Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 157

When the voice of this person just fell, some people said: "Yeah, the head of the team, although we did not meet with the sword dust, but from this road we have at least found hundreds of bodies, and many of them are even The same place died, and from the point of view, many of them are acquaintances in Wacker City, almost all have the strength of the sage, since the sword dust can kill the team composed of sage masters Well, his strength may at least reach the Great Master. Even if we are against him, it may not be able to win him. Instead, it will suffer losses. If the situation is serious, even if the whole army is destroyed, it is not No such possibility."

After listening to these words, the heavy face of a dozen middle-aged men couldn’t help but be a bit more heavy. These thoughts, they all circled in their minds, originally thought that they had at least a middle-level sage. It is an effortless task for the team to catch the sword dust. After all, such a lineup has a hard work in the face of the Great Master, and the news given by the Tianxiong family has a clear description of the sword. The dust only has the strength of the great saints, but at most it is only the holy teacher, so when they came, they did not put the sword dust in their eyes.

However, with the day-to-day stay in the Warcraft Mountains, the rumors about Jian Chen are getting more and more powerful, especially recently, there are rumors that several strong masters of the Great Master class have died in the hands of Jian Chen. . Although they did not believe in such amazing news, but as they continued to move around in the Warcraft Mountains, the bodies of the land they met had finally shaken their confidence.

Now, more than a dozen of them have fallen into a slap in the face of riding a tiger. They want to continue to capture the sword dust, but they are worried that they are not the opponents of Jian Chen. They want to withdraw from the Warcraft Mountains, but they are unwilling to do so. The reward of Wan Zi Jing coins is really too much for them.

"Head, we still give up this task. We have come this way in the past few days. Isn’t the body visible at any time not enough to prove a fact? If it really meets the sword dust, even if we all together It’s impossible to be his opponent. It’s impossible for us all to die here.” A middle-aged man with a black face on his face said, in his eyes, there was a faint timidity.

"I support the proposal of the cloud screen, the head of the team, this million amethyst coins are certainly not a small number, but we also have to be famous to spend, if we throw our lives here, even if there is More money, then five blessings to enjoy." Talking is a darker man.

After listening to these words, a middle-aged man with a slashed face and a resolute face nodded slightly and said, "Okay, now I declare that everyone will immediately withdraw from the Warcraft Mountains."

After listening to this, a dozen people suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then the tight look on one face could not help but relax.

"It’s a pity that it’s too late to go now!"

However, before I was happy, the sound of a crisp voice came from afar.

The sudden voice made the faces of more than a dozen middle-aged men change.

"Who is there, give it to me." The middle-aged man with a knife on his face immediately stood up from the ground and shouted. At the same time, more than a dozen middle-aged men also stood up from the ground, staring at the direction of the sound.

Immediately, I saw a man wearing a hide slowly coming out from behind a big tree. This man had a long black hair, bound by a straw rope behind his face, and his face was covered with dirt. A little cat is completely out of sight.

More than a dozen big men’s eyes were gathered in this man wearing a hide, and the middle-aged man with a knife on his face shouted: "Who are you!"

It was said that the person wearing the animal skin had a smile on his face, but this smile was hidden under the cover of the dark face. "I am the one you are looking for."

After listening to this, a dozen of the big Han eyes showed a trace of confusion, but even if they reacted, their faces were all changed.

"You....you....Are you a sword dust?" a big man screamed, with a little panic and an incredible look.

The opposite person wearing the animal skin slowly nodded and said with a smile; "Yes, I am Jian Chen."

More than a dozen big-faced faces suddenly became wonderful. Everyone, look at me, I look at you, no one thought of it. Before they worked hard for a few days, the sword dust would actually be in their intention to withdraw from Warcraft. When the mountains are active, they appear in front of them.

If such a scene happened a few days ago, more than a dozen of them would be extremely excited to surround the sword dust without any hesitation, but at the moment.....

For a time, more than a dozen people felt a bitter bitterness in their hearts.

"Hand over all the magic cores in your hands, I can let you leave, if not, then there is only one dead road, give you a time to consider tea." Waiting for more than a dozen people to speak, Jian Chen said. Although his tone was dull, he listened to the people in the ears of more than a dozen people, and the hearts of each one became heavy.

More than a dozen people looked at each other, and then the man with the knife screamed: "Sword Dust, you open all the magic cores in us, you are too much too much. After all, we have to come here." It is also extremely difficult, almost every one is that we risked our lives and Warcraft smothered." The knife man's tone is extremely unwilling. Now, after hearing the rumors that Jian Chen has killed several masters of the Grand Master, the knife man gave up the idea of ​​being an enemy of Jian Chen.

Jian Chen smiled coldly and said: "I can't control these things. The time for a cup of tea will soon arrive. If you still don't want to hand over the magic core, then don't blame me."

After listening to this, more than a dozen big men’s faces became ugly, and the knife man hesitated, and then stepped forward, saying: “Sword dust, if you can beat me within five strokes, We will hand over the magic core. Otherwise, we would rather fight a jade and burn it, and we will never compromise."

A pair of plain eyes in Jian Chen flashed a fine mang, carefully looked at the man under the knife and said: "Well, I will defeat you within five strokes." After that, the strong force of the Holy Spirit emerged in the right hand. , quickly condensed into a four-foot-long, two-finger wide sword.

"You are back!" The middle-aged man waved his hand and immediately sacrificed his own sacred soldier. It was a giant sword.