Jian Chen retreated until twenty meters away before stopping, and now he could no longer maintain his previous calmness, and his originally plain face became a little pale.

After all, the difference between his strength and the middle-aged man's own strength is too great, only by virtue of his body and the middle-aged man's man's circumference, and just when he collided with the middle-aged man's holy soldier Daguan knife, Jian Chen's also suffered a big loss, although the holy soldier did not suffer much damage, but the middle-aged man's holy power, which was several times stronger than Jian Chen's sword through the transmission of the light wind sword, still caused a lot of shock in Jian Chen's body, and suffered some minor injuries.

The middle-aged man stabilized his figure, his eyes were full of solemnity and looked at Jian Chen, for this person who almost made himself suffer three times in a row, the middle-aged man did not dare to underestimate it in the slightest, although the latter's strength was very weak in the eyes of the middle-aged man, but with the speed that was not slower than him and the attack that was extremely fast, the threat to the middle-aged man was so great that it was even stronger than the opponent of the same level as him.

However, after the middle-aged man saw Jian Chen's state, he seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but smile, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, I admit that your speed is very fast, but your strength is too weak after all." As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man didn't give Jian Chen any time to breathe, and once again brandished the Daguan Knife, which was more than two meters long, and attacked Jian Chen.

Due to the collision between the Light Wind Sword and the middle-aged man's Daguan knife just now, Jian Chen's internal injuries were slightly injured, although these minor injuries would not cause much hindrance to Jian Chen's usually, but at this time, when fighting with a middle-aged man whose strength was two orders stronger than him and had reached the intermediate level of the Holy Master, the impact of this slight injury was very fatal, after all, Jian Chen's only in his peak state, with all his strength, he could barely maneuver with the middle-aged man with his mysterious body method, and now in the injured state, Jian Chen's speed could not be maintained as agile as before, and he gradually felt difficult to dodge。

After fighting with Jian Chen, the middle-aged man seemed to understand that the threat of Jian Chen's current to him had decreased a lot, and the vigilance against Jian Chen's heart had also weakened a little, so he took out all his strength, shot without reservation, and attacked the Jian Chen's deadly move, and the speed was a few points faster than before.

As the middle-aged man's attack speed accelerated, Jian Chen's dodge became more and more difficult, if he was at his peak, Jian Chen's attack could not only dodge the middle-aged man's attack, but also take the time to fight back, then he was in an injured state, he could only dodge, and he had lost the power to fight back, and as the middle-aged man's speed accelerated, every time Jian Chen's attack was dodged, it was dangerous.

The middle-aged man's attack speed was very fast, and in just a few breaths, he made dozens of moves, and now, the coarse cloth clothes worn by Jian Chen, who had lost the power to fight back, already had many cracks, and the edges of the cracks were dyed red with blood, and it could be seen from the little blood stains that the wounds on Jian Chen's body were not deep.

The pale cyan light flashed in the dark night, and the middle-aged man's Daguan sword was wrapped in a cloud of wind, cutting through the night sky at an extremely fast speed, and slashing straight towards the sword dust.

This knife, although Jian Chen had dodged with all his might, but with his speed that had slowed down a lot at the moment, he still couldn't completely dodge it, and was left with a deep wound on his chest by the Daguan knife, which pierced the entire chest, and the gushing blood stained the clothes on Jian Chen's chest in a matter of moments.

The middle-aged man smiled fiercely, his movements did not pause at all, and when Jian Chen's distance from him was not yet widened, he immediately stepped forward to close the distance between him and Jian Chen, and the pale cyan light of his right foot flashed, and he kicked Jian Chen's chest fiercely at lightning speed.

"Bump!"

Jian Chen's body was kicked away by a middle-aged man like a cannonball, his body was still in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spray out of Jian Chen's mouth, and his body flew more than 20 meters away, and after hitting several robbers and robbers along the way, he fell to the ground in embarrassment, and then, another mouthful of blood couldn't help but spew out of Jian Chen's mouth, and his face had become pale.

With a flash of blue light, the middle-aged man had already crossed a distance of more than twenty meters and appeared in front of Jian Chen, looked at him with a sneer, and said: "I'll give you a chance at the last time, if you tell me the secret of how you can use such a low strength to show a speed that is not less than mine, I will spare your life today, otherwise, die!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a scorching light, he was indeed very excited about how Jian Chen's strength could be used at such a low level to show no less than his speed, and he was very eager to have such a secret method, for him who cultivated the power of the Wind Attribute Saint, speed was crucial, once he mastered this secret method, the middle-aged man really didn't dare to imagine what level his speed could reach, but it was certain that his strength would definitely be greatly improved, and at that time, his status in the reckless bandit group would be greatly improved。

As soon as he thought of this, the middle-aged man felt his blood boiling all over his body, and his heart was excited, and even the look on his face became a little excited.

Jian Chen wiped the blood sacrifice from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up from the ground, looked at the middle-aged man with a little excitement on his face with cold eyes, and couldn't help but show a sneer, "I'm afraid you don't have this ability." Although he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries at this moment, Jian Chen did not show the slightest fear of the middle-aged man whose strength was stronger than his own.

As he spoke, Jian Chen's whole body was also making slight adjustments, at this time, his whole body was completely relaxed, as if he was not the slightest defense, and his right hand, which was originally holding the sword hard, also became a little lax, and his current state looked defenseless, not at all like he was fighting.

Jian Chen's words suddenly made the expression on the middle-aged man's face sink, and he snorted coldly: "Boy, with your current strength, you are not qualified to say such a big thing, since you refuse to say it, then I have to make you suffer." As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man waved the Daguan knife in his hand and slashed at Jian Chen's right shoulder.

In the face of the middle-aged man's knife, Jian Chen did not make the slightest dodge action, but raised his sword to take the initiative to meet it, although the speed of this sword is equally fast, but it gives people a light and fluttering, soft feeling, and the previous fierce and murderous sword move is completely inconsistent.

When the light wind sword and the Daguan knife collided together, there was no sound, the two touched each other completely silently, and then, the light wind sword that looked soft was like a maggot attached to the bone, tightly pasted on the Daguan knife, and in a very ingenious way, the Daguan knife deviated from the original attack route, and drew a few circles in the middle of the air, directly unloading the terrifying force on the Daguan knife, and then leading it to the side, so that the Daguan knife was cut into the dirt next to it.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and his eyes looked at Jian Chen with a little surprise, because just now, he couldn't control his Daguan Knife, such a strange thing may not be a big deal if it happened to an opponent who was stronger than him, but at this time, the other party was an opponent who was much weaker than him, which made the middle-aged man a little unacceptable.

"What kind of combat skills are you? The middle-aged man asked in a surprised tone.

"Tai Chi swordsmanship. Jian Chen said, he is not proficient in Tai Chi swordsmanship, but he has had a lot of contact with the masters of the Wudang School in his previous life, so that he gradually understands the principle of Tai Chi swordsmanship to overcome rigidity with softness, and four or two thousand catties, and at this moment, in the case that the strength is not as good as that of a middle-aged man, and has been forced to the point of almost exhaustion, Jian Chen has no choice but to show his Tai Chi swordsmanship that he is not proficient in to resist.

Tai Chi swordsmanship pays attention to overcoming rigidity with softness, static braking, defeating the strong with weakness, and also contains the power of four or two thousand catties, such wonderful skills can indeed play a very big role in the predicament that Jian Chen is now encountering, but the only flaw in this is that Jian Chen only knows a little about Tai Chi swordsmanship, and is not proficient, after all, he is good at a fast sword, but it is enough for Jian Chen to support in the hands of the middle-aged man for a while.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "Tai Chi swordsmanship, I haven't heard of it." Immediately, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on Jian Chen again, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable gaze, and he sneered, "Boy, I didn't expect that your strength is not strong, and you have a lot of combat skills, it seems that it is a pity to kill you with one sword, I should capture you back, presumably this must be a lot of credit." As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man started again, and the Daguan knife in his hand attacked the sword dust with a powerful holy power, and now, he had already made up his mind to pay attention to it, and he had to take the sword dust back if he said anything today, for the Tai Chi swordsmanship that could lead him away from the attack, the middle-aged man didn't take it to heart, what really made him excited was the secret of Jian Chen's speed.

Next, Jian Chen's hand, which is not very proficient in Tai Chi swordsmanship, reluctantly wrestles with the middle-aged man, with the subtlety of Tai Chi swordsmanship, every attack of the middle-aged man can be resolved by Jian Chen, and the traction method of Tai Chi swordsmanship makes middle-aged men unable to control their Daguan knife many times.

In front of Jian Chen's unskilled Tai Chi swordsmanship, the middle-aged man's powerful strength seems to no longer exist, but Jian Chen's is not as easy as it seems, although the Tai Chi swordsmanship can allow him to overcome rigidity with softness, and the strength of four or two thousand catties, but with the strength of the sage who has just been promoted to the saint, he must go all out to barely meet the requirements of these four taels to resolve the terrifying strength on the middle-aged man's Daguan knife, so every time he resists the attack of a middle-aged man, Jian Chen's seems to be easy, but it is very difficult.

However, using the Tai Chi swordsmanship, Jian Chen's only defensive means to temporarily protect himself, he was powerless to fight back, he could only blindly resist, without a chance of winning, if he was not forced by the middle-aged man to the point of almost exhausting his skills, Jian Chen would never use the Tai Chi swordsmanship that he was not good at.

After fighting with Jian Chen for a few moments, a trace of anger gradually appeared on the middle-aged man's face, each of his attacks was not only unloaded by a person who was much weaker than himself in a wonderful way, but also made him unable to control his weapon, which was definitely a shame for the middle-aged man.

"Bastard boy, I don't believe I can't help you today. The middle-aged man was annoyed and angry, and finally couldn't help but scold angrily, and with the scolding, the shot became more ferocious.

As the strength of the middle-aged man's attack increased, it was becoming more and more difficult for the sword dust to resist, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, his face had become extremely pale, and the holy power in his body was about to be exhausted.