Chase the wind!

Stubbornly lying between the thunder tiger and the surging sword waves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blood light that suddenly spread out violently was like a strong and incomparable barrier, protecting the Thunder Tiger and also blocking the sword waves.

This is no longer a sword as thin as a cicada's wings, but a huge rock, which is immovable at the face of the stormy waves.

Boom!

The waves are running, the waves are receding.

The surging sword waves came violently, and they retreated very sharply, and in an instant, Lei Hu's eyes suddenly opened up, and the blood, the sword, separated the left and right, and dispersed the storm.

"Bloody Sword!"

"Jian Chen!"

The offensive of the crowd in the rear stopped suddenly, and next to the wind, a figure suddenly appeared, it was Jian Chen, who had a bloody light on his body.

Exclamations erupted.

Jian Chen's treatment of the Broken Sword Alliance has really become a long-haunting nightmare, especially since many of them also participated in the Battle of Pure Yang that day.

The Lei Feng Zhenren who was suspected of being a hidden sect had his neck broken, and Mo Fenghan, the second master on the heavenly list, was snatched away, all of which had been seen with their own eyes.

Not to mention the rumors that Jian Chen committed a tragedy everywhere.

Previously, he was wrapped in a blood cocoon, and it was better to not see his face, but now he suddenly appeared, and as soon as he appeared, he turned the tide and toppled it, and this majesty, coupled with the momentum and oppression brought by the endless bloody and tyrannical aura, suddenly made many people quickly fade because of the blood aroused by the anger of the Sifang Pavilion.

Although Lei Hu is fierce, in the face of him, everyone still has the courage to have more enemies and fewer enemies, but in the face of Jian Chen, who can defeat even Lei Feng Zhenren and Mo Fenghan, there are many people, but it is no longer an advantage that can be shown off.

Click.

Jian Chen's face was expressionless, and he calmly stretched out a hand to hold the hilt of the Chasing Wind Sword, but he didn't mention it, just holding the pestle sword in one hand, silent, and scanning the surroundings with the blood light in his eyes.

For a while, no one dared to move.

And with his movements, some people's attention was also sucked back to the Wind Chasing Sword.

This sword was grasped by Jian Chen, and the blood light that rose to the sky like a barrier suddenly converged, revealing the original silver-white sword body.

"Huh......"

Some people in the crowd wondered, this sword, it's not right.

The predecessor of the Broken Sword Alliance can be said to be the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance held in Bajian Villa that day, and most of the people who participated in it were people from the Sword Gate in the world, so among the two or three hundred people present, many of them also coincided with the meeting, and they had seen Meng Haoran show his sword to people in Bajian Villa.

It was the first time in thousands of years that the Blood Draining Sword had appeared, and the impression it brought to people was enough to become a chrome mark engraved in the mind for a lifetime.

However, the swords of that day, and the swords of today, do not mention blood, and in terms of appearance alone, they are absolutely different.

"It's Jian Chen, let's kill it!"

It was only this doubt that was about to emerge, and suddenly someone roared.

This voice is very familiar, it is the Quartet who has just suppressed the Thunder Tiger Roaring Heavenly Fist with the Dragon Soaring Quartet.

But...... The sound was very erratic, and it was obviously loud in the crowd, but as far as the eye could see, all that could be seen was the horror on everyone's faces.

No one, not a single person's face, showed a righteous indignation matched the tone of the voice.

Although Jian Chen didn't speak, his full perception was in the crowd, especially after the surging sword waves were broken through a row by him and Lei Hu one after another, the place where the angry Jiao had risen before was appearing in front of him without hindrance.

However, there were no four men standing with swords and angry faces.

Even when Jian Chen's gaze swept over, it was almost a subconscious reaction, and a small piece of that place suddenly became vacant, just like a plague suddenly broke out in that small area, which was auspicious for people to avoid.

An An's lips were together.

The voice is there, but the person is not emerging, combined with the previous incitement, it is almost certain that among the two or three hundred people of the Broken Sword Alliance, there are people with ulterior motives.

So who is it?

Standing behind Jian Chen, her eyes were also looking at everyone opposite, was it Bai Zhentian's person, or the Qingshou Ghost King's person?

"Phew, do you still have a little blood? The bones of the same door outside are not cold, don't you want to take revenge?"

The sound resounded again in the front yard, but it was still fluttering, first to the left, then to the right, and the change of direction was completely nowhere to be found.

Jian Chen raised his eyebrows, and the moment his voice sounded, his eyes suddenly flashed, chasing this drift and trying his best to perceive the surroundings.

Unfortunately, there were so many people on the other side that even with all his might, he still couldn't accurately perceive where the sound was coming from.

"Who's there? What kind of hero is hiding his head and showing his tail!"

Lei Hu finally breathed back, for the suppression just now, he held back a vicious anger in his heart, if it wasn't for this person instigating the siege of the Broken Sword Alliance, with his skills, as long as he threw two more punches, where could the angry Jiao still be so noisy.

Now, the voice is there, the person is not there, Lei Hu's evil breath is holding in his heart and he can't spit it out, and he is suddenly so angry that he has to open up.

"Heroes?"

The voice sneered, as if knowing that Jian Chen and the others could not perceive their position, and spoke more unscrupulously, mocking:

"The devil who kills people without blinking, what kind of hero is he worthy of?"

"Jian Chen, ask yourself, how much blood is stained with the sword in your hand, don't you feel a trace of guilt in the face of their relatives and friends at this time?"

The voice changed from ridicule to coldness, and then from coldness to sadness and indignation, and in the end, almost every word was crying.

The eyes of many people present suddenly turned red.

Except for a small number of small sects who can appear here in order to protect themselves, behind most of them, almost all of them have their former classmates and division commanders who have fallen under the bloody sword.

So far, most people in the rivers and lakes have only one understanding of the Bloodshed Sword, and this sword was taken away by Jian Chen in the battle of Bajian Villa!

As a result, the difference in appearance between the Wind Chasing Sword and the Blood Draining Sword of the Overlord Sword Villa only made people wonder when they were overwhelmed by the countless blood debts and left behind.

What remains is only hatred, the monstrous hatred for the bloody sword, for Jian Chen, and for the relatives who hate them!

Being able to roam the rivers and lakes, which one has less blood, and there are a large number of people in the Broken Sword Alliance, this is an advantage, but when this advantage no longer exists, most people will naturally have a herd mentality.

Everyone is suffering a blood revenge and has not been avenged, he is on me, he is not on me, I will wait and see, why do you want me to take the lead and die?

It is this psychology that causes it to become like a mess of sand when the Broken Sword Alliance loses its leaders one after another.

If you can't unite in the city, then you can only collapse the army!

But now, the bones of the uncold corpse outside the door are vivid, and the grief is not small, and some people are crying blood at such times.

Instantly ignite the grief and explode!

"Jian Chen, take your life!"

Roars erupted in all directions, and ten figures mixed with sword light, desperately striking each other! )