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Chapter 440 Flying Sword Kills the Enemy

The man with thick eyebrows who was struck by a sword struggled to stabilize his body, and found that the sharp sword energy had invaded his body, destroying his body and eroding his vitality.

He slapped his chest suddenly, disintegrating the sword energy that had invaded his body, but his injuries were even more serious. With a puff, a mouthful of blood spurted out. He was injured and his combat power declined.

The rickety old man looked down at the ferocious sword marks on his chest, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Although the defensive spirit armor on his body was not of the highest quality, it was still of the highest quality.

Xu Chen's sword not only cut through his protective spiritual energy, but also tore his defensive spiritual armor, leaving a ferocious sword mark on his chest. If the wound was an inch deeper, it would endanger his heart.

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Suppressing the shock in his heart, the rickety old man appeared beside the thick-browed man, "This kid is too strong. We joined forces and were defeated by him in an instant. When he fought Fang Zhengtian, he did not use all his strength."

There was a look of fear on the face of the man with thick eyebrows, "Even the ancestor has misjudged us. Even if Fang Zhengtian is not dead, if the three of us join forces, it is probably not the hand of Xu Chen. What should we do?"

The rickety old man said: "We are young, but we have to pass this news back, let's go!"

"Go separately!"

The man with thick eyebrows said.

The next moment.

The thick-browed man and the rickety old man moved at the same time, and they fled in opposite directions.

Together, the two of them are no match for Xu Chen.

If you continue to stay and fight Xu Chen, you will definitely die.

They escaped separately, and Xu Chen only had one person. At most, one of them would be targeted by Xu Chen, and the other could take the opportunity to escape and pass the news back.

Seeing the two of them fleeing separately, Xu Chen sneered, moved, and chased after the thick-browed man.

at the same time.

A wisp of cold light shot towards the rickety old man at the speed of lightning and flint.

Feeling the crisis behind him, the rickety old man's expression changed slightly. When the cold light was about to approach, he suddenly turned around and punched out.

Because he exerted all his strength and the arc of the movement was too large, the sword mark on his chest was immediately broken, and blood spurted out from the wound.

"Boom!"

The rickety old man's fist power was very domineering. His fist power was as strong as a mountain. On top of the cold light, blazing sparks flew out. The void around him was like a mirror, and was torn into pieces by the aftermath.

The cold light was blown away.

The rickety old man was also shocked and staggered back a few steps.

There was a heartbreaking pain in his right fist.

The rickety old man looked down.

The right hand was bloody and bloody.

A ferocious sword mark almost split his entire right hand into two pieces.

The sword marks rolled the flesh.

The forest-white finger bones can already be seen.

The rickety old man was shocked.

The attack power of that cold light was so terrifying.

If he does it a few more times, even if he doesn't die, his end will definitely not be much better.

The rickety old man looked up with a solemn expression. At this moment, he saw clearly that the cold light was actually a dagger-shaped short sword.

It is the Tianlang Sword.

What horrified the rickety old man was that after the dagger was blown away, it circled in the air, and then turned into a bolt of lightning and shot towards him.

"this……"

The ricket old man's pupils shrank.

He showed a horrified expression.

"Swordsmanship?!"

He exclaimed in surprise.

Xu Chen unexpectedly mastered the long-lost art of sword control.

No wonder before they entered the world of sacred trees, the sage ancestor Qian Dingzhu Wan told him to capture Xu Chen if he could, and kill if he couldn't.

The ancestor of the saint probably knew that Xu Chen mastered the long-lost sword-controlling technique.

But why hide such important information from them?

"Whoops~"

The cold light formed by the Tianlang Sword shot out. The rickety old man suppressed the various emotions surging in his heart and tried his best to deal with the Tianlang Sword.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

Although Xu Chen was chasing the thick-browed man with all his strength, he still controlled the Tianlang Sword to launch a fierce offensive against the rickety old man.

The cold light transformed by the Tianlang Sword launched fierce and rapid attacks against the rickety old man time and time again, causing the rickety old man to retreat continuously, and the injuries on his body doubled in the blink of an eye.

"This, this, what kind of method is this?!"

Mu Wangmu stared at this scene dumbfounded.

Xu Chen clearly went after the thick-browed man, but he still controlled a spiritual sword and launched a fierce offensive against the rickety old man.

This scene was too incredible for King Mu.

Not only King Mu, but the expression of the Holy Mother beside him at this moment is not much better than him.

Controlling flying swords to kill enemies from dozens or hundreds of miles away was a method they couldn't even imagine.

Such an astonishing method simply subverted their cognition.

Even the King of Wood and the Holy Mother are like this. The people of other ethnic groups can almost stuff a watermelon with their mouths open at this moment, and their eyes are so wide that they are about to pop out...

The rickety old man was already injured. Now he was attacked continuously by the Tianlang Sword. He struggled to hold on for one or two breaths, and his situation was in a precarious position.

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the rickety old man was blown away by a sword, and his right hand exploded in the blows again and again.

"Pfft~"

The rickety old man was flying upside down. His body was out of control. The Tianlang Sword arrived in an instant, and then under his frightened and desperate gaze, it passed through his left chest, bringing with it a stream of hot blood.

at the same time.

Xu Chen also caught up with the man with thick eyebrows.


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