Facing Jian Chen's lightning-like speed, only a few of the group of mercenaries reacted, and their holy soldiers appeared in their hands, and then immediately slashed towards Jian Chen.
Jian Chen was not entangled with them, his body swayed slightly, avoiding the attacks of several of them, and quickly passed by them, the light wind sword in his hand was drawn as a silver light and flashed from the necks of the two of them.
When the silver light disappeared, the two people's bodies suddenly froze. As the look in their eyes quickly disappeared, their eyes gradually became dull, and on their throats, a small bloodstain appeared in the crowd. In the line of sight, the next moment, bright red blood flowed turbulently from the bloodstain at the throat, and the bodies of the two slowly fell down.
The speed swept past the two of them without losing the slightest speed, and Jian Chen rushed to the rear of the group of mercenaries in the blink of an eye. Those weak mercenaries became Jian Chen's primary target of attack, although the group of mercenaries was about twenty. People, but their strength is not strong, generally in the stage of saints and great saints, only the leading middle-aged man and the other person have the strength of saints.
Jian Chen stepped on a mysterious pace, his body was like a ghost, flashing rapidly behind the mercenary, with the silver-white light flashing continuously, there were mercenaries falling under Jian Chen's light wind sword, these strengths The mercenaries who were all at the saint stage were powerless to fight back in Jian Chen's hands. Facing this extremely fast attack, their brains simply couldn't react, let alone resist.
In a breathless time, those who only had the strength of saints in this group of mercenaries died under the sword of Jian Chen, and the remaining people, the weakest, had reached the stage of great saints. In the face of Jian Chen's attack, he already had the ability to resist.
After killing the weakest saint, Jian Chen's movements did not stop at all, and the light wind sword in his hand once again turned into a silver-white lightning, at a very fast speed towards a servant with the strength of the great saint next to him. Soldiers stab.
Faced with this extremely fast one, the mercenary's face suddenly became constipated, and it was too late to dodge.
However, the Qingfeng Sword in Jian Chen's hand was like a sensitive poisonous snake. With the change of the sword's stance, the Qingfeng Sword that had stabbed the mercenary's throat suddenly sank and stabbed towards his heart.
"Pfft!" This time, the mercenary with the strength of the Great Sage had no time to react. The silver-white light wind sword had already penetrated deeply into the left chest at an extremely fast speed, and a sword pierced him. heart.
Just as the Qingfeng Sword entered the heart of this mercenary, it was immediately pulled out by Jian Chen, and then continued to launch a fierce attack on the rest.
Seeing that in such a short period of time, several brothers died in his own camp, and the remaining mercenaries were all shocked and angry.
"Bastard, go to hell!"
"Return my brother's life!"
The remaining few mercenaries with the strength of the Great Saint shouted one after another, raising their holy soldiers to attack Jian Chen in different directions, blocking all the escape routes for Jian Chen.
There was an imperceptible sneer at the corner of Jian Chen's mouth, and then there was a hazy sword glow on the Qingfeng Sword, stabbing straight at the incoming holy soldier at a lightning speed.
"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!" …
In a short period of time, Jian Chen stabbed out several swords at an extremely fast speed. Each sword accurately hit one of the holy soldiers that slashed at him, and became a light wind sword and several holy soldiers of the opponent's mercenary. When they collided, the steel-like symphony sounded together, as if there was only one sound, and it was difficult to hear the nuances.
At the moment when the Qingfeng Sword collided with those holy soldiers, a powerful force was transmitted to the opponent's holy soldiers along the Qingfeng Sword.
Feeling the powerful force from the Holy Soldier, the expressions of several mercenaries who had reached the strength of the Great Saint all changed. None of them would have imagined that the light wind sword with only two fingers in front of him actually contained a power that was completely incompatible with its size.
The sharp gaze in Jian Chen's eyes flashed away, and a strong murderous intent flickered in his eyes. Taking advantage of the good time when these mercenaries had not yet controlled their bodies, their bodies came silently to a mercenary like a ghost. In front of him, the light wind sword in his hand stabbed towards the mercenary's neck with a hazy layer of sword energy at a lightning speed.
In the face of this extremely fast sword, the mercenary who had not stabilized his body was too late to do anything to resist, and finally, in his terrified eyes, the light wind sword had penetrated deeply. He cut his throat and pierced it directly, and the blood-stained sword tip broke out from the other end of the mercenary's throat.
At this moment, a giant sword came from behind Jian Chen with a fierce wind, and Jian Chen's eyes flashed, and as his arm twitched slightly, the light wind sword that had pierced into the mercenary's throat had already been pulled out by him. Out, then turned around suddenly, the light wind sword in his hand was wrapped in a hazy sword glow, and again divided into a silver-white lightning, stabbing towards the back at a very fast speed.
"clang!"
The light wind sword with only two fingers and a three-inch wide sword collided in mid-air, and the two holy soldiers, which were completely different in size, were evenly matched.
However, no one noticed that when the light wind sword and the giant sword collided, Jian Chen held the right arm of the light wind sword and trembled slightly.
Turning his eyes slightly, Jian Chen stared at the master of the giant sword with cold eyes. He saw that the master of the giant sword was relieved to be the middle-aged man who was walking in the front of the mercenary team. It became extremely gloomy, and the eyes that looked at Jian Chen were full of strong murderous intent.
"Drink!" A strong murderous intent flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and then he let out a loud shout, his left hand formed a fist, and a strong wind hit Jian Chen's face.
A cold light flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Facing the middle-aged man's powerful punch, he did not dodge or evade. His left hand became a palm, and he faced the middle-aged man's fist without any fear.
"bump!"
When the fists and palms collided, the powerful energy contained in them burst out, making a dull muffled sound, and at the place where the palms of the two met, a strong energy spewed out from the cluster, expanding towards In all directions, under the raging of this invisible energy, the weeds and trees all around began to sway, and some weeds that were closer to the two were lowered and bent, and Pupu was on the ground.
Jian Chen and the middle-aged man were also shaken by the strong anti-shock force generated by the collision of their fists and palms, so they each stepped back a little distance, and finally shook and held each other at a distance of ten meters.
The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and he stared at Jian Chen ten meters away with strong killing intent in his eyes.
At this time, the remaining few surviving Great Sages also gathered behind the middle-aged man, all of them 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 Thread Snake has been discovered by them, Jian Chen has no choice but to kill people. Jian Chen, who has experience in his previous life, is not a fledgling boy. He is very clear in his heart that once the rumor about the Golden Thread Snake is rumored. If you go out, it will definitely bring you endless trouble. After all, the gold and silver snake is too precious. It is so precious that some big power families on Tianyuan Continent will not hesitate to fight to get it. Once they are attacked by them. Chasing is definitely more miserable than facing Hua Yunzong's pursuit and killing. Jian Chen absolutely does not want to see such a situation. Therefore, taking advantage of the present opportunity, Jian Chen must kill everyone present. , completely put an end to the information spread of the golden thread snake.
The group of mercenaries on the opposite side now has eleven people left. In addition to the leading middle-aged man who has the strength of a saint, there is also a young man in his thirties hiding in the crowd. They also possess the strength of a saint teacher. In this team, only these two people can pose a threat to Jian Chen.
Seeing that Jian Chen didn't speak, the middle-aged man was too lazy to say anything, and ordered loudly: "Brothers, let's go together, killing him will not only avenge our dead brother, but also that gold and silver snake is also ours. Well, once we get the golden thread snake, from now on, we no longer have to risk our lives to hunt monsters in the Mountain of Monsters to earn a little money."
Saying that, the middle-aged man rushed towards Jian Chen first, and behind him, the mercenaries with the strength of the Great Sage also rushed up.
Jian Chen was silent, but the fighting spirit in his heart suddenly became high, and then he carried the Qingfeng sword and stepped at a mysterious pace to the group of mercenaries at an extremely fast speed.
"Drink!" Looking at Jian Chen, who was rushing towards him, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a strong murderous intent, and then he raised his giant sword high and slashed towards Jian Chen with the force of slashing Mount Huashan.
A sneer appeared on Jian Chen's face, and he didn't make contact with the middle-aged man, and then his pace changed slightly. He bypassed the middle-aged man's giant sword and rushed towards the group of weaker mercenaries 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. The sword followed the silhouette of Jian Chen passing by him and continued to sweep towards Jian Chen.
The speed of the giant sword is not slow, it came to Jian Chen's back in the blink of an eye, and finally, accompanied by the fierce wind, slashed past Jian Chen's waist without any resistance.
However, the middle-aged man's face did not show the slightest happy expression. He stared at Jian Chen's gradually dissipating figure with a dignified gaze, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Afterimage!"