The right shoulder is injured, which will directly affect the use of weapons and the display of strength. The injuries of these few people who were pierced by Jian Chen's sword on the right shoulder are much more serious than expected. Full of sharp sword energy, the function of their right shoulders has been destroyed, and they have lost their ability to fight.
Several injured people had to retreat helplessly, while Jian Chen and the other dozen people were still fighting fiercely.
In the battlefield, the sound of weapons colliding was continuous, and the strong aftermath of the holy power was centered on everyone, raging in all directions, pressing some weeds tightly on the ground, and dust in the air, covering the figures of the fighting people. In it, there is ambiguity.
"what….."
"what… "
From time to time, there were several screams mixed with pain. Immediately, someone was kicked away in a messed up image, or they exited the battle circle covered in blood. A dozen people were fighting in the field, and some people were constantly injured, and it didn't take long. , the original battle circle of 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 the slightest damage. After blocking the attacking holy soldier with a sword, the light wind sword in Jian Chen's hand turned into a silver-white light again, piercing the man's right shoulder before the opponent could react.
"I don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. I'll give you one last chance. If you're still stubborn, don't blame me for killing." Jian Chen shouted loudly without any pause in his movements. His eyes were also flickering with murderous intent. Killed. Before, he had been merciful to these dozen people, and if these people were still stubborn, he had no choice but to kill.
On Tianyuan Continent, this kind of thing is very common, so Jian Chen doesn't feel that he has any fault. After all, this world is a world that respects strength. The strong can cover the sky with one hand and do whatever they want, while the weak are Always have the right to speak.
Now that so many mercenaries and various forces have entered the Warcraft Mountains, almost all of them have the purpose of capturing Jian Chen and handing it over to the Tianxiong family to receive the reward, even the dozen people on the opposite side are no exception. They, I'm afraid it's a completely different situation now.
After hearing this, the middle-aged man named Mu Jian showed a struggling look on his face. His eyes swept over the few people who had been injured and lost their combat effectiveness. 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, those who were still at war with Jian Chen quickly backed away, all of them looked at Jian Chen with lingering fears, and more eyes turned to him. Gathered on the light wind sword that was only two fingers wide in Jian Chen's hand. They had personally experienced the lightning-fast speed of the light wind sword, and they were all terrified. They were almost injured by the light wind sword several times. Fortunately, they were in a critical situation. Every moment was rescued by others.
Mu Jian looked at Jian Chen with a complicated look, and paused for a while on the Qingfeng sword stained with blood in Jian Chen's hands, his expression was decadent, and he said weakly: "Everyone put all the demon cores in their hands. Take it out, Your Excellency Jian Chen has already shown mercy to us, otherwise, the few of you would be more than just injured."
This time, no one was unconvinced anymore. The faces of more than a dozen people were full of decadence, and they silently took out all the magic cores in their spatial belts, and then stacked them on the ground.
After the confrontation just now, all of them understood in their hearts that even if they had a dozen of them together, they would not be the opponent of the young man in front of them. Couldn't resist the round.
Each of the dozen or so saint teachers has a lot of magic cores. Although there are few third-order ones, there are quite a few first- and second-order ones.
"Jianchen, here are all the demon cores on our bodies, now we can go." Mu Jian's face was not very good-looking, and he said in a deep voice.
Jian Chen glanced at the small pile of demon cores on the ground, with a smile on his face, and said, "If you take it out sooner, then nothing will be gone, okay, although I, Jian Chen, don't dare to call myself a gentleman. , but I'm also a person who keeps my promises, you all go."
Mu Jian and others looked at the small pile of demon cores on the ground for a while, with a look of reluctance in their eyes, then sighed helplessly, and left here with a feeling of loss. Although these magic cores are not many, they are their inventory for more than ten years.
"Remember, I don't want to see you come to deal with me again, otherwise, I will never show any sympathy, and you'd better leave the Warcraft Mountains."
Just before a dozen people took a few steps, Jian Chen's flat voice came from behind.
Hearing this, Mu Jian and the others froze slightly, but no one said anything, and soon disappeared into the dense jungle.
Jian Chen put away his Qingfeng sword, walked slowly to the pile of demon cores, and bent down to put all the demon cores into the space belt. Tier 1, Tier 3, and Tier 3 magic cores are less than twenty.
After all these magic cores were put into the space belt, Jian Chen straightened up in a hurry, with a sneer on his face, and suddenly said, "Friend, it's been enough since I've been here for so long, isn't it? It should be out."
"Ha ha ha ha… "
As soon as Jian Chen finished speaking, a loud laughter sounded in the forest. Immediately, a gray figure shot like lightning, and finally landed on the ground 20 meters away from Jian Chen.
The person who came was an old man who looked to be in his 50s or 60s. The old man was blushing, his bright eyes were piercing, and his long hair with a little silver and white was scattered around his shoulders. He looked a bit downcast. The old man was wearing a gray robe and was taller than Jian Chen. Although he just stood there as usual, Jian Chen felt an invisible pressure enveloped him.
In the face of this old man, Jian Chen did not dare to take it lightly, his face became a little dignified, his eyes were fixed on the old man, and he slowly said: "Great Sage!"
The old man laughed: "Little baby, I didn't expect you to be able to see the strength of the old man, not bad, not bad, really good, it seems that you do have some strength, you can't even catch the old thing Tian Xionglie. "