Chaotic Sword God

The 211th chapter of the Zhou Dynasty mercenary group (1)

Pointed at the throat by the sword, the mercenary did not dare to do anything. He did not hesitate to agree to the requirements of Jian Chen, and took the sword dust toward the headquarters of the Zhou’s mercenary group, while on his face. On the top, there is still a color of horror.

When Jian Chen and the member of the Zhou’s mercenary figure left the restaurant and fell into a quiet restaurant, a burst of embarrassment suddenly erupted. Everyone’s eyes were incredulously staring at the three who had fallen to the ground and had died. Members of the Zhou’s mercenary group have been arguing over their ears.

"Who is that young boy? The strength is so high. He killed the Zhou’s mercenary group. I didn’t even see how he did it. His shot was too fast. I didn’t even have it. See clearly."

"It's really unbelievable. I am now in my forties, and my strength is only the level of the junior priest. And the young man seems to be only twenty years old. He can kill a few. It’s incredible that the strength of the Zhou’s mercenary group is stronger than me.”

"The strength of that young man is too strong. I estimate that it will reach at least the stage of the Great Master. It is estimated that the Zhou’s mercenary group once offended him and came to revenge today."

"Zhou Yun, the head of the Zhou's Mercenary Corps, also has the strength of the Great Master, and they still have a lot of masters of the sage level. This young man is so frustrated to go to the nest of the Zhou's mercenary group to find them trouble, no Know if it is the opponent of the Zhou’s mercenary group."

"Mysterious young masters have come to the Zhou mercenary group to seek revenge. The fighting scene must be very exciting. I must go and see."

"Yes, there will definitely be a wonderful battle in the future. Let's go and see."

"Go, we all have a look at it, so wonderful things can't be missed."

Later, the people in the restaurant also yelled at each other and went out. In the blink of an eye, the restaurant, which was almost full, became empty.

Jian Chen did not use the light wind sword to point to the member of the Zhou’s mercenary group. Instead, he followed the side of his body without hesitation and sorrow. He walked calmly on the crowded streets, although the attention of Jian Chen It didn't seem to be on the mercenary at all, but as long as the members of the Zhou's mercenary group dared to run away, the Jianfeng's breeze sword would run through his throat.

And about a distance of about 50 meters behind Jian Chen, a large group of people from the restaurant.

The headquarters of the Zhou’s Mercenary Corps is located in the eastern part of Wacker City. It is a large house. Above the gate of the house, a high-hanging plaque on the dragon and phoenix dances with the words “Zhou’s Mercenary Corps” in the house. In front of the door, there are four fully armed mercenaries standing there straight.

Looking at the huge plaque above the big house, the face of Jian Chen could not help but show a little cold smile. The murderous murderousness flashed in the eyes, and then slowly walked toward the door.

"This is the site of the Zhou's mercenary group. Whoever comes, report it."

As soon as Jian Chen approached the gate, a guard waiting at the door stopped Jian Chen and stared at him loudly.

"Hey!" Jian Chen snorted, and then saw the silvery white light in his right hand flashing away. The next moment, the neck of the mercenary who was screaming at the sword dust, the bright red blood rushed like a fountain. And out.

The mercenary of the Zhou’s mercenary group reached out and held his neck tightly, his face full of painful look, and the whole body fell directly to the ground.

Looking at the companion who fell to the ground, the other three mercenaries who kept the door immediately responded after slumbering, and they glared at Jian Chen.

"Bold, even in our Zhou's mercenary group, you are impatient." With one person, two people immediately sacrificed the holy soldiers to the sword dust, and the last one was fast. Push the door open and run into the letter.

However, just as the two of them just moved, the light wind sword in the hands of Jian Chen turned into a silver-white light, piercing the throats of both of them with a speed that they could not reflect.

In a blink of an eye, the four guards guarding the gate were killed by the sword dust, and only the last one ran in and reported to escape.

Indifference looked at the three bodies lying on the ground, and then the sword dust fell on the plaque above the gate, muttering: "Zhou's mercenary group, from today, you are removed from Wacker City "When it is said, the sword dust leaps forward, and the light wind sword turns into a sly sword shadow to cover the entire board. In the blink of an eye, the entire plaque is cut into pieces of palm-sized pieces.

After destroying the plaque, Jian Chen kicked directly on the closed door. With the loud bang of the "touch", this three-inch thick wooden door was directly kicked off by the sword dust. The door frame, like a hidden weapon, shot at the ground quickly.

"boom!"

However, just as the door panel of the gate just flew into the inside, a louder roar came from it, only to see that the huge wooden door panel was broken and broken, and a large amount of wood fragments splashed around.

"Hey, who is such a big list, I dare to go with our Zhou's mercenary group." At the same time, there was a scream of endless anger.

Jian Chen was not anxious or slow, and walked in step by step from outside the gate. His footsteps were light, like a walk in the air, his face was indifferent, and he did not take Zhou’s mercenary group seriously.

When Jian Chen walked into the big house, the scene inside also came into view. In front of it was a huge open space, and in the open space, a middle-aged man in a blue robe stood there. The middle-aged man is about fifty years old and has several scars on his face. It seems to be a bit horrible.

Behind the middle-aged man, there are already more than 20 people standing there, and around the house, there are still people who are rushing over here.

In just a moment, on this open space, it was filled with more than 100 people, and Jian Chen was trapped in the middle.

The middle-aged man with many scars on his face looked at Jian Chen with a sharp eye. Shen Sheng said: "Boy, who are you, why can't we go with our Zhou's mercenary group?"

Jian Chen’s eyes glanced indifferently around the eyes. For the middle-aged man, he did not hear this. He said: “Are you all the Zhou’s mercenary group arrived?”

It was said that the middle-aged man’s brow was slightly wrinkled and he said coldly: "What do you mean by this?"

There was a cruel smile on the face of Jian Chen, and the light wind sword held in the right hand also gave off a sharp and sharp sword. "From now on, Wacker City will never have a weekly commission." The Corps."