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Seeing that Jian Chen and the group leader were about to take action, the dozen or so big men also retreated far away, while a pair of eyes stared at Jian Chen's scarred man without blinking.
The scarred man held the giant sword in both hands tightly and stared at Jian Chen sharply, but the expression on his face was solemn. Whether they could keep the magic core in their hands depended on this battle.
Although it is almost impossible for the Great Saint Master to defeat a high-level Saint Master within five moves, when the scarred man saw Jian Chen agreeing so readily, his heart suddenly went blank, so even though he only needed to Jian Chen insists on five moves in his hand, but this is also a lot of pressure for the middle-aged man.
Moreover, he was still worried in his heart that if Jian Chen agreed so readily, he would use this opportunity to get rid of himself so as to reduce Party B's strength. Although he had such an idea, he didn't dare to do anything. He wanted to give it a try. Of course, he wanted to keep his magic core. At the same time, the scarred man also wanted to see Jian Chen's strength and see how young he was. How powerful is this character? Is it really as powerful as the rumors say? He can kill a great sage master at the age of twenty.
Looking at the solemn expression on the scarred man's face, Jian Chen smiled slightly, stretched out his hand slightly and said: "Please!"
The man with the scar was not polite either. A strong holy power burst out from the giant sword, and he rushed towards Jian Chen with light steps.
Jian Chen's body turned into an afterimage, and he faced the middle-aged man at an extremely fast speed. The light wind sword in his hand turned into a silver-white light with sharp sword energy, and pierced out like lightning.
Seeing Jian Chen's lightning-fast sword, the middle-aged man's eyes shrank slightly, and then the two-handed giant sword in his hand suddenly swung down, slashing at the light wind sword that Jian Chen was stabbing at.
"Ding!"
With a crisp sound of steel clashing, two weapons that were completely incompatible in size collided violently in mid-air. Strong energy burst out, turning into a wind and wave that raged towards the surroundings.
As soon as the two weapons collided, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, a wave of sound completely inconsistent with its physical strength came from the long sword, which was only two fingers wide. It was so powerful that his hands holding the giant sword went numb.
"By holding a sword with one hand, you can be a match with me. It seems that the rumors are indeed true." The scarred man was secretly shocked.
However, just when this thought came to the scarred man's mind, Jian Chen's second sword struck again, and the speed was actually a few minutes faster than before.
The scarred man's face was extremely solemn. Jian Chen's sword was extremely fast and did not give him any extra time to prepare. He then suppressed the sore and numb feeling in his arm and raised the giant sword with all his strength. He stood in front of him to resist the light wind sword thrust by Jian Chen.
When the light wind sword stabbed the giant sword in front of the scarred man, a force even more terrifying than before was transmitted. The scarred man's steps staggered back uncontrollably, and he held the huge sword in his hand. The sword's hands couldn't help but tremble twice.
"You've already lost!"
Just when the man with the scar had just stabilized his figure, a faint voice came from the front. When the middle-aged man reacted, his face instantly turned pale, without a trace of blood, and his forehead was even more dissatisfied. Fine beads of sweat.
In front of him, he saw a long and narrow sword shining with a cold light. He didn't know when it had stopped steadily in front of him, and the tip of the sword just reached his throat.
The scarred man looked dull, looking at the sword in front of his throat in disbelief. For a moment, he was speechless.
Such a scene made the dozen or so big men who were standing behind the scarred man watching the battle also have expressions of disbelief. Their eyes were filled with dull expressions as they stared blankly at the slight touch of the sword. The sword in the scarred man's throat was so shocked that he could not speak.
"This is the third move, you lose!"
Withdrawing the Qingfeng Sword, Jian Chen calmly looked at the scarred man in front of him with a very calm tone.
Three moves! Jian Chen only used three moves to defeat a high-level Saint Master.
The scarred man quickly came back to his senses, looked at Jian Chen with some fear, took a deep breath, and said with a trembling tone: "What a... such a fast sword."
A faint smile appeared on Jian Chen's face, and he said: "You should know what to do now."
The scarred man quickly calmed down and looked at Jian Chen deeply. Although Jian Chen's face was covered with dirt and he couldn't see Jian Chen's appearance, in his eyes, Jian Chen's young face could still be seen.
The scarred man retracted the giant sword in both hands, slightly cupped his hands towards Jian Chen, and said: "Thank you for your mercy." Then the scarred man turned to look at the dozen or so big men behind him, sighed secretly, and said helplessly: "Everyone Take out all the magic cores in your body."
Hearing this, the dozen or so big men hesitated for a moment, then each one with a grimace, reluctantly took out all the magic cores in the space belt and dropped them on the ground one by one.
After watching the battle between Jian Chen and the scarred man, they also knew in their hearts that as long as Jian Chen wanted to take their magic cores and not take their lives, it would be considered an extra mercy to them. Otherwise, according to the strength Jian Chen had just shown, Even if all of them go together, the end result will be total annihilation. Because, as the most powerful leader among their team, he couldn't even take five moves in the hands of Jian Chen, let alone them.
The scarred man took out a pocket from his space belt, first put his own magic core into the pocket, and then without Jian Chen's instructions, he took the initiative to go forward and put all the magic cores in the dozens of people into this pocket. , finally handed the bag to Jian Chen, looked at the bag full of magic cores with a somewhat nostalgic look, and whispered: ""All the magic cores in our body are all here. "
There are at least a hundred magic cores in this pocket, half of which are third-order magic cores, the rest are almost second-order magic cores, and only a small part of first-order magic cores.
Jian Chen reached out and took the pocket full of magic cores, threw it directly into the space belt, and said: "I, Jian Chen, am also a person who keeps my promises. You all can go."
Afterwards, the scarred man left the place with a dozen people in low spirits without saying anything.
Looking at the direction in which several people disappeared, Jian Chen let out a long breath, leaned lazily on a big tree behind him, and murmured: "These past few days have been really tiring, but, although I am quite tired, , but the harvest is very rich. The magic cores harvested in the past few days should be enough for my cultivation needs for a long time. Alas, I don’t know whether I should be grateful to the Tianxiong family or bear grudges. he."
After resting on the spot for a while, Jian Chen stood up straight again and murmured in a low voice: "There are almost no people in the Warcraft Mountains now. In such a vast area, I am too lazy to look for them one by one. Forget it, anyway. Now that the magic core is enough, let’s let them go for the time being. At the moment, we should improve our strength again, otherwise, once we face several great saint masters at the same time, we may not be able to match them.”
