The right shoulder was injured, which would directly affect the use of weapons and the play of strength, these people who were pierced through the right shoulder by the sword dust sword, the injury was much more serious than imagined, and the sharp sword qi contained in the light wind sword had destroyed the function of their right shoulder and lost their ability to fight.

A few injured people had no choice but to retreat, while the battle between Jian Chen and the remaining dozen or so people was still raging.

The sound of weapons colliding in the battlefield was endless, and the aftermath of the strong holy power centered on everyone and raged in all directions, pressing some weeds tightly to the ground, and dust flew in mid-air, covering the figures of the warring people, blurring indistinctly.

"Ahh

"Ah......h

From time to time, a few screams mixed with pain came, and then either someone was kicked away in embarrassment, or he withdrew from the battle circle covered in blood, and more than a dozen people were constantly injured in the field, and in a short time, the battle circle of the original dozen people was reduced to only a few people.

The vigorous exercise made Jian Chen's image look slightly embarrassed, but he was covered in the slightest, but he didn't receive the slightest damage. After a sword blocked a slashed holy soldier, the light wind sword in Jian Chen's hand turned into a silvery-white light again, piercing the man's right shoulder before the other party could react.

"I don't want to kill innocents indiscriminately, give you the last chance, if you are still stubborn, then don't blame me for being a killer. Jian Chen's movements did not pause at all, and he shouted loudly, and his eyes were also flickering with killing intent, obviously he had already moved the killing intent. Before, he was already merciful to these dozen people, and if these people were still stubborn, he would have no choice but to kill them.

In the Tian Yuan Continent, such things are very common, so Jian Chen doesn't feel that he will be at fault, after all, this world is a world world where strength is respected, the strong can cover the sky with one hand and do whatever they want, while the weak will always have the right to speak.

Now that so many mercenaries and all parties have entered the Demon Beast Mountain Range, almost all of them have the purpose of capturing Jian Chen's and then handing it over to the Tianxiong family to receive the reward, even the dozen or so people on the opposite side are no exception, if it weren't for Jian Chen's strength being stronger than theirs, I'm afraid it would be a completely different situation now.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man named Mu Jian showed a look of struggle on his face, his eyes swept over the few people who had been injured and lost their combat effectiveness, and finally gritted his teeth and shouted, "Stop!"

Mu Jian obviously has a lot of prestige in the hearts of this group of people, as soon as he spoke, the few people who were still fighting with Jian Chen immediately quickly retreated, and they all looked at Jian Chen with palpitations, and more eyes were focused on the light wind sword in Jian Chen's hand, which was only two fingers wide. For the lightning-fast speed of the Light Wind Sword, they have personally felt it, and they are all terrified in their hearts, just now that battle, they were almost injured under the Light Wind Sword several times, but fortunately they were saved by others at a critical moment.

Mu Jian looked at Jian Chen's eyes with some complicated eyes, and paused on the light wind sword stained with a trace of blood in Jian Chen's hand, his expression was decadent, and he said weakly: "Everyone take out all the demon cores in their hands, Your Excellency Jian Chen is already merciful to us, otherwise, a few of you will not just be injured." ”

This time, no one had the idea of being unconvinced, and more than a dozen people were full of decadence on their faces, silently taking out all the magic cores in their spatial belts, and then piling them on the ground.

After the battle just now, all of them understood in their hearts that even if they were more than a dozen people together, they were not the opponent of the young man in front of them, and the speed of that long sword was so fast that even if they resisted it with all their might, they could only support it for a few rounds and could not parry.

Each of these dozen or so Saint Masters has a lot of demon cores on their bodies, although there are not many of them of the third order, but there are quite a few of them of the first and second order.

"Jian Chen, this is already all the demon cores on our bodies, now we can go. Mu Jian's face was not very good-looking, and he said in a deep voice.

Jian Chen's eyes swept over the small pile of demon cores on the ground, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face, and said: "If you take it out earlier, it's not like there's nothing left, okay, although my Jian Chen doesn't dare to call myself a righteous gentleman, but I am also a person who keeps my promises, you all go." ”

Mu Jian and the others looked at the small pile of demon cores on the ground for a while, with a look of reluctance in their eyes, and then sighed helplessly, and left here with a sense of loss. Although there are not many of these demon cores, they have been stockpiling for more than ten years.

"Remember, I don't want to see you come against me again, otherwise, I will never spare any mercy, and you had better leave the Demon Beast Mountain Range. ”

Just after a dozen people had not walked a few steps, Jian Chen's flat voice came from behind him.

Hearing this, Mu Jian and the others all froze slightly, but no one said anything, and soon disappeared into the dense jungle.

Jian Chen put away the Light Wind Sword, slowly stepped forward to the pile of demon cores, bent down and put all these demon cores into the space belt, this small pile of demon cores is estimated to have more than two hundred, most of them are first- and second-order, and the number of third-order demon cores is less than twenty.

After putting all these demon cores into the space belt, Jian Chen straightened up without hurrying, a sneer appeared on his face, and suddenly said: "Friend, I've been here for so long, I've seen enough, shouldn't I come out too." ”

"Haha......ha

As soon as Jian Chen's words fell, a loud laughter sounded in the forest, and immediately, I saw a gray figure shoot like lightning, and finally fell steadily to the ground twenty meters away from Jian Chen.

The person who came was an old man, his age looked estimated to be fifty or sixty years old, the old man's face was full of red light, a pair of bright eyes were bright, and the long hair mixed with a little silver behind his back was scattered on his shoulders, looking a little down, the old man was wearing a gray robe, and his figure was taller than Jian Chen, although he was standing there so ordinarily, but Jian Chen felt an invisible pressure enveloping him.

In the face of this old man, Jian Chen did not dare to take it lightly, his face became a little solemn, a pair of eyes stared at the old man tightly, and said slowly: "Great Sage Master!"

The old man smiled: "Little doll, I didn't expect you to be able to see the strength of the old man, not bad, not bad, really good, it seems that you do have some strength, and you can't even catch that old thing in Tianxionglie." ”