Looking at the hundreds of warriors swarming in, Xu Chen's eyes flashed with a cold murderous intention.
"war!"
He opened his mouth and spit out a word.
The fighting spirit is overwhelming.
The fighting spirit boils.
Fight against heaven and earth.
As the words fell, the spiritual power in his body erupted like a volcano. The already surging spiritual power boiled at this moment, like magma or boiling water.
this moment.
His breath was rising rapidly.
One percent, two percent, three percent...
It's not just spiritual power that's improving, his physical body, mental power and other physical aspects are also improving.
"What's going on? His breath is changing!"
"So strong!"
"He was holding back before, but now is his true strength?"
"No, he should have used some kind of secret technique to forcibly increase his strength!"
"The secret technique of forcibly improving one's strength has serious side effects and can even damage one's foundation. Xu Chen was forced into a corner and did not hesitate to damage his own foundation."
Xu Chen felt the surging power in his body and looked intoxicated, "What a powerful force. Now I can kill Fang Xiao with one sword!"
"A bunch of chickens and dogs, let me train with you!"
"The wages of avarice is death."
"It's your honor to die by my sword."
Xu Chen murmured softly.
The killing intent in his eyes was like boiling lava.
He will not show any mercy to those who want to exchange his head for a bounty.
"die!"
A sharp sword energy suddenly erupted from the Qingzhi sword, and with a clang sound, a thick, snow-white sword energy was seen slashing out.
"Puff puff!!!"
The heads of the three warriors who rushed forward flew up, and their headless corpses rushed forward for a certain distance, and then fell to the ground with a thud, blood flowing all over the ground.
However, no one noticed them at this moment. After Xu Chen killed three people with one sword, the ground suddenly exploded under his feet. Under the blessing of the secret of wind, his figure disappeared with the wind. The people who rushed towards him,
Xu Chen immediately lost track of him and fell into panic and confusion.
A middle-aged man with a beard, holding a sword, was on guard from left to right. A strand of hair on the back of his head was blown by the wind. With a pop, a long sword suddenly thrust out of the wind and penetrated directly into the back of the neck of the middle-aged man with a beard. The tip of the sword came out from the throat.
Pierce out.
"Xu Chen is here..."
A young man in black next to the bearded middle-aged man was startled and shouted loudly.
But as soon as he opened his mouth and uttered a few words, the bloody sword tip was already pierced through his open mouth. With a pop, the subsequent sound suddenly stopped, and the young man in black was killed on the spot.
Hearing the shouts of the young man in black before his death, everyone looked around and saw only the slowly falling bodies of the middle-aged man with a beard and the middle-aged man in black. There was no trace of Xu Chen.
“Puff puff puff!!!”
A series of sounds of sharp blades cutting flesh were heard.
Several warriors who heard the sound and looked around turned their heads to look, and a snow-white sword energy passed by their necks like lightning, bringing with it a stream of blood.
Those warriors felt a chill on their necks, and then they felt a spinning sensation. Finally, they fell into the boundless cold darkness, never to wake up.
The killings didn't stop.
Xu Chen's figure is like a ghost, disappearing and reappearing, appearing and disappearing again, making it difficult to capture his trajectory.
And every time he appears, someone will die.
There were as many as five or six people, and as few as one or two people.
In less than ten breaths, there were already no fewer than thirty corpses lying on the ground.
Their deaths were different, but they were all killed in one blow. Very few people could survive Xu Chen's sword.
In this battle, instead of saying that everyone was hunting Xu Chen, it was better to say that Xu Chen was hunting everyone with his own strength.
"Puff puff!!!"
Blood is flowing.
The screams continued.
The killing is going on.
The crowd looked at this one-sided massacre and fell into silence.
Someone's body is shaking.
Some people were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
Some people feel lucky to survive the disaster.
Some people are suppressing the ecstasy in their hearts.
"He, he, is he a human or a ghost?"
"Xu Chen is really only at the fifth level of True Qi Realm?"
"Monster, he is simply the reincarnation of a monster. The others are like fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, with no power to fight back."
While the crowd was talking in low voices, the people who were attacking Xu Chen in that scene were shrouded in the aura of death. There was no trace of ecstasy on their faces anymore, but only despair and fear.
The reward for hunting Xu Chen is high, but it also requires a flower of life.
Only a fool would throw away his life for a bonus that he could never get.
Under the oppression of death, some people's inner defenses have gradually collapsed, throwing away their weapons and fleeing desperately.
But the man who threw away his weapon and turned around to flee was pierced through the head by a sharp sword energy before he could take a few steps.
Xu Chen shuttled among the people, his eyes were cold, his murderous intent surged, and he was not ready to let go of anyone who wanted to take his life.
Everyone present is an adult and they have to pay for their own mistakes.
In the world of warriors, one wrong step leads to another wrong step.
If you make a mistake, be prepared to die.
In less than thirty breaths, there were less than thirty people still standing in the field.
The remaining people are already on the verge of collapse, unable to fight or escape, and can only wait to die in despair.
The remaining people gathered together to keep warm, looking at Chen Daotian with pleading expressions, placing their last hope on Chen Daotian.
If there was anyone here who could kill Xu Chen, it would be Chen Daotian.
The crowd also looked at Chen Daotian.
Waiting for his decision.
Feeling the gazes from all directions, Chen Daotian's eyes flashed and he took a step forward.
He decided to take action.
He thought he had figured out Xu Chen's strength.
It is not difficult to kill Xu Chen.
He thinks so.
So, he stood up.
To end this farce.
Xu Chen's figure slowly walked out of the wind, looking at the remaining warriors with surprise on their faces with cold eyes, and sneered: "Do you think Chen Daotian can save your lives?"
Say it.
Xu Chen slowly raised the sword in his hand.
Rich spiritual power poured into the long sword, and with the urging of the sword, he slashed out with one strike.
A ten-foot-long, snow-white, sharp sword energy suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
Under the blessing of the secret of wind, the sword energy was extremely fast. In almost a flash, it had already appeared in front of the remaining warrior, and was watched by a series of frightened eyes.
"boom!"
The thick sword energy suddenly slashed down.
“Puff puff puff!!!”
The remaining warriors were instantly chopped off and turned into clouds of blood mist, leaving no intact corpses.
On the ground, a sword mark was also cut out that was a hundred meters long and seven or eight meters wide.
The remaining warriors were all killed by this sword.
Hundreds of warriors who were dazzled by the huge amount of money died miserably in less than half a cup of tea, leaving no one alive.
The crowd watching the battle in the distance fell into an eerie silence.
People's faces were pale, and their eyes showed unconcealable fear.
God of death!
Looking at the young man holding a long sword and standing upright in the ruins, these two words could not help but appear in everyone's mind.
Chen Daotian, who was walking into the battlefield, shrank his pupils, paused for a moment, then lowered his raised right foot, then raised his left foot, and appeared thirty meters opposite Xu Chen.