The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

Qin Feng exclaimed, jumped out hastily, and rushed towards Chen Xuan.

Fang Xian and Li Xinyao followed closely behind.

But the moment the palms of the three monsters fell on Chen Xuan, they screamed at the same time, looking horrified, and hurriedly wanted to retreat, but found that there was a strong sticky force on Chen Xuan, firmly sticking to their bodies. The palm can only be slapped, but cannot be retracted.

"Boy, you..."

"No, hurry up!"

The three monsters of the Ding family yelled in horror, and hurriedly waved their palms and slapped each other, trying to shake each other out.

This kid can actually absorb their internal energy, making the three monsters terrified.

But the scabbard in Chen Xuan's hand had already been tapped out like lightning.

Bang bang bang!

Three consecutive blows, as fast as afterimages, each of which contained thousands of catties of power, and landed on the throat of the three monsters.

Even if the three monsters wanted to dodge, they couldn't dodge at all. They screamed, spurted blood, and their throats were shattered, but their palms were still firmly stuck to Chen Xuan's body. .

Everyone was horrified, as if they had seen a ghost.

They didn't understand what was going on at all.

It's strange enough that this young hero can't dodge or dodge in the face of the three monsters.

What's even more strange is that the three monsters seemed to have suddenly lost their resistance, allowing the young man in white to poke their long sword at their throats.

What kind of magical power is this?

Could it be that some sorcery is not working?

Chapter 95 Nickname Junzi Sword? (plus more)

The corpses of the Ding family's three monsters fell to the ground. Everyone's eyes were staring, their throats were sunken, and the horror on their faces was still there. It was obvious that they were dying.

This scene shocked everyone.

Looking at Chen Xuan's eyes is like looking at a monster.

Is this young hero's swordsmanship really so advanced?

Or is it a coincidence?

Qin Feng, Fang Xian, and Li Xinyao were rushing forward, but they all froze when they saw this scene, it was incredible.

What is the strength of this Chen Shaoxia?

This is too weird?

Did the Ding family's three monsters die just like that?

"Who else wants to lead to death?"

Chen Xuan's tone was indifferent, he put away his long sword, and tapped it on the ground.

The men in black and the sand bandits around looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt terrified, and no one dared to go forward.

Time flies.

The night wind howled, and the temperature dropped even more.

Many business travelers were shivering from the cold, and even some Jianghu tourists felt chills all over their bodies, but no one rushed back to escape the cold.

Because the many black-clothed men and sand bandits around still did not evacuate, they were watching from afar.

Qin Feng suddenly reacted, and whispered: "Chen Shaoxia, they are gathering together and not leaving, I'm afraid they are still waiting for other masters, and when they are all here, they will probably swarm up, why don't we leave temporarily, so as not to hurt others. "

He looked at the shivering merchants beside him, feeling uneasy and apologetic.

Chen Xuan frowned slightly, and whispered: "Even if we leave, those sand bandits will not let these people go. They make a living by plundering all the year round, and kill everyone they meet. These merchants are fat sheep in their eyes. We If we stay, we can deter them, but if we leave, the rest of us will be slaughtered."

Qin Feng sighed secretly, and felt that it was probably the case.

For a while, I was worried.

If they had known this, they would not have walked with the caravan, and now they have caused so many people innocently.

The wind and sand gradually subsided, and there was a sudden movement in the distance.

Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Another master is here."

At this time, the gully drawn before his feet had been filled by the wind and sand, and the corpses of the three monsters of the Ding family and Zhou Tong, the Great King Kong, were also half buried.

Chen Xuan swung his long sword and swiped again.

Another long gully tore out from his eyes, more than ten meters long.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, and many men in black and sand bandits in the distance gathered towards them again, faintly showing a tendency to encircle them.

It was led by four figures.

A slender woman in black tights, holding a soft whip, covered with black gauze, with cold eyes, seductive.

One is a fat monk, holding a thick and heavy water-milled Zen staff, with a rough face and a human bone Buddha beads.

The other one was a thin figure, wrapped in a black cloak, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, and it was cold and intimidating.

The last person was a big bearded man in a strong robe, sitting astride a horse, with cold eyes.

"Even the three monsters of the Ding family are dead. It seems that there are some masters."

The big bearded man said coldly.

Qin Feng and Li Xinyao's expressions changed again.

Many quacks behind him were also short of breath.

"A femme fatale, Zhao Erniang!"

"Yan Wang's monk just broke!"

"And there is the iron-blooded man Tu Penghu!"

A series of nervous whispers sounded one after another.

Obviously, the four newcomers are also well-known.