Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 152

Jian Chen smiled and said: "Don't dare to be, Master Mu Jian is really lifting me up, I think you have to enter the Warcraft Mountains, but also to find it."

"Yes, we just came to catch you." Jian Chen’s voice just fell, and the big man who was blocked by Mu Jian just shouted.

The words of this great man made Mu Jian’s face change slightly. He turned his head and glared at the big man. The sly big man’s face was puzzled, and the second monk couldn’t figure it out.

Mu Jian arched his hand against Jian Chen, and he smiled and said: "The Lord Jian Chen, in the next few people enter the World of Warcraft Mountains, in fact, it is also a look at the excitement, and did not arrest your mind, I want to come to you must be misunderstood a few of us. ""

"Misunderstanding!" Jian Chenpi smiled and said: "If I didn't get it wrong, I just heard that the friend around you said that you just arrested me and entered this Warcraft Mountain Range. How could it be? Misunderstanding."

Wen Yan said that Mu Jian’s face showed a sly look. Several of them came to the Warcraft Mountains, indeed to catch the sword dust. Although they had heard about the strength of Jian Chen before, they died in his hands. There are several masters of the sage, but that is rumor after all. Many people are skeptical about the situation in the rumors, even Mu Jian and his party are no exception.

But since I saw the strength of Jian Chen before, Mu Jian immediately determined that he and others are not opponents of Jian Chen. Even if they occupy the advantage of the number, it is not necessarily able to capture Jian Chen, and they themselves I have to bear a lot of losses, and Mu Jian’s heart is also very clear. If Jian Chen wants to take the lives of the two people, I am afraid that they have already been lying on the ground. Therefore, at this moment, Mu Jian’s heart has given up the sword dust. The idea, at least, the current timing, can not conflict with the sword dust, otherwise, the loss will only be his own pedestrians.

Seeing Mu Jian’s words, Jian Chen once again said: “I don’t want to kill innocents. I will hand over all the magic cores in your space belt. As your life-saving money, if not, then don’t blame me for the sword dust. The heart is very hot." Behind the scene, a violent murder came from the eyes of Jian Chen.

After listening to the words of Jian Chen, there were anger and disdainful looks on the faces of more than a dozen people. None of them had such a bright look as Mu Jian.

"Sword dust, you only know the despicable villain who plays sneak attack, what is the qualification to say this, to eat your grandfather sword."

The words of Jian Chen angered many people, and suddenly there was a burly man with a huge sword with his hands rushing toward Jian Chen.

"And slow!" Mu Jian flashed a body to stop the big man, ignored the angry look of the big man, turned his head and looked at Jian Chen, Shen Sheng: "Sword dust, we have no intention to be against you, do you really want to force We are not successful."

There was a sneer on the face of Jian Chen. "I still have that sentence, leaving the magic core, you can let go. Otherwise, then I will only do it myself." Speaking, Jian Chen’s tone paused slightly. Then continue to say: "However, if you really get your hands on it, then some of the deaths and injuries that occurred, you can't blame me."

The lack of room for Jian Chen’s words made Mu Jian’s face become a little gloomy. Shen Sheng said: “As the saying goes, everything stays in the line, and you can talk in the future. You are too much too much. "The magic cores in the belt of their own space are themselves and others risk their lives to hunt World of Warcraft in the Warcraft Mountains, and then after a long time to accumulate, Mu Jian, although knowing that he and others once fight with Jian Chen If you kill it, you will definitely have some damage, but it is impossible for them to hand over all the magic cores that have been hard to be accumulated for many days.

"Mu Jian, and he did so much nonsense, he would not be able to catch him directly, and he would like to have all of us hand over all the magic cores in the bag. This is a big joke." In the back, a middle-aged man with a blond hair said, his voice was disdainful.

"Sword dust, although you hurt our brothers, but it is only because you sneaked on it. If it is a frontal fight, we have more than a dozen people together, you are not necessarily our opponent, the final result is at best a loss of both." This is not good for us, especially you, once you are hit hard, I am afraid it will be very bad for you. After all, in this Warcraft Mountains, the people who come to arrest you are almost everywhere, this thing is either That's it, or we're going to fight a broken net. In the end, we want us to hand over the magic core. This is absolutely impossible." He spoke of a tall man. Obviously, he also looked at the sword dust. The strength of the sword dust is not weak.

In the eyes of Jian Chen, the cold flashes in the eyes, slowly raise the light wind sword in his hand, Shen Sheng said: "If this is the case, then it will fight." Then he rushed over to the opposite party.

Mu Jian is no longer nonsense, holding a long sword and a dozen people behind him rushed over at the same time, more than a dozen people suddenly fought together.

Each of these dozens of people has the strength of the sage, and the sword dust is changed. It is a bit difficult to resist the siege of more than a dozen sages, but now, the strength also reaches the sage class. The siege of a master of the same class has already seemed to be more than enough.

Jian Chen glared at his mysterious pace and the fast sword that made it difficult for the priest-level masters to resist, and it was quite similar to the dozens of sages, even though Jian Chen was absolutely inferior in number. However, it was not long before the two sides fought, and the dozens of people were gradually forced into the downwind by Jian Chen. During this period, some people were almost pierced by a sword and a sword, but at the crucial moment, they were surrounded by people. It was saved, but it was so, but many of the dozen or so people were stabbed by Jian Chen.

The sword dust body is like a ghost, constantly moving through the crowd, dodging the intensive attack from all directions, and the light wind sword in his hand has already formed a vague sword shadow.

In the rapid dance of the breeze sword, the friction with the air constantly emits a subtle sound of breaking, and the sound is densely connected as if it is a straight line.

"puff!"

The sharp sword tip of the breeze sword was filled with sharp swords, piercing the joints of one's right arm, and a sword slid into his body along the light wind sword, destroying the function of his right arm.

The man immediately made a painful scream, and a large sword held in his hand disappeared. The joint of the right shoulder was pierced by a sword. He was unable to take the weapon and lost his fighting ability.

"Touch!" Jian Chen slammed his foot on his abdomen, kicked him out, and then swayed slightly to avoid attacks from the surrounding, while the light wind sword smashed out toward another person. A few swords, forcing the other side to be in a hurry, then squatting at the other side to resist the urgency, but also a sword pierced his right shoulder.