Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 154, Killing the Great Master (1)

Jian Chen took a deep breath, although he had long guessed that there was a great chance that the master of the Dasheng division would not be able to resist the temptation of the 10,000 amethyst coins to deal with himself, but he did not expect it. I was met by myself. However, in the heart of Jian Chen, there is no fear of look. Now, although his strength does not dare to say that he can defeat the master of the Dasheng division, he still has some confidence in self-protection.

At the same time, Jian Chen’s heart is also secretly fortunate. Fortunately, he has the foresight to upgrade his strength from the Great Saint to the Holy Division. Otherwise, he will face the master of the Great Master class according to his original strength. There is only a choice to escape.

In the face of a great sage, although Jian Chen felt a great pressure, he quickly calmed down, and a pair of dull eyes quietly watched the opposite old man with no emotions. "Old gentleman, are you also arresting me because of the temptation of this million amethyst?"

"The little doll knows why, the old man, I don't talk nonsense with you. You are embarrassing to go with me, or I want my old man to do it myself, but you have to understand that the old man is not as good as the previous dozens of sages." "The old man looked at Jian Chen with a relaxed face, and he did not put the sword dust in his eyes.

The sword dust snorted, and then the light wind sword flashed with the bright light of the silver slowly rising from the right hand. The sword dust was holding the sword right, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and proudly said: "It is never the style of my sword dust. Mr., let me teach you about the tricks." After the words are finished, Jian Chen is transformed into a ghost, leaving the residual image of the road, rushing toward the old man at a very fast speed, a distance of just 20 meters. In the blink of an eye, the light wind sword in the hands of Jian Chen was wrapped in a layer of sturdy swords, and turned into a silvery white light to the old man's throat.

The unintentional look between the old man's eyes disappeared in an instant, and it became a little dignified. The powerful force of the palm of the hand emerged, instantly forming a one-foot-long dagger, and the dagger flickered. Han Mang greeted the light wind sword.

The light wind sword and the dagger in the hands of the old man collided in midair, giving a crisp sound, and then a strong force of the Holy Spirit was centered on two weapons, forming a circle of visible energy that spread to the surrounding. Going, all the weeds that have been affected by this energy, the surrounding weeds suddenly broke. When the ripples of this holy force formed on the ground, the soft soil on the ground was crushed a little. .

A slight snoring sounded from the throat of Jian Chen, and then the Jian Chen body shape could not be self-made and retreated a few meters away. At each step, a deep footprint was stepped on the ground.

"The strength of the Great Master is really strong. I didn't expect my strength to reach the stage of the sage, and there is still such a big gap between the sage and the sage." Jian Chen said in the heart, this time with the old man's front and hard neck, he obviously fell into Downwind. After all, this time it is completely hard to use the strength of the Holy Power to harden the neck, and the strength of the sword dust will advance to the sage, how could it be the opponent of the old man.

However, there is a sneak peek in Jian Chen’s heart. From this positive collision with the old man, he has more clearly realized how much the gap between his current strength and the great sage has, which makes him calm. A lot.

On the other hand, the old man on the opposite side, his face was more dignified, and his face stared at Jian Chen seriously. Shen Sheng said: "The little doll is not simple. It seems that if you want to hold you, the old man has to pay a fee. It’s only a matter of strength."

There was a sneer on the face of Jian Chen. "I am afraid that even if you do your best, it will not be possible to capture me."

The old man’s eyes flashed coldly, and he smiled coldly: “The little dolls can really make a big talk. Today, let the old man will meet you well and see how much you can bear.”

As soon as the words were finished, the dagger in the hands of the old man suddenly broke out with a strong force of the Holy Spirit, drowning the entire capital of the capital, and then the old man flashed a flash, appearing in front of Jian Chen in a very strange way, dagger With the power of the Holy Spirit, the air was cut and stabbed straight to the heart of Jian Chen.

In the face of a great sage, Jian Chen did not dare to take it lightly. The power of the Holy Spirit in the body worked hard, and all of them gathered on the breeze sword. As the right arm swung, the breeze sword was completely blurred in the air. Jianying, the sly collided with the dagger from the old man.

Suddenly, a more intense energy aftermath burst than before, it seems to be raging in all directions, the ground is flying, the smoke is over the sky, and the strong force of the Holy Spirit has twisted some weeds around, and countless Plant powder flies in midair.

After a blow, the Jian Chen figure once again took a few steps back uncontrollably, but the old man did not have anything. He was chasing after Jian Chen, and his body shook slightly and came to him at a very fast speed. In front of Jian Chen, the dagger in his hand once again stabbed toward the heart of Jian Chen.

The sword dust was slightly twisted, and the dagger was almost rubbed against his clothes. Immediately, the breeze sword suddenly turned into a sword shadow to cover the old man. In a short moment, the sword dust was extremely fast. Speed ​​has pierced more than ten swords, and each sword is very accurate pointing to the old man's vitality.

The old man lightning-retracted the dagger, and the one-foot-long dagger was waved into a shadow by him, resisting the swordsmanship attacked by Jian Chen.

"Hey..."

As the sound of a dense weapon collided, the light wind sword and the dagger in the hands of the old man had collided more than ten times in a short moment, and the intensive sound seemed to be connected into a line.

Later, the old man's body was somewhat embarrassed. At this moment, the gray dress worn on him was not as good as the previous one. There were several cracks in the chest, but there was no blood flowing out, but in the old man’s Behind him, there were a few hairs slowly falling on the ground. Looking closely, the little man behind the old man had a bit of messy hair, which was a bit shorter than before.

On the other hand, Jian Chen does not look much better than the old man. Although he has not suffered any harm, his face is pale and morbid.

Looking at the cracks that appeared on his clothes, the old man's face became a little gloomy, Shen Sheng said: "I don't know how to lift, don't blame me for being so hot."

Jian Chen smiled coldly. "There are a lot of holy teachers who died under my sword, but there has never been a big holy teacher who died under my breeze sword. Today, you will be the first one."

"Hurricane!" The old man was furious and no longer nonsense, and washed again toward the sword dust.