Seeing that Jian Chen and the head of the regiment were about to make a move, the dozen or so big men also retreated far away, and a pair of eyes stared at the scarred man of Jian Chen without blinking.

The scar man held the giant sword tightly in both hands, staring at the sword dust with fierce eyes, but the expression on his face was solemn, whether he could keep the demon core in their hands or not depends on this battle.

Although it was almost impossible for the Great Sage Master to defeat a high-level Sage Master within five moves, the scar man saw Jian Chen's readily agree, and his heart suddenly fell to the ground, so although he only needed to insist on five moves in Jian Chen's hands, this was also a lot of pressure for the middle-aged man.

Moreover, he was still worried in his heart that Jian Chen would agree so readily, whether he would take this opportunity to get rid of himself so as to reduce Party B's strength. Although he has such an idea, but he doesn't dare to do anything, he has to give it a try, among them, of course, there is the idea of wanting to keep his magic core, and at the same time, Scar Man also wants to see the strength of Jian Chen, to see how strong such a young person is, whether it is really as powerful as the rumors say, and he can kill a great sage master-level master at the age of only twenty.

Looking at the solemn expression on the scar man's face, Jian Chen smiled slightly, stretched out his hand slightly, and said, "Please!"

The man with the scar was not polite, and a strong holy power burst out from the giant sword, rushing towards the sword dust with light steps.

Jian Chen's body turned into an afterimage, facing the middle-aged man at an extremely fast speed, and the light wind sword in his hand turned into a silver-white light with a sharp sword qi, stabbing out like lightning.

Looking at Jian Chen's lightning-fast sword, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly, and then the two-handed giant sword in his hand swung down suddenly, slashing towards the light wind sword stabbed by Jian Chen.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound of steel, two weapons that were completely inconsistent in size collided violently in mid-air, and strong qi burst out, turning into a wind Lang and raging in all directions.

As soon as the two weapons collided together, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and from this slender long sword, which was only two fingers wide, suddenly came a powerful strength that was completely inconsistent with its physical strength, and the hands that shook him holding the giant sword were numb.

"With a sword in one hand, you can compete with me, and it seems that the rumors are true. The scar man secretly exclaimed in his heart.

However, just as the scar man had just turned the thought in his mind, Jian Chen's second sword stabbed again, and the speed was even faster than before.

The scarred man's face was extremely solemn, and Jian Chen's sword was extremely fast, so he didn't give him any extra time to prepare, and then forcibly endured the sour feeling from his arm, and tried his best to raise the giant sword in front of him to resist the light wind sword stabbed by Jian Chen.

When the light wind sword stabbed on the giant sword in front of the scar man, a force that was even more terrifying than before was transmitted, and the scar man's footsteps staggered back uncontrollably, and the hands holding the giant sword couldn't help but tremble twice.

"You've already lost!"

Just when the scarred man had just stabilized his figure, a faint voice came from the front, and when the middle-aged man reacted, his face instantly turned pale, without a trace of blood, and on his forehead, there were even more fine beads of sweat.

I saw that in front of him, a thin and narrow long sword flashed with a cold glow, and I don't know when Lu Dao had stopped firmly in front of him, and the tip of the sword just reached his throat.

The man with the scar looked at the long sword that stopped in front of his throat in disbelief, and for a while, he was speechless.

Such a scene made the dozen or so big men who stood behind the scar man and watched the battle also full of disbelief, and their eyes were full of dull expressions, looking at the long sword that gently touched the scar man's throat, and they were speechless in shock.

"This is the third move, you lose!"

Retracting the Light Wind Sword, Jian Chen looked at the scarred man in front of him calmly, and his tone was very calm.

Three moves! Jian Chen only used three moves to defeat a high-level saint master.

The scar man quickly came back to his senses, looked at Jian Chen with some horror, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling tone: "Okay....good sword." ”

A faint smile appeared on Jian Chen's face, and he said, "Now you should know what to do." ”

The man with the scar quickly calmed down, and looked at Jian Chen's eyes deeply, although Jian Chen's face should be covered with dirt, so that he couldn't see Jian Chen's face, but in his eyes, he could still see Jian Chen's young face.

The man with the scar withdrew his two-handed giant sword, bowed his hand slightly to Jian Chen, and said, "Thank you for your mercy." Then the scar man turned his head to look at the dozen or so big men behind him, sighed secretly, and said helplessly: "Everyone take out all the demon cores on your body." ”

Hearing this, the dozen or so big men hesitated slightly, and then one by one with a bitter face, they reluctantly took out all the demon cores in the space belt and visited them on the ground one by one.

After watching the battle between Jian Chen's and Scar's man, they also knew in their hearts that Jian Chen's refusal to take their lives as long as they had a demon core would already be considered to be extremely benevolent to them, otherwise, according to the strength that Jian Chen's just shown, even if all of them went together, the final page would only end up with the destruction of the entire army. Because, as the strongest regiment leader in their team, he can't move five moves in the hands of Jian Chen, let alone them.

The scar man took out a pocket from his spatial belt, first put his demon core into the pocket, and then took the initiative to step forward and put all the demon cores in the mouth of the dozen or so into this pocket without Jian Chen's instructions, and only then did he hand the pocket to Jian Chen, and looked at the pocket full of demon cores with a little nostalgia, and said in a low voice: "All the magic cores on our bodies are here." ”

There are at least a hundred of this pocket magic cores in total, half of which are third-order magic cores, the rest are almost second-order magic cores, and only a small part of the first-order magic cores.

Jian Chen reached out and took the pocket full of demon cores, threw it directly into the spatial belt, and said, "I, Jian Chen, am also a person who keeps my promises, so let's go." ”

Then, the man with the scar didn't say anything, and left with a dozen people in a depressed mood.

Looking at the direction in which a few people disappeared, Jian Chen let out a long breath, leaned on a big tree behind him a little lazily, and muttered: "These few days are really enough toss, but, although it is relatively tiring, the harvest is very rich, the magic core harvested in the past few days should be enough for my cultivation for a long time, alas, I don't know if I should thank the Tianxiong family or hate him." ”

After resting in place for a while, Jian Chen straightened up again, and muttered in a low voice: "There are almost no people in the Demon Beast Mountain Range now, in such a vast area, I don't bother to look for them one by one, forget it, anyway, the demon core is enough now, just let them go for the time being, at present, it should also improve its strength again, otherwise, once you face several Great Saint Masters at the same time, I am afraid that you will not be its opponent." ”