Jian Chen's bland words were heard in the ears of everyone in the Zhou mercenary group, and the faces of all the people in the Zhou clan changed suddenly, and suddenly, one by one, their eyes stared at Jian Chen, and the strong killing intent and anger were undisguised in their eyes.

And the middle-aged man's face covered with scars suddenly became gloomy, a hideous face full of murderous intent stared at Jian Chen viciously, snorted coldly, and shouted angrily: "Boy, just rely on you, you are not qualified to say such a thing, come on, take him down for me, let this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky understand that not everyone in our Zhou mercenary group can be wild." ”

With the middle-aged man's order, those mercenaries who surrounded Jian Chen, without the slightest hesitation, rushed forward with their holy soldiers, and countless weapons slashed at Jian Chen's from all directions.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Jian Chen's mouth, and then his body shook slightly, and he had disappeared in place, and as soon as he disappeared, all the weapons that had been cut down were also missing.

Jian Chen's speed was extremely fast shuttling through the field, the Light Wind Sword stabbed out at a lightning speed, each of his sword stabs, it could easily cut a person's throat, in the face of the Light Wind Sword that was as fast as lightning, these mercenaries whose strength was generally in the Sage and Great Sage stage didn't even have time to react, they were killed by a sword, and many of them even didn't know how they died.

Although Jian Chen's lone person fought against more than 100 people, but because the absolute strength gap between the two sides was too big, the situation was completely a slaughter, and these people from the Zhou mercenary group were in the hands of Jian Chen, they were simply powerless to fight back, and they couldn't even capture Jian Chen's figure.

Under Jian Chen's fast killing speed, in the blink of an eye, one or two people were killed with one sword, and in just one breath, seven or eight people died under his sword.

Such a scene only lasted for five breaths, and of the more than 100 people in the Zhou mercenary group, nearly 50 people were already lying on the ground.

The middle-aged man with scars on his face looked blankly at the sword dust like a killing machine, and his face was full of disbelief. In just ten seconds, Jian Chen killed fifty people, and such a fast killing speed scared the middle-aged man stupid.

Jian Chen, dressed in white, kept moving back and forth in the crowd like a cloud, and wherever he passed, the people around him fell in pieces, and a little blood splashed in the air. And the ground, in this short period of time, has been stained with blood red by the continuous collection of blood.

The ruthless killing was going on silently, and there was only the constant shouting and shouting of the members of the Zhou mercenary group in the field, but surprisingly there was no scream, because when they were cut by the sword dust, they couldn't make any sound at all, and some people didn't even feel the pain, so they lost consciousness.

After more than a dozen breaths, Jian Chen finally stopped the merciless killing, at this moment, I saw that this open space in the mansion was already full of corpses, the mercenaries of the Zhou mercenary group with a total of more than 100 people had been killed by Jian Chen, and the corpses of more than 100 people were lying on the ground, each of them only had a wound on their necks, the bright red blood flowed out of their necks, the whole ground was dyed bright red, and the rich bloody breath floated in the air unusually pungent, and when you take a breath, it will make people feel like vomiting。

Now, only the middle-aged man with scars on his face and a dozen people standing behind him were still alive, all of them with a dull look on their faces full of disbelief and incredulity.

More than a hundred people, in just a dozen breaths, was slaughtered by one person, and this person is still a young man who looks at most in his early twenties, even if he sees such a scene with his own eyes, they feel so incredible, more than a dozen of them, they have finished playing and were frightened by this result, and they stood there stunned for a while, unable to speak.

When Jian Chen's bland and slightly indifferent eyes fell on a dozen of them, a cruel smile appeared on his face, the more than 100 people he killed before were all people whose strength was only at the stage of the Sage and the Great Sage, and the dozen or so people in front of him were the pillars of the Zhou Clan's mercenary group, and each of them had the strength of a saint master.

Immediately, Jian Chen's body stopped talking nonsense, and as soon as his body moved, he had already rushed towards the remaining dozen or so people at an extremely fast speed, and the light wind sword turned into a silver-white light and disappeared in a flash, and it passed through the throats of two of them effortlessly, easily taking away the lives of the two holy masters.

Now that Jian Chen's strength has been promoted to the Great Saint Master, these Saint Masters are as fragile as ants in his eyes, and his fast sword is not something that these Saint Masters can dodge in the past.

For the people of the Zhou mercenary group, Jian Chen did not intend to let go of any of them present, and after killing the two holy masters with lightning speed, the Jian Chenqing Wind Sword once again turned into a silver-white sword shadow, enveloping the rest of the people.

Poof!poof!poof.......

With the soft sound of the light wind sword cutting through the throat, in the blink of an eye, three more saint masters were pierced by a sword.

It was only at this time that the remaining Saint Masters came back to their senses, their faces changed drastically, and then they did not dare to hesitate at all, and immediately used all their strength to frantically dodge in all directions, trying to pull the distance between the monster and the sword dust.

"Stop, stop, there's something to say, stop. The middle-aged man with the scar on his face shouted as he ducked into the distance, the look on his face could no longer maintain the composure he had before, and was completely occupied by horror.

Jian Chen stopped the merciless killing, stared at the remaining few Saint Masters with a flat gaze, and said, "Say, where is the leader of your Zhou mercenary group." "Previously, Jian Chen learned in the restaurant that the leader of the Zhou mercenary group was a master at the level of the Great Sage Division, and among these people, no one was found to have the strength of the Great Sage Division, so this situation can only show that the leader of the Zhou mercenary group is not here, and for the leader of the Zhou mercenary group, Jian Chen has already issued a killing order in his heart.

The man with the scar took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, stared at Jian Chen's eyes with some horror, and said in a trembling tone: "This little brother, I don't know where our Zhou mercenary group offended you, you have to kill them all like this." At this moment, the scar man's attitude towards even speaking has changed dramatically.

Jian Chen's gaze staring at the scar man gradually became sharp, and he approached the scar man step by step with a slow pace, and said, "I'll ask you once in the end, where is the leader of the Zhou mercenary group." For the scar man's question, Jian Chen ignored it.

Looking at the approaching sword dust, the scar man stepped back with a nervous expression, hesitated for a moment, and said in a trembling voice: "Where is the head of the regiment, I don't know how to ...... Dao"

Hearing this, Jian Chen's eyes froze, and then he no longer gave the scar man a chance to speak, and came to him in a flash, and the breeze sword turned into a silver-white light and stabbed towards the scar man's throat.

The scarred man's face changed greatly, and his body immediately retreated, and at the same time, a giant sword instantly appeared in his hand, trying to block in front of him, but just when his giant sword was raised halfway through, the light wind sword was already close to his throat, and stabbed deeply, and the tip of the sword, which had been covered with blood, broke through from the other end of his neck.

Seeing that the scar man didn't even have the strength to fight in Jian Chen's hands, the faces of the remaining saint masters couldn't help but turn pale, they had been so frightened by the strength displayed by Jian Chen's that they lost the courage to fight again.

"Run, let's go to the regimental commander, only the regimental commander can deal with him. Among the remaining Saint Masters, one of them shouted, and as soon as he finished speaking, he ran towards the door as fast as he could.

"Yes, go to the head of the regiment...."

When the rest of the people heard this, they also suddenly came to their senses, and then they no longer hesitated, and immediately rushed to the outside.

Jian Chen slowly pulled out the light wind sword that was dripping blood from the neck of the scarred man, stared at the direction of the escape of several people, a sneer appeared on his face, and then followed behind several people without hurry.

Not long after Jianchen left, the front of the mansion where the Zhou mercenary group lived was immediately surrounded by a group of people, and after a closer look, it was relieved that it was the group of people who came out of the restaurant.

However, when the group looked inside through the broken gate, everyone's faces immediately became stunned, and their faces were full of disbelief and incredulity.

They have been following Jian Chen, from the time Jian Chen entered the mansion of the Zhou mercenary group to now, it has only been a few dozen breaths, but in such a short period of time, the mansion of the Zhou mercenary group is already full of corpses, and more than 100 people have been killed in such a short time, how can this scene not shock them.