen with a fierce wind. Jian Chen's eyes flashed, and as his arm moved slightly, the Qingfeng Sword that pierced into the mercenary's throat had been crushed. He pulled it out, then turned around abruptly, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand was wrapped in a layer of hazy sword light, and it was once again drawn into a silver-white lightning, stabbing behind him at an extremely fast speed.

"clang!"

The light wind sword that was only two fingers thick and a three-inch wide giant sword collided in mid-air, and the two holy soldiers, which were completely inconsistent in size, were evenly matched.

However, no one noticed that when the Qingfeng Sword collided with the giant sword, Jian Chen held onto Qingfengjian's right arm and trembled undetectably twice.

Turning his eyes slightly, Jian Chen stared at the owner of the giant sword with cold eyes, and saw that the owner of the giant sword was relieved to be the middle-aged man who walked in the front of the mercenary team, but at this moment the middle-aged man's expression had changed. It became extremely gloomy, and the eyes looking at Jian Chen were full of strong murderous intent.

"Drink!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a strong murderous intent, and then he let out a loud drink, his left hand formed a fist, and punched Jian Chen's face with a biting wind.

A cold light flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Facing the powerful punch of the middle-aged man, he did not dodge or dodge. With his left hand formed into a palm, he faced the middle-aged man's punch without the slightest fear.

"bump!"

When the fists and palms collided, the powerful strength contained in it burst out, making a dull muffled sound, and at the point where the palms of the two met, a strong strength spurted out from the cluster, expanding to In all directions, under this invisible energy raging, the surrounding weeds and trees began to shake, and some of the weeds that were closer to the two of them were bent down and fell to the ground.

But Jian Chen and the middle-aged man were also shocked by the strong counter-shock force produced by the fist-to-palm collision, each of them stepped back a certain distance, and finally swayed and faced each other with a distance of ten meters.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and he stared fiercely at Jian Chen, who was ten meters away, with strong killing intent in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you are really fast, and you are really ruthless."

At this time, the rest of the surviving great saints also gathered behind the middle-aged man, all looking at Jian Chen with shock and anger.

Jian Chen stared coldly at the group of mercenaries on the opposite side, but did not speak. Now that the golden-threaded silver-threaded snake has been discovered by them, Jian Chen has no choice but to kill and silence. Jian Chen, who has previous life experience, is not one of those fledgling boys. If you go out, you will definitely bring yourself endless troubles. After all, the gold-threaded silver-threaded snake is too precious. It is so precious that some powerful and powerful families on the Tianyuan Continent will not hesitate to go to war to get it. The pursuit is definitely more miserable than facing Hua Yunzong's pursuit. Jian Chen absolutely does not want to see such a situation, so, taking advantage of the present opportunity, Jian Chen must kill everyone present , Completely put an end to the spread of information about the silver-threaded snake.

The group of mercenaries on the opposite side now has eleven people left. Apart from the leading middle-aged man who has the strength of a holy master, there is also a young man about 30 years old hiding in the crowd They also possessed the strength of a Saint Master. In this team, only these two could pose a threat to Jian Chen.

Seeing that Jian Chen didn't speak, the middle-aged man didn't bother to say much, and ordered loudly: "Brothers, let's go up together, killing him will not only avenge our dead brother, but also that gold-threaded and silver-threaded snake is ours. That’s right, once we get the Silver Thread Snake, from now on, we will no longer have to risk our lives to hunt and kill monsters in the Warcraft Mountains just to make a little money.”

Saying that, the middle-aged man rushed towards Jian Chen first, and behind him, those mercenaries with the strength of the Great Saint Master also rushed up.

Jian Chen remained silent, but the fighting spirit in his heart subconsciously became high, and then he raised the Qingfeng Sword, and rushed towards the group of mercenaries with mysterious steps at an extremely fast speed.

"Drink!" Seeing Jian Chen rushing towards him, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a strong murderous intent, and then he raised his huge sword high, and slashed towards Jian Chen's head with all his might.

There was a sneer on Jian Chen's face, he didn't touch the middle-aged man, and then he changed his pace slightly, bypassing the middle-aged man's giant sword, and rushed towards the group of mercenaries who were much weaker behind him .

Regarding Jian Chen's move, the middle-aged man was obviously wary after suffering a loss before. He saw that the attack angle of the giant sword he slashed into the air suddenly changed, and he abruptly changed the route with brute force, and then the giant sword suddenly changed its direction. The sword followed Jian Chen's figure passing by him all the way and continued to sweep towards Jian Chen.

The speed of the giant sword was not slow, it came to Jian Chen's back in the blink of an eye, and finally, accompanied by the fierce wind, it slashed past Jian Chen's waist without any hindrance.

However, the middle-aged man's face did not reveal the slightest happy expression, he stared at Jian Chen's gradually dissipating figure with serious eyes, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Remnant image!"