The one hundred and fifty-eighth chapter three strokes

Seeing that Jian Chen and the head of the regiment are about to move their hands, the dozen or so big men are also far away, and a pair of eyes are staring at the sword-knife man of Jian Chen.

The knife man held his two-handed sword tightly, his eyes staring at Jian Chen, and his face was a dignified look. Can you keep the magic core in their hands and watch this battle.

Although it is almost impossible for the Grand Master to defeat a senior priest in five strokes, the knife man saw Jian Chen so readily agreed, and his heart suddenly disappeared, so even though he only needs to Jian Chen insisted on five strokes in his hands, but this is also a small pressure for middle-aged men.

Moreover, his heart is still worried, Jian Chen will be so refreshed to agree, is not to use this opportunity to get rid of himself, so as to reduce the strength of Party B. Although there is such an idea, but he dare not do anything, he has to give it a try. Among them, although there is an idea to keep his magic core, the knife man wants to see the strength of Jian Chen and see how young it is. The character, in the end, has a strong strength, is it really as powerful as the rumors say, but at the age of 20 can kill the master of the great sage.

Looking at the dignified expression of the knife, the sword dust smiled slightly and reached out and said: "Please!"

The knife man was not polite, and the giant sword burst into a strong force of sacredness, rushing toward Jian Chen at a light pace.

The body of Jian Chen turned into a residual image, and greeted the middle-aged man at a very fast speed. The light wind sword in his hand was turned into a silver-white light with a sharp sword, and it was pierced with lightning.

Looking at the dust-fast sword of Jian Chen, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, and then the two-handed sword in his hand slammed down and slashed toward the light wind sword stabbed by Jian Chen.

"Ding!"

With a crisp steel bellows, two weapons that were completely inconsistent in size violently collided in midair, and a strong spurt burst out, turning into a storm that raged around.

The two weapons just collided together, the face of the middle-aged man changed slightly, and there was a glimmer of shock in his eyes. From this small sword with only **** wide, there was a sudden inconsistency with his physical strength. Strong strength, shaking his hands holding the giant sword, are a numb.

"With a single hand-held sword, you can fight with me. It seems that the rumors are really worthwhile." The knife man was secretly surprised.

However, just in the mind of the knife man who just converted the stock, the second sword of Jian Chen once again stabbed, and the speed was even faster than before.

The face of the knife man is extremely dignified, the sword of the sword dust is very fast, and he does not give him extra preparation time. He immediately resists the feeling of a numbness from his arm and lifts the giant sword. Crossing in front of you, resisting the light wind sword stabbed by the sword dust.

When the breezy sword stabbed the sword on the giant sword in front of him, a horrible force was transmitted from the previous, and the man’s footsteps were uncontrollably retreating, while holding the giant The hands of the sword could not help but tremble twice.

"You have lost!"

Just when the knife man had just stabilized his body, a faint voice came from the front. When the middle-aged man reacted, his face turned pale and there was no trace of blood, and his forehead was even more dissatisfied. Fine sweat beads.

I saw him in front of him, a narrow sword with a swaying cold man, I don’t know when he had stopped in front of him, and the tip of the sword just arrived at his throat.

The sly man’s face was sluggish and he looked incredulously at the sword that was parked in front of his throat. For a time, he could not speak.

Such a scene, so that more than a dozen big men who stood behind the knife man watching the battle, but also full of face can not believe, a pair of eyes are full of dull look, looking straight at the light touch on the knife The long sword of the man’s throat was so shocked that he could not speak.

"This is the third move, you lost!"

Retrieving the breeze sword, Jian Chen calmly looked at the man in front of the knife, the tone was very calm.

Three strokes! Jian Chen used only three strokes to defeat a senior holy teacher.

The knife man quickly returned to the gods, his eyes looked at the sword dust with a little horror, took a deep breath, and said with a trembling tone: "Good....a fast sword."

There was a faint smile on the face of Jian Chen. "You should know how to do it now."

The knife man quickly calmed down, and his eyes glanced at Jian Chen. Although the face of Jian Chen was covered with dirt, he could not see the appearance of Jian Chen, but in his eyes, Still can see the young face of Jian Chen.

The knife man took back his huge sword and shook his hand against the sword dust. He said, "Thank you for your mercy." Then the knife man turned his head and looked at the dozen or so big men behind him, secretly sighing, helplessly: "Everyone Take out all the magic cores on your body."

Hearing the words, the dozen or so big men hesitated for a moment, and then they bitterly face each other. They were very reluctant to take out all the magic cores in the space belt and visit them on the ground one by one.

After watching the battle between Jian Chen and the Knife Man, they also know that Jian Chen as long as they are magic, and taking their lives is definitely a special favor for them. Otherwise, according to the strength that Jian Chen has just demonstrated, Even if all of them are together, the final page will only be destroyed by the whole army. Because, as the strongest team leader in their team, they can't go five strokes in the hands of Jian Chen, let alone them.

The knife man took a pocket from his own space belt, first put his magic core in his pocket, and then, without the sword dust, he took the initiative to go forward and put all the magic cores in the dozens of people into this pocket. In the end, I handed the pocket to the front of Jian Chen. My eyes were a little reluctant to look at the pocket filled with magic core. I whispered, "All the magic cores in our body are here. ”

There are at least a hundred of these pocket magic cores, half of them are third-order magic cores, and the rest are almost second-order magic cores. The first-order magic core has only a small part.

Jian Chen reached out and took the pocket filled with the magic core and threw it directly into the belt of the space. He said: "My sword dust is also a person who keeps the promise. You should all go."

Subsequently, the knife man did not say anything, leaving a dozen people with low mood.

Looking at the direction in which several people disappeared, Jian Chen took a long breath and leaned a little on the big tree behind him. He muttered: "These days are really enough to toss, but although tired However, the harvest is very rich. The magic core harvested these days, because it is enough for me to practice for a long time, hey, I don’t know if I should thank the Tianxiong family, or because of the hate. he."

After a little rest in the spot, Jian Chen regained his body and whispered: "Now there is almost no one in the Warcraft Mountains. In such a vast area, I am too lazy to find one by one, forget it, anyway. Now that the Magic Core is enough, let them go for a while. At present, you should upgrade your strength again. Otherwise, if you are on the same name, you may not be the opponent."