Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 62—The Strength of Jian Chen

The face of Ming Xiangxiang was slightly dignified. At this moment, facing a freshman who was promoted to the saint for a few days, he faced the first time with a mentality.

"Ying Mingxiang, since you injured my big brother, then today you don't want to leave here intact." Jian Chen stared indifferently at Mingxiang, Shen Sheng.

Cheng Mingxiang snorted and said with a sigh of anger: "Changyang Xiangtian, I admit that I did look down on you, but if you want to leave me, you will not be able to compete because of your strength as a saint." ”

Sword dust face sneer again and again, looking at the eyes of Ming Xiangxiang with a touch of disdain, said: "Is there any ability, try to know!" The voice fell, the sword dust wrist slightly shivered, the breeze sword in him Under the mastery of control, he was separated from the state of stalemate with the sword in the hands of Mingxiang. The light wind sword shook slightly, and the slap was shot on the sword surface of the Mingxiang giant sword.

"clang!"

Accompanied by a burst of iron and steel, the giant sword in the hands of Mingxiang was directly offset by the light wind sword. The sword dust has a two-finger sword. The powerful power of the tremor was taken by him, and the palm of the Mingxiang sword was shocked by the shock of the earthquake.

At the same time, the light wind sword in the hands of Jian Chen brought a silver-white light in the air, and stabbed it at the speed of the Mingxiang chest.

Cheng Mingxiang was shocked, and the speed of Jian Chen’s sword made him unable to capture. In his eyes, he could only see a silver-white light shining at himself at an incredible speed. The speed made him unable to dodge at all, and even the extra reflection could not be made.

The sword of the breeze sword was pierced by the sword, and the school uniform worn by Mingxiang was directly pierced into the chest of Mingxiang. However, under the control of Jianchen, the piercing was not deep.

When I felt the pain from the chest, it was reflected in Mingxiang, and the figure immediately retreated backwards. As he retreated, Jian Chen’s sword piercing his chest was pulled out.

Cheng Mingxiang looked at the constantly rubbed red school uniform on his chest, and his eyes showed a look of horror. At this moment, in his mind, he couldn’t help but emerge that the sword dust had reached the extreme, so he could not escape. A sword, he swears, from small to large, this sword is the fastest sword he has ever seen, and at the same time, he feels amazed at the strength of Jian Chen, he really does not understand, one It is obvious that a new student who has been promoted to the saints for a few days may have such a strong strength.

Jian Chen is not going to let Yu Mingxiang let go of this. The pace of his footsteps is like a ghostly appearance in front of Cheng Mingxiang. The light wind sword in his hand is drawn into a silver-white light, which is difficult to distinguish from the naked eye. Cheng Mingxiang crossed the chest.

"what!"

Cheng Mingxiang made a miserable scream, only to see that he had a blood mark on his chest. Blood marks spread from the left side of his chest to the right side. The wound was deep and visible, and the red blood rushed out and blinked. The school uniform has been dyed in red.

The anger in Jian Chen’s eyes is still strong, and he continues to dance with the breeze sword, constantly adding one after another to the Ming Xiang.

In the mouth of Mingxiang, the screams are constantly screaming, and the arrogant arrogance on his face has already disappeared. In the face of Jian Chen, this is the sword of the squad. He can’t dodge at all, and he has no ability to resist. The sword of Jian Chen is too fast in his eyes. The speed of each sword seems to have turned into light, so that he can't even see it. Although he is much stronger than the sword dust in the strength of the Holy Power, but now he has no chance to play the advantage of his own power, has completely lost the power to fight back.

The wounds on Mingxiang’s body are constantly increasing. Every wound looks horrible and reveals bones. The original school uniform is not only divided into several long slits, but also the entire school uniform. Gradually stained with blood red, and the range of red is constantly expanding.

Looking at the most powerful of them, Ming Xiang had no resistance in the hands of Jian Chen. The dozens of students around him were all shocked and screaming, and a pair of eyes staring at the mouth constantly screaming. They have completely subverted their cognition, and they have an incredible look.

Luo Jian first reflected it, although he was also amazed at the strength of Jian Chen at the moment, but when he looked at his side and there were more than a dozen companions who were at least the primary saints, the courage could not help. In the first instance, he immediately shouted: "Everyone is together, he is only one person. Isn’t we so many people afraid that he will not be alone?" said Luo Jian’s hand with a light blue sword. With a roar, first rushed toward the sword dust.

After listening to Luo Jian’s words, the remaining dozens of students also came back and looked at the dozens of companions around them. The fear that was revealed by Jian Chen’s strength was also swept away. Empty, then, giant swords, axes, big knives, rifles and many other weapons have appeared in the hands of more than a dozen people, and then rushed toward the sword dust.

In the eyes of Jian Chen, a cold light flashed through the face. In the face of more than a dozen people who are not weaker than themselves, he did not retreat and actively rushed into the encirclement of those dozens of people. The light wind sword in his hand turned into a silver-white light. Straight stab to one of the chests.

"puff!"

Jian Chen's breeze sword easily penetrated into the man's chest. His sword, which is almost to the extreme, is simply not the opposite of the group of students who have not experienced much battle.

"drink!"

"go to hell!"

At the same time, Jian Chen also fell into the encirclement of the dozens of people. More than a dozen various sacred soldiers with strong energy fluctuations attacked from all directions toward Jian Chen.

There was a sneer on the face of Jian Chen. The light wind sword in his hand exudes a monastic sword. The powerful and sharp swords of the silk are emitted from the light wind sword. Then, the right arm of Jian Chen turns into a phantom, and the light wind sword is He stabbed around at lightning speed. Every time he stabbed his sword, he could accurately hit a weapon. In this short moment of effort, Jian Chen stabbed more than ten swords.

"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!"...

There was a whistling sound from a dense steel collision in midair, and the sound had become a piece, just like a sound.

When the light wind sword in the hands of Jian Chen collided with more than a dozen sacred soldiers, the dozens of students who besieged the sword dust, including Luo Jian, several people with intermediate saints The face was changed, and then the footsteps stepped back a few steps. Among them, many people took the weapon's right hand and shivered slightly. The sword of Jian Chen looks very small, but the power hidden above is very large. When the first dozen people touched the sword in the hands of Jian Chen for the first time, they were powerfully shocked by the collision of weapons. Give the arm numb.

After resisting the attack of more than a dozen people at the same time, the sword dust surface did not change color, and the action did not stop. The footsteps of his footsteps were shuttled between a dozen people in a ghostly manner. The sword was danced by him at a very fast speed, and gradually formed a silver-white sword light in front of him. In the sword light, tens of thousands of swords and shadows were faintly visible in the air, and the eyes disappeared.

"what!"

"what!"

As the sword dust moved like a ghost, a scream of pain accompanied by painful screams came from the field, and the screams of sorrow made some people with weak minds listen, and they felt creepy and chilly. Rising from the bottom of my heart.

The long-yang tiger with blood is standing on the sidelines, his eyes staring at the field constantly changing his position, his body is like a ghostly sword dust and the dozens of students who are screaming and screaming. At this moment, his mind seems to have stopped working and completely lost his ability to think.

At the moment, the dozens of students were all lying on the ground, and the pale face was a painful look, and the uniforms that were worn on them were clean and tidy. The crack, every crack is bloody, the school uniform has been dyed into blood red, and as the white light continues to flash on them, the wounds on them are rapidly increasing, from the beginning The upper body gradually spread to the thighs, and finally the whole body was covered with horrible wounds. The blood like a fountain rushed out from the body and quickly turned them into blood.

Jian Chen moved around a dozen students quickly, and the light wind sword in his hand continually crossed over the dozens of students, with the starting point of blood and broken clothes splashing in the air.

The injury of Changyang Tiger is very big to the heart of Jian Chen. For the students of the same school, although Jian Chen does not have a killer, he will never let them go. If these dozens of people are not in the same college as Jian Chen, and Jian Chen is worried about causing too much trouble for the family, he will certainly not hesitate to kill them.

"Changyang Xiangtian senior, spare me, spare me, I will not dare again next time."

"Changyang Xiangtian, the senior, this time you let us go, we will not dare again."

Finally, some people can't stand this torture like hell, and ask for mercy in the tone of pleading. Someone took the lead, and the people behind him also asked for mercy, one after another, but there were also a few temperamental people who were still sticking their teeth. They didn't even think about running away, but now they are full of horrible wounds on both the thighs and the right arm. Even if they move a little, they will hurt his teeth, let alone escape, at least. They have not had the same perseverance to endure this direct pain.

Jian Chen gradually stopped, only to see his face still as indifferent as before, his face was not red, his breath was not breathing, but the light wind sword in his hand was already full of blood.

Jian Chen’s body is like a tall mountain. Standing straight in the field, a pair of seemingly astounding eyes flashed with cold light and slowly swept over a dozen students lying on the ground. "It’s okay to go around and say, who is hurting my older brother."

"It is a young master, Luo Jian, Kadi Yun, three of them...."

"Yes, that is, the three of them injured the Changyang Tiger...."

"The Changyang tigers were all injured by the three of them. We didn't do it at all."

More than a dozen young people rushed to say that they were afraid that the slow answer would make Jian Chen dissatisfied. At this moment, they had no idea of ​​revenge on Jian Chen, and some people regretted participating in this action. .

Among them, only half of them were snatched by the sword dust in the forest, and the other half and Jian Chen were innocent and enemies. They were summoned by Ming Xiang.

In the eyes of Jian Chen, a stern color flashed, and the cold-eyed turn was Ming Xiang, Luo Jian and Ka Diyun, and there was a strong murder in his eyes.

The sword dust was full of murderous eyes and looked at it. A chill came from the bottom of the three people of Mingxiang. At this moment, the three of them looked at Jian Chen’s eyes and showed the look of fear for the first time.