Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 155: Beheading the Great Sage Master (2)

Jian Chen was not afraid at all, and rushed over with the light wind sword in his hand, and the two fought fiercely together again.

This time, Jian Chen gave full play to his own advantages, using his mysterious and unpredictable movement skills to deal with the old man, while Qingfeng Sword turned into a sword shadow and stabbed at the old man continuously. Try to dodge as much as possible, never collide with the old man's holy weapon, and occasionally resist it with the light wind sword if you really can't dodge it.

The dagger in the old man's hand flew up and down under his flexible control. The old man had already reached the point of proficiency in the use of this dagger. A dagger was used by him superbly, and he could always stab it like lightning inadvertently. They all stabbed at Jian Chen's heart.

The figures of the two people shuttled quickly in the field, and the strong wind driven by the rapidly moving figures has gradually turned into gusts of wind, blowing the weed powder that had already fallen on the ground around them to fly again and go.

Although the figures of the two were constantly staggering back and forth, under Jian Chen's deliberate control, the weapons in their hands rarely collided with each other, and the old man became more and more depressed as he fought, and finally felt full of anger , my own strength is obviously stronger than the opponent, but because the opponent temporarily has an advantage in speed and reacts very quickly, I have no way to take the opponent for a while, and several times, with the strength of my Great Saint Master All his strength was driven into a panic by the fast and terrifying sword, and he was almost in a dangerous situation where his life was hanging by a thread.

"Little baby, if you are a man, you can have a hearty fight with the old man. What's the point of fighting like this." After fighting again for a while, the old man finally couldn't stand it anymore, and yelled.

Hearing this, a trace of sneer appeared on Jian Chen's face, and he said: "It's an unwise choice to use one's own short-term skills to the other's strong points, do you think I would be so stupid?"

The old man was at a loss for words, and then he stopped talking, his eyes flickered with murderous intent, and his movements became more rapid, the dagger was stabbing towards Jian Chen's vitals, obviously he had decided to kill him.

Sensing that the old man didn't show mercy at all, Jian Chen's eyes also flashed coldly, and the speed of the sword was suddenly increased, twice as fast as before. The whole space is densely covered with countless sword shadows, and it is impossible to tell the truth from the truth.

As Jian Chen exerted all his strength, the pressure on the old man suddenly increased. Even though he had the strength of a Great Saint Master and his speed was not slow, he still couldn't compare with Jian Chen, and was soon forced by Jian Chen. He was in a hurry.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, in the shadow of swords all over the sky, a long sword full of sharp sword energy suddenly appeared. Before the old man could react, the sharp blade cut the wrist of the old man's right hand.

The great pain from the wrist made the old man slightly startled, but the next moment, the Qingfeng sword turned into a sword shadow all over the sky again and stabbed towards the old man at an extremely fast speed.

The dagger in the old man's hand swung rapidly, quickly forming an airtight defense net in front of him, and at the same time retreated violently.

However, just when he almost retreated, the old man's figure abruptly disappeared. At the same time, a long sword mixed with a little blood passed through the old man's throat and broke out from under his chin.

I saw Jian Chen standing behind the old man at some point, the light wind sword pierced through the back of the old man's neck, and the other end of the long sword broke out from his throat.

The old man stared blankly at the long sword that had pierced his throat, his eyes were full of disbelief, and at the same time, he was also very puzzled. He didn't know when Jian Chen ran behind him. He didn't even notice.

However, the old man apparently had no chance to ask these questions in his mind. After maintaining his original posture for a while, he finally fell down slowly, his eyes widened, and he couldn't bear to die.

Slowly drawing out the long sword, Jian Chen let out a long breath. The battle with this Great Saint Master had cost him a lot of energy. Now that the battle was over, he couldn't help but feel a little out of breath.

Jian Chen withdrew his Qingfeng sword, glanced at the old man lying on the ground, he sighed helplessly, and murmured: "Decades of cultivation have been ruined, alas, why bother, if you weren't driven by the greed in your heart Occupying the whole to deal with me, how could it end up like this." After sighing secretly, Jian Chen untied the old man's space belt, and after some tumbling, he took out all the previous items inside.

There were not as many magic cores in the old man's space belt as Jian Chen had imagined, there were only about fifty in total, but the lowest ones were all second-order magic cores, and none of the first-order magic cores. There are more than half of the second-order magic cores, about twenty third-order magic cores, and one fourth-order magic core. In addition to the magic core, Jian Chen also dug out about seventy amethyst coins from the old man's space belt.

After putting the magic core and amethyst coins into his space belt, Jian Chen tossed the old man's space belt again. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he took out a piece of white fur from the space belt.

This white fur is about the size of a palm, and the entire fur is covered with soft white hairs. It is very comfortable to hold in the hand, and there is a warm feeling spreading.

"This piece of fur..." Jian Chen looked at the white fur in his hand with surprise, then immediately threw away the old man's space belt, took out an exquisite space ring from the space belt around him, and opened it from inside. Take out a red kit.

This red brocade bag, Shi Ran was the heirloom of the Bi family that his mother Bi Yuntian gave him when Jian Chen left.

Jian Chen swiftly unwrapped the kit, took out a piece of fur that was also white, and unfolded the whole folded fur with a flick of his hand, only to see that the fur contained in the kit was only It's the size of a palm.

Jian Chen held a piece of fur in one hand and compared it with each other, the look of surprise in his eyes became more and more intense, because he found that the two furs were not only exactly the same in size, but also the material was exactly the same. Both pelts are cut in half from the same one.

"This..." Jian Chen's eyes stayed on the old man for a while again, and the surprise in his heart became more and more intense. The fur he took out from the kit in his hand is a family heirloom of the Bi family, and it has been handed down for hundreds of years. With the fact that the powerful Bi family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, was wiped out overnight, it is not difficult to see how great the value of this fur is. But at this moment, he unexpectedly found the same fur from an old man whose strength was only that of a Great Saint Master, which reminded Jian Chen of the old man's identity.