The battle had only lasted for a short while, but more than twenty of the Zhou clan's guards had already died. Looking at these dead guards, Zhou Butong's expression did not change at all. These guards were all hired by him and were not part of the Zhou clan. Therefore, the death of these guards did not affect the Zhou clan's strength in the slightest. If worse came to worst, he could just hire more in the future.
"All of you, attack him together! Whoever can injure him, I will reward them with one thousand purple coins. If you can capture him, I will reward you with ten thousand purple coins!" Zhou Butong commanded loudly.
With such a great reward, there would definitely be brave men. Hearing Zhou Butong's generous reward, the eyes of the group of guards began to burn with passion. One by one, they charged towards Jianchen as if they did not care about their lives. One by one, they slashed their Saint Weapons at Jianchen from all directions. They did not hope to capture Jianchen, but only hoped to leave a small wound on his body.
Jianchen's gaze became colder and colder. Following which, the Light Wind Sword's aura exploded, forming a dense sword shadow that enveloped the entire area. In a short moment, the Light Wind Sword collided with the incoming Saint Weapons at a speed that could not be seen with the naked eye.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! … ….
Following the sound of the weapons colliding, the surrounding Saint Weapons were all broken into two.
As for those who had their Saint Weapons destroyed, their faces turned pale in an instant. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, they fell to the ground, unable to get up. Among them, there were three who died.
A Saint Weapon was closely related to its owner's name. If a Saint Weapon was damaged, it would bring a certain amount of damage to its owner. The situation of a Saint Weapon being destroyed was even more serious. In light cases, the owner would lose all of their cultivation and become a cripple who could no longer cultivate. In heavy cases, they would directly die.
These people's Saint Weapons had been cut in two by Jianchen and were completely destroyed. Even if they did not die, they would become cripples in the future.
However, the surrounding bodyguards had already been knocked unconscious by Zhou Butong's heavy injuries. The fate of these few people and those who had already collapsed did not scare them away. Instead, it made them rush forward even more ferociously, as if they were afraid that this reward would be snatched away by someone else.
After all, just 1,000 purple crystal coins was enough for these Saint and Great Saint guards to live happily for the rest of their lives. They might not be able to earn 1,000 purple crystal coins in their entire lives.
Jianchen, who was dressed in white, continuously shuttled back and forth within the group of guards. Along with the unceasing flashes of the silver-white sword, the Zhou Clan guards also fell down in droves. In just a short moment, the total number of the hundred guards had been reduced by half.
The patriarch of the Zhou Clan, Zhou Butong, had already retreated from the battlefield. His expression was incomparably solemn as he stared at Jianchen who was like a killing machine, mercilessly reaping lives.
"Patriarch, this person's strength is very strong. Moreover, the speed of his sword is really too fast. Even I am unable to see it clearly. These guards are simply unable to dodge. If this continues, I'm afraid that these guards will not be able to hold on for long before they are all annihilated." Standing behind Jianchen, a middle-aged man also had a solemn expression as he stared at Jianchen and said in a deep voice.
A cold light flashed in Zhou Butong's eyes as he said in a deep voice, "He is using such a fast sword technique. I'm afraid that the consumption of his Saint Force will be extremely large. Moreover, he had already gone through a battle when he destroyed the Zhou Mercenary Group. Right now, his Saint Force will definitely not be able to last for long. Let these guards exhaust his Saint Force first. I don't believe that his Saint Force is endless. Zhou Lianyun, immediately go and bring the Tiger King Squad over. This time, the enemy's strength cannot be underestimated. Perhaps this battle will determine the life and death of our Zhou Clan. We must do our best to deal with this. "
"Yes, patriarch."
One of the guards accepted the order and immediately ran towards the Zhou Clan's back courtyard.
The merciless slaughter continued for a while. Of the Zhou Clan's guards, only a dozen or so were left alive. The ground was littered with over a hundred corpses. Fresh blood had already dyed the marble floor of the Zhou Clan's jeep a bright red.
Jianchen's body slightly swayed as he arrived in front of the last dozen or so guards. The Light Wind Sword in his hand transformed into a blurry shadow as it flashed through the air. With extreme speed, the Light Wind Sword lightly slashed across the necks of the last dozen or so guards, cleanly slicing through their throats.
At this time, the Zhou Clan's guards had all fallen. The only ones left in the courtyard were Zhou Butong and the dozen or so guards behind him.
However, just as Jianchen's Light Wind Sword slashed across the necks of the last dozen or so guards, a sharp whistling sound accompanied by a biting cold wind came from behind him.
Before the attack arrived, the biting cold wind ruthlessly pressed down on Jianchen's back. Jianchen's face became slightly more serious as he quickly turned around and used the Light Wind Sword to block in front of him.
"Clang!"
A large sword carrying a thousand catties of force fiercely slashed down on the Light Wind Sword. The powerful force transmitted from the large sword caused Jianchen's body to involuntarily retreat.
As he was retreating, Jianchen's body continuously moved left and right in coordination with his footsteps, using subtle movements to disperse the remaining force from his body.
"Ha!" A thunderous roar sounded out. Zhou Butong did not give Jianchen any time to breathe as he once again swung his large sword towards Jianchen.
Behind him, the ten people behind Zhou Butong also unsheathed their Saint Weapons and charged towards Jian Chen. Among them was Zhou Yun, the leader of the Zhou Mercenary Company, who had only recently become a Great Saint Master.
Jianchen was not afraid at all as he used the Light Wind Sword to meet Zhou Butong's large sword.
When the two Saint Weapons collided in midair, a violent energy ripple burst out and rapidly spread out in all directions, destroying some of the surrounding flowers and plants.
After that one strike, the strong recoil caused Jian Chen's body to be pushed back six steps before he could regain his footing. Zhou Butong had also been pushed back three steps at the same time.
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