"Kill!"
Hundreds of golden soldiers rushed towards Mo Chen, wanting to kill him!
Don't look at the hundreds of golden soldiers. At a glance, they were still very intimidating. However, Mo Chen's expression was indifferent. There was only coldness in his eyes, as if the hundreds of golden soldiers in front of him were already corpses!
The sword in his hand emitted a faint glow. His internal strength surged, and the sword was about to drink blood!
Guo Jing, who had been pulled to the side by Han Xiaoying, saw this situation and wanted to help Mo Chen. However, he was stopped by Zhu Cong."Jing 'er, even if you go to help, you'll only be a hindrance.”
"That's right, Jing 'er. It's just a hundred gold soldiers. That young master will finish the battle very soon.”Han Xiaoying said to Guo Jing.
"But... Alright…"
Guo Jing wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Zhu Cong's glare.
These golden soldiers were the personal guards of the Sixth Prince's Mansion. After all, the army would not be stationed in the city. Since these golden soldiers could become the personal guards of the Sixth Prince's Mansion, they were naturally elite soldiers. Even a first-class master in the martial arts world would have to spend some time dealing with these hundreds of elite golden soldiers.
However, to Mo Chen, it was just one sword.
It was already noon and Rong 'er was already hungry. Therefore, Mo Chen wanted to end the battle quickly and not waste any more time!
At this moment, everyone's gaze was on Mo Chen. Even Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci, who were running towards Bao Xiruo, did not notice him.
Mo Chen held his long sword in his hand and took a step forward. In front of everyone, they only felt a blur. A snow-white figure blinked and darted into the hundreds of golden soldiers!
Many people subconsciously swallowed their saliva because they only saw the golden soldiers fall one by one in a flash of sword light. Their throats were all slit by the sword, and not a single drop of blood flowed out…
This was even easier than killing a chicken!
Those hundreds of golden soldiers did not even touch the corner of Mo Chen's clothes. They only felt a flash in front of their eyes and they were already dead. In fact, those golden soldiers did not even know how they died…Before they could react…
Mo Chen's white clothes were as white as snow, and his silver hair was like a waterfall. He was ethereal like an immortal, as if he was not killing people, but completing an elegant work of art. It was as beautiful as a painting…
Killing people was actually so beautiful!
Everyone watched in a daze. In the blink of an eye, the golden soldiers fell one after another. The white-robed young man seemed to be dancing with his sword. His sword was like a white snake spitting its tongue, hissing through the wind, and shuttling around like a dragon.
At times, he was as light as a swallow, and at other times, he was as fast as lightning, causing the fallen leaves to fall.
It was so beautiful and picturesque…Peerless magnificence!
So…Sword…She could still be so beautiful…So…Murder…She could still be so beautiful…
"Alright... So beautiful…" Huang Rong looked at Mo Chen in a daze. She did not expect that killing someone could be so beautiful. This made Huang Rong want to kill someone. She also wanted to kill someone like Mo Chen…
Huang Rong was not the only one who thought so. Many of the martial artists present had the same thought. It was an extremely terrifying thought.
When they recovered from their shock, the hearts of those martial artists turned cold. Their expressions were filled with shock. Why did they have such thoughts…'Why…' Seeing that white-robed young master kill someone, he actually wanted to draw his sword to kill someone…
There was a deathly silence in the arena. Only the sound of golden soldiers falling to the ground could be heard…
By the time everyone reacted, there were only a dozen or so of the hundreds of elite Golden Soldiers left…
Hurry up!
It was too fast!
One sword for one, it was even easier than cutting vegetables!
In the blink of an eye, more than ten golden soldiers fell to the ground. What kind of speed was this?!
Of course, only Huang Rong could tell that Mo Chen was using the 'kill one person every ten steps' technique!
Huang Rong had not forgotten what Mo Chen had told her. Although it was a sword technique, it had a very heaven-defying effect, and that was... Within ten steps, the speed of the sword could be increased. Within ten steps, the speed of the sword could be said to be terrifying!
Coupled with the Thousand Miles Leave No Escape movement technique, tsk tsk…Unimaginable!
Indeed, Mo Chen had used the Ten Steps to Kill a Person and the Thousand Miles of Escape. He did not use the Six Illusions of the Phoenix Dance or the sword technique. He was only cutting the lives of these golden soldiers like vegetables.
Throat Slashing was a technique, not a sword technique.
"Bang!"
When the last golden soldier fell, Mo Chen had already put away his sword. He ignored the maidservants and followers who were so scared that they were sitting on the ground.
At this moment, Yang Tiexin had already reached Bao Xiruo's side. He supported the obviously frightened Bao Xiruo and looked at him affectionately. His voice trembled as he said,"Cherish the weak…You are... Cherish the weak?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Bao Xiruo looked at Yang Tiexin's face, which he had been dreaming of even though his hair was white. He was stunned as he stared at Yang Tiexin.
"Iron... Brother Tie…" Bao Xiruo had never thought that she would see Brother Tie, whom she had been dreaming of every day, here. Moreover, they would meet so suddenly…
Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo looked at each other affectionately, but Mu Nianci was dumbfounded. However, she was not stupid. Obviously, this princess was the foster mother that her father had been dreaming of every day!
How could Godmother be a princess consort?
Mu Nianci couldn't understand this, but no matter what, she should be happy for her foster father since they had met again!
That's right, Yang Tiexin rushed from the martial arts stage to Bao Xiruo's side. In a short period of time, Mo Chen had already dealt with the hundreds of golden soldiers!
It was obvious how fast he was!
Moreover, Mo Chen did not use the Six Illusions of the Phoenix Dance or the Thirteen Life-Taking Swords. Otherwise, he would have been even faster!
"Brother Chen." Huang Rong ran to Mo Chen's side and said coquettishly.
Then, he looked at Mu Nianci, who was standing beside Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo with a dumbfounded expression, as well as Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo, who were looking at each other affectionately with tears in their eyes.
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