They pinched their necks tightly, their eyes widened, and looked at their "good big brother" in disbelief.
"You... you poisoned..."
Plop.
Plop.
Six corpses fell to the ground one after another, twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
Brother Li kicked away a corpse next to him.
"A bunch of idiots, what kind of bullshit alliance do they really believe in?"
He slowly put all the tokens into his arms and even hummed a little tune in his mouth.
"Only the dead are the most reliable allies."
At the same time.
A figure in white clothes walked through the bloody battlefield like a wandering ghost.
His name is Xiao Jianchen, and he is also known as Sword Young Master.
Wherever it passes, the sword energy is everywhere.
He didn't even draw his sword.
Just by pointing a finger together, the invisible sword energy shoots out, piercing the target's eyebrows with incomparable accuracy.
He had his hands behind his back and looked indifferent and bored. He didn't look like he was participating in a trial, but rather like he was patrolling his back garden.
Tokens flew in one after another automatically, floating around him like stars holding the moon.
"Waste."
"A bunch of trash."
"Is this the so-called Grand Gathering of Eternal Heaven's Chosen? It's just a gathering of a bunch of chickens and dogs."
There was a sarcastic smile on his lips, and he made no secret of his disdain for everyone.
On the viewing platform.
Xie Purou's little fists were clenched tightly, and the initial excitement had turned into solemn concentration.
"Master! The one in white is too good at pretending! But he is indeed ridiculously strong! He didn't even draw his sword!"
"And the one who poisoned me! What an old yin!"
Youruo remained silent, her pretty face a little pale.
This kind of endless betrayal and killing obviously had a huge impact on her.
Ye Chen took another sip of tea.
"In a wolf's den, sheep that think of themselves as wolves will die the fastest."
He tapped his chin towards the picture of Xiao Jianchen.
"That person, he understands the truth."
"He is not a wolf, he is a hunter who knows how to hunt efficiently."
Xie Purou and Youruo looked at the aloof but terrifyingly powerful Sword Young Master in the picture.
Just when Xiao Jianchen was about to go to the next area to "clear the area".
A roar that shook the earth made him stop.
Boom!
A huge figure three meters tall and as strong as a hill fell from the sky and hit the ground in front of him. Spider-web-like cracks spread instantly!
This giant is covered in rough animal skin, with blood-red eyes, full of the most primitive violence and madness.
He has no weapons.
A pair of iron fists is his strongest weapon.
"Sword... Master?"
The giant spoke angrily, his voice sounding like rocks rubbing against each other.
"Hand over... the token."
Xiao Jianchen For the first time, the boredom in his eyes disappeared.
He felt a terrifying pure physical power from this giant.
"A fool who only knows how to use brute force?"
He scoffed lightly.
"You are not qualified to talk to me."
"Death!"
Giants stop talking nonsense.
Punch out!
A simple straight punch.
The air in front of the fist was compressed sharply, and then exploded, forming a white air wave visible to the naked eye!
Xiao Jianchen's indifferent expression finally disappeared, replaced by a coldness as sharp as a knife.
He raised his right hand, raised his index and middle fingers, and pointed his sword forward.
A bit of extremely bright sword light quickly condensed on his fingertips.
"Broken."
That bit of sword light shot out boldly against the giant's fist.
Boom!
The sword light and the fist collided violently in mid-air!
There was no loud noise as expected.
There is only a circle of white energy ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading silently!
Wherever the ripples passed, a deep ravine was plowed into the ground, and the surrounding towering ancient trees instantly turned into powder!
Thumb! Thumb! Thunk!
Xiao Jianchen's elegant figure was forced to take three steps back for the first time.
Every step he took left a deep footprint on the hard ground.
The hill-like giant was also shaken by the force of the counter-shock and slid backwards for more than ten meters, dragging two shocking traces on the ground with its feet!
Evenly matched!
Xiao Jianchen finally had a look of surprise in his eyes.
His boring and indifferent expression changed for the first time.
The giant shook his numb fist, and his blood-red eyes showed an even crazier fighting spirit!
On the viewing platform.
"Wow! This big guy is so fierce!"
Xie Purou stood up excitedly, clenching his little hands tightly.
"That pretender in white finally got into trouble!"
Youruo was also fascinated by it. The power of this giant was completely beyond her imagination.
When Feng Wanli saw this, he immediately bowed and explained.
"Return to senior, and to the two fairies."
"This person is the contemporary genius of the 'Mystic Que Giant Gods' clan."
"This clan is born Divine Power, and their bodies are comparable to divine weapons. When they reach adulthood, they can tear True Dragon apart with their hands, and they can break mountains and rivers with one punch!"
"He is a pure power monk, extremely rare and extremely difficult to deal with."
He paused, glanced at Xiao Jianchen, whose expression changed slightly on the screen, and added.
"But..."
"Sword Young Master, the sword has not been drawn yet."
In the battlefield.
"Come again!"
The giant let out a deafening roar, and his huge body rose up again. His fists were like two meteorites falling from the sky, with the momentum of destroying everything, they smashed down crazily!
One punch!
Another punch!
Every punch made the air explode, creating a dull sonic boom!
Xiao Jianchen's figure became erratic, like a fallen leaf in the wind, quickly shuttled among the violent fist shadows.
He no longer carries his hands behind his back.
He raised his hand, and the sword energy at his fingertips continued to flow out, accurately placing it on the giant's fist, removing the terrifying power.
Although he still looks calm.
But the slightly furrowed brows and the corners of his clothes that were blown by the wind from the fists all showed that he was no longer as relaxed and carefree as before.
"You succeeded in making me take it seriously!"
Xiao Jianchen's voice was so cold that it contained no emotion.
He stopped evading.
Just stood there quietly.
"Seeking death!"
When the giant saw this, he thought he was exhausted, and the cruel look in his eyes became stronger. He gathered all his strength into one punch and hit Xiao Jianchen's head hard!
This punch is enough to level a mountain to the ground!
However.
Xiao Jianchen's eyes turned pure white at this moment.
No pupils, no emotions, just pure and ultimate Sword Intent.
He slowly raised his sword finger and aimed at the incoming giant fist.
He whispered five words.
"Myriad Dust Returning to the Trace Sword!"
Buzz!!!
The sword energy on his fingertips was no longer that bright point.
Instead, it instantly differentiated and turned into thousands of sword threads that were so fine that they were almost invisible to the naked eye!
These sword threads intertwined into a large invisible net in the air, quietly covering the giant's fist.