I said. www.biquge.info"Ling Wei also looked at Guo Chuanzong, and said dissatisfiedly: "Your secret stronghold is really not secret at all. ”

"What?" Guo Chuanzong was still stunned, a little unable to come back to his senses.

But seeing Jian Chen move suddenly, his body shook, and a flash of silver light shot out of his hand, snatching it and penetrating the thin courtyard door.

"Ahh

A scream came from behind the door.

The silver light showed its true form, it was the Qianfeng Silver Spear, and on the retracted spear head, a trace of blood was particularly dazzling.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

At the same time as the screams sounded, there was already a thunderstorm overhead, and a yellow shadow was pressed down with the momentum of a tyrannical force.

The retracted silver spear swirled with a whistling spin to meet the yellow shadow that seemed to be the top of Mount Tai.

Bell--!

Jian Chen's body did not move, the silver spear was still standing upright in the sky, but the yellow shadow that suddenly appeared was shocked and flew back faster than when it came.

With a flip in the air, the yellow shadow's figure sank sharply and landed on the courtyard wall.

Guo Chuanzong came back to his senses at this time, and when he looked at it, it was Meng Ranran, one of the three heroes of the sword.

Meng Rinran, who fell on the wall, looked at Jian Chen, with a shock on his face, and what shocked him even more happened.

Bang!

A light sound came from his heavy sword, and his hand suddenly lightened, and he hurriedly looked down, only to see that his heavy sword, which was a few points thicker than an ordinary sword disciple, actually broke at the waist.

With a thud, the broken half-cut heavy sword fell to the ground, smashing into dust.

On the other hand, Jian Chen stood calmly in place, the thousand silver spear had retracted to the end of the stick, and it was as if nothing had happened.

"People, have you brought enough?"

Jian Chen looked at him and smiled coldly, saying mockingly.

Meng Ranran's horror was even greater, and he blurted out, "You knew we were following behind?"

As soon as the words fell, the courtyard gate that had been stabbed by Jian Chen was violently kicked open from the outside, and on the ground outside the door, there was a pool of dazzling blood, and a group of sword disciples with white yarn wrapped in their arms bypassed the blood stains and surged in from both sides.

At a cursory glance, there were forty or fifty people here, and the small courtyard was suddenly crowded.

On the one hand, there are many people, and on the other hand, there are only four disciples in the four bags of the beggar gang, and there is a huge disparity in strength.

Guo Chuanzong's vigilant gaze scanned left and right, and he had already made up his mind that this secret stronghold could not be wanted.

With the influx of these people in an instant, Meng Rinran's expression calmed down a little, and shouted: "Boy, if you are interested, follow Uncle Ben back to Bajian Villa, otherwise it will ......"

Otherwise, he didn't say anything, but the heavy swords that the forty or fifty Sword Overlord disciples suddenly raised had already filled in for him what he hadn't finished.

Jian Chen didn't look at him, shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that there are not enough people." ”

A hundred?

"What do you want to do with a hundred people?"

I don't know why, in the bottom of Meng Rinran's heart, because Jian Chen is big enough to be headless and brainless, there is a slight uneasiness.

"Enough for a hundred...... You can have another real 100-person killing......"

Jian Chen's face was calm from beginning to end, he looked up at the sky, as if he was answering Meng Ranran, and as if he was talking to himself.

Suddenly stretched out a finger, "The one just now, is it?"

The one just now was the Sword Suppressor disciple who was killed by him through the door with one shot.

One?

Meng Ranran's face changed greatly, and he looked at Jian Chen incredulously, could he ......

Suddenly shouted: "Up!"

It's just that a word on it just rushed out of the mouth, but there was a flower in front of it.

Eight silver rays, bringing up a large group of blood flowers burst into his eyes.

Jian Chen's figure could only see a blood-colored afterimage, flying around in the small courtyard, and the blood color was everywhere, and even more intense blood light suddenly erupted.

It was only at this time that Meng Rinran finished shouting, and in the small courtyard, more than ten Sword Suppressor disciples had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Two, three, four, five...... Fourteen, fifteen!"

Blood light, accompanied by screams, every scream sounded, and a number clearly came from the blood-colored afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, it had been counted to fifteen.

Severed limbs and stump arms were constantly scattered all over the courtyard, and layers of thick blood had already been sprinkled on the ground.

Meng Ranran's body trembled, although these Sword Suppression disciples were not as strong as the elite dead soldiers trained by his eldest brother, they were also the backbone of the Sword Villa, and at this moment, in Jian Chen's hands, they were like young children and weak girls who were powerless, and there was not even a trace of room for resistance, and wherever the afterimage rushed, there was a bloody light.

"Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight......"

The murderous voice still counted accurately, and in less than a moment, more than half of the Overlord Sword disciples had fallen to the ground like harvested wheat.

This is like a scene of Shura's purgatory, not only Meng Ranran, but also Guo Chuanzong and Ling Wei, who are also shocked to watch.

The two stood still, motionless, and it seemed that they didn't need to move anymore.

I thought it would be a bitter battle, but I never thought that it would be a one-sided massacre!

Brother Jian Chen, this is ...... What's wrong?

Guo Chuanzong watched Jian Chen kill people in horror, and at the same time, he was shocked and confused.

He vaguely remembered that in Chenzhou that day, whether it was the few black-clothed people who were poisoned, or the people of the Red Flame Sect under the leadership of Shi Yuanlong, even if he was in danger, Jian Chen only hurt people at most, but did not kill people.

However, at this moment, every time he makes a move, he obtains all of them personally, and every time he makes a move, someone will always die because of it, and he is extremely ruthless.

Is this still the big brother Jian Chen he knows?

Guo Chuanzong's eyes were closed, not wanting to look at it again.

"Stop!"

No matter how shocked Meng Ranran was, he finally didn't dare to sit back and watch anymore, and when he roared angrily, the half heavy sword in his hand was used as a hidden weapon, and he struggled to throw it towards the afterimage in the courtyard.

Whether the half-cut heavy sword could hit the afterimage, he didn't look at it, he immediately turned over, copied it with one hand, and the heavy sword scattered everywhere was taken by him at will, and he was about to join the battle group.

Suddenly, his neck was cold, and something hard pressed against his throat, Meng Ranran's body stiffened, and he suddenly didn't dare to move a bit.

Behind him, someone said coldly, "What's the hurry? You should have been the last." ”

Jian Chen!

Isn't he in front?

Meng Rinran's brain was dazed for a while, and when he looked forward, he saw that the heavy sword he threw still hit the target, and it was deeply inserted into a person's head at the moment, but it was a brain burst of his own disciple.

"You see, there are not enough people, and you still come to make trouble, causing me to kill one less person. ”

Behind him, Jian Chen's cold voice was like a cold wind blowing in the ice and snow, and Meng Ran's body and mind were extremely cold when he heard it.

"Don't ......"

Meng Ranran's body trembled like chaff, and there was already a pleading in his tone, "Kill me......"

A thin line of blood slowly widened from his throat as he said the fourth word.

"Thirty-nine. ”

Whether it was Meng Rinran or the rest of the disciples of Bajian Villa, in Jian Chen's mouth, it was just one number after another.

Represents the number of deaths.