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The battle only lasted for a moment, and more than 20 of the Zhou family's guards died. Looking at the more than 20 dead people, Zhou Butong's expression did not change at all. These guards were hired by him with money, not by him. They belong to the Zhou family, so the death of these people will have no impact on the strength of the Zhou family. At worst, they will be recruited later.
"Come on all of them. If you can hurt it, I will reward you with a thousand amethyst coins. If you can capture him, I will seriously injure him with ten thousand amethyst coins." Zhou Butong ordered loudly.
Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men. After hearing the different rewards this week, the eyes of the guards suddenly showed a scorching look, and then they rushed towards Jian Chen crazily as if they didn't care about their lives, slashing the holy soldiers towards Jian Chen from all directions, without asking for anything. To be able to capture Jian Chen, I just want to leave a little scar on him.
Jian Chen's eyes became colder and colder, and then the sword light of the Light Wind Sword rose sharply, forming a dense sword shadow that enveloped the surroundings. In just a short moment, the Light Wind Sword cut and slashed with the surrounding people at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. Several weapons that came collided together.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! ….
Following a dense clash of weapons that seemed to be connected in a line, several holy weapons that were cut around were broken into two pieces.
The faces of those whose holy soldiers were destroyed turned pale at that moment. A mouthful of bright red blood sprayed out from their mouths, and they immediately fell to the ground, and three of them were thought to be dead.
The name of the holy soldier is closely related to the name of the master. Any trauma to the holy soldier will bring certain harm to the master, and the destruction of the holy soldier is even more serious. In the worst case, all cultivation will be lost, and he will become a person who can no longer practice. A cripple, in serious cases, will directly die in hell.
These holy soldiers were cut into two pieces by Jian Chen's sword and were completely destroyed. Even if they don't die, they will only become useless people in the future.
However, the surrounding guards had been knocked into a coma by Zhou Tongxu's serious injuries. The fate of these people and those who had fallen did not scare them away. On the contrary, they made the momentum of their surge forward even stronger. He was fierce, as if he was afraid that this reward would be snatched away.
After all, just a thousand amethyst coins are enough for these guards who are generally in the saint and great saint class to live happily for a lifetime. A thousand amethyst coins, for them, maybe this life You can't make that much money either.
Jian Chen, who was dressed in white, kept shuttling among a group of guards. Along with the silver-white sword light that kept flashing, the guards of the Zhou family also fell in pieces. The guards of more than a hundred people in total were clinging to them. In an instant, the number dropped by half.
The head of the Zhou family, Zhou BuTong, had already withdrawn from the battle circle. His face was extremely solemn as he stared at Jian Chen, who was like a killing machine in the field, ruthlessly harvesting lives.
"Master, this man is so strong, and his sword is so fast that even I can't see clearly. There is no way to dodge these guards. If this continues, I'm afraid those guards won't be able to hold on for long." They were all wiped out." A middle-aged man standing behind Zhou Tong also stared at Jian Chen with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice.
A cold light flashed in Zhou Tongtong's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "If he uses such a fast sword technique, it will probably consume a lot of his holy power. Moreover, he experienced a battle when he destroyed the Zhou mercenary group before. , Now his holy power will definitely not last long. Let these guards consume his holy power first. I don't believe that his holy power is endless. Zhou Lianyun, immediately go and kill the Tiger King team Bring them all here, the strength of the enemy this time cannot be underestimated, maybe this battle is related to the life and death of my Zhou family, we must do our best to deal with it."
"Yes, head of the family."
One person took the order and immediately ran towards the backyard of the Zhou family.
After the ruthless killing continued for a while, only a dozen of the Zhou family's guards survived, and hundreds of corpses were already lying on the ground. The bright red blood had leveled the ground, which was completely made of marble. The floor was stained bright red.
Jian Chen's body swayed slightly, and he came to the last dozen or so guards. As the light wind sword in his hand turned into a hazy sword shadow and disappeared in a flash, he had already moved gently from the last ten guards at an extremely fast speed. The necks of more than one guard were slashed, and the throats of more than ten people were cleanly cut.
At this time, all the guards of the Zhou family had fallen, and only Zhou Tong and a dozen people behind him were left in the mansion.
However, just when Jian Chen's light wind sword passed in front of the necks of these dozen guards, a piercing scream came from behind him along with a biting wind.
Before the attack came, the biting wind pressed hard on Jian Chen's back. Jian Chen's expression turned slightly serious, he quickly turned around, and the light wind sword in his hand was immediately placed in front of him.
"block!"
I saw a giant sword slashing hard on the Qingfeng Sword with a huge force. The powerful force was transmitted from the giant sword, causing Jian Chen's body to retreat quickly uncontrollably.
On the way back, Jian Chen's body kept changing with his footsteps, using subtle movements to unload the remaining energy on his body.
"Drink!" A thunderous shout came, and Zhou Butong waved his giant sword towards Jian Chen again without giving Jian Chen any time to breathe.
Afterwards, the dozen or so people who had been standing behind Zhou BuTong also launched their holy soldiers and rushed towards Jian Chen. Among them, Zhou Yun, the leader of Zhou's mercenary group who had only been promoted to the Great Saint Master for a short period of time, was relieved.
Jian Chen was not afraid, and the light wind sword faced Zhou Tong's giant sword with strong sword energy.
When the two holy weapons collided in mid-air, a violent ripple of energy suddenly erupted and spread rapidly around, destroying some of the surrounding flowers and plants into a mess.
After the blow, the strong backlash caused Jian Chen's body to take six steps back before he could stand still, while Zhou Tong also took three steps back at the same time.
Before Jian Chen could stabilize his body, a dozen people who came after him also approached Jian Chen at the same time. The holy weapons in his hands were slashing towards Jian Chen with not weak holy power, and Zhou Yun was even more distracted. Behind Jian Chen, the bright silver spear stabbed out silently like a poisonous snake.
