Seeing that Jian Chen and the head of the regiment were about to move their hands, the dozen or so big men also retreated far away, while a pair of eyes stared at the sword-scarred man in Jian Chen without blinking.
The scarred man clenched his two-handed giant sword tightly, staring at Jian Chen sharply, but his expression was solemn. Whether he can keep the magic core in their hands depends on this battle.
Although it is almost impossible for the Great Sage to defeat a high-level Sage within five strokes, the scarred man saw that Jian Chen agreed so readily, and his heart suddenly lost ground, so even though he only needed to Jian Chen insisted on five moves, but for the middle-aged man, it was also a lot of pressure.
Moreover, he was still worried in his heart that Jian Chen would agree so readily, would he take this opportunity to get rid of himself so as to reduce the strength of Party B. Although he has such an idea, he doesn't dare to do anything. He has to try it. Of course, he wants to keep his magic core. At the same time, the scarred man also wants to see Jian Chen's strength and see how young he is. How powerful is the character of , is it really as powerful as the rumors say, and can kill a great sage master at the age of 20.
Seeing the dignified expression on the scarred man's face, Jian Chen smiled slightly, stretched out his hand slightly, and said, "Please!"
The scarred man was not polite, and a strong holy force burst out from the giant sword, rushing towards Jian Chen with light steps.
Jian Chen's body turned into an afterimage, facing the middle-aged man at an extremely fast speed, the light wind sword in his hand turned into a silver-white light with sharp sword energy, and stabbed out like lightning.
Looking at Jian Chen's lightning-fast sword, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly, and then the two-handed giant sword in his hand suddenly slashed down towards the Qingfeng sword that Jian Chen stabbed.
"Ding!"
With a crisp steel symphony, two weapons that were completely different in size collided violently in mid-air, and a strong energy burst out, turning into a storm and raging towards the surroundings.
As soon as the two weapons collided, the middle-aged man's complexion changed slightly, a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and suddenly there was a burst of energy that was completely incompatible with its physical strength from the slender sword that was only two fingers wide. The powerful force shook his hands holding the giant sword, and they all went numb.
"With the sword in one hand, you can be on par with me. It seems that the rumors are true." The scarred man secretly said in surprise.
However, just when the idea of the scarred man turned his mind, Jian Chen's second sword stabbed again, and the speed was even faster than before.
The scarred man's face was extremely solemn, Jian Chen's sword was extremely fast, and he didn't give him any extra time to prepare. He then forcibly endured the soreness and numbness that came from his arm, and raised the giant sword with all his might. It stood in front of him, resisting the light wind sword that Jian Chen stabbed.
When the light wind sword stabbed on the giant sword that the scarred man was standing in front of him, a force that was even more terrifying than before was transmitted. The scarred man staggered back uncontrollably, while holding the giant sword The sword's hands trembled uncontrollably.
"You have already lost!"
Just when the scarred man stabilized his body, a faint voice came from the front. When the middle-aged man reacted, his face instantly turned pale, without a trace of blood, and his forehead was even more dissatisfied. Fine beads of sweat.
I saw that in front of him, a slender long sword flashing with a cold light, had stopped steadily in front of him at some point, and the tip of the sword just reached his throat.
The scarred man looked sluggish, looking at the long sword parked in front of his throat in disbelief, for a while, he was speechless.
Such a scene made the dozen or so big men standing behind the scarred man watching the battle with their faces full of disbelief, their eyes filled with sluggish expressions, and they stared blankly at the knife that touched the knife lightly. The long sword in the scarred man's throat was speechless in shock.
"This is the third move, you lose!"
Withdrawing the Qingfeng Sword, Jian Chen calmly looked at the man with the scar in front of him, with a very calm tone.
Three strokes! Jian Chen defeated a high-level saint teacher with just three moves.
The scarred man quickly came back to his senses, looked at Jian Chen with some horror in his eyes, took a deep breath, and said with a trembling voice: "Okay.... What a fast sword."
A faint smile appeared on Jian Chen's face, and said, "Now you guys should know what to do."
The scarred man quickly calmed down and looked at Jian Chen deeply. Although Jian Chen's face was supposed to be covered with dirt, he couldn't see Jian Chen's appearance, but in his eyes, You can still see Jian Chen's young face.
The scarred man withdrew his two-handed giant sword and bowed slightly to Jian Chen, saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your mercy." Then the scarred man turned to look at the dozen big men behind him, sighed secretly, and said helplessly: "Everyone Take out all the magic cores on your body."
Hearing that, the dozen or so big men hesitated for a while, and then they all took out all the magic cores in the space belt with bitter faces, and visited them one by one on the ground.
After watching the battle between Jian Chen and the Scarred Man, they also knew in their hearts that as long as Jian Chen had their demon cores, he would be very kind to them if he did not take their lives. Otherwise, according to the strength Jian Chen just showed, Even if all of them are on the same page, the final page will only end in the destruction of the entire army. Because, as the most powerful head of their team, Jian Chen couldn't make five moves, let alone them.
The scarred man took out a pocket from his spatial belt, first put his own magic core into the pocket, and then without Jian Chen's instructions, he took the initiative to go forward and put all the magic cores in the dozens of people into this pocket. In the middle, he finally handed the pocket to Jian Chen, looked at the pocket full of magic cores with a little nostalgia, and said in a low voice, "All the magic cores on us are here. "
There are at least a hundred magic cores in this pocket, half of which are third-order magic cores, the rest are almost second-order magic cores, and there are only a few first-order magic cores.
Jian Chen stretched out his hand to take the pocket full of demon cores, and threw it directly into the space belt, saying, "I, Jian Chen, also keep my promise, you all go."
Afterwards, the scarred man didn't say anything, and left here with a dozen people in a depressed mood.
Looking at the direction where the few people disappeared, Jian Chen let out a long breath, leaned lazily on a big tree behind him, and murmured, "These few days have been really frustrating, but even though I'm quite tired. , but the harvest is very rich. The magic core I harvested in the past few days should be enough for my cultivation for a long time. Alas, I don't know whether to thank the Tianxiong family or to hold grudges. he."
After resting in place for a while, Jian Chen straightened his body again and whispered: "There are almost no people in the Warcraft Mountain Range now, and in such a vast area, I don't bother to look for them one by one. Forget it, anyway. Now that the magic core is enough, let them go for the time being, and at present, we should improve our strength again, otherwise, once you face several great masters at the same time, I am afraid that they will not be their opponents."