Zhou Chen and the white old man fought the most fiercely, this white old man was extremely fast, every time Zhou Chen attacked him, he could seem to have noticed it in advance, and when the punch fell, it was missed.

"Little scum, I'm going to kill you today." The white old man roared angrily, grabbed Zhou Chen's hand, and violently tried to break Zhou Chen's hand.

"Hehe, if you want my life, you might as well try it." Zhou Chen's grabbed arm tightened suddenly, and then the foot kicked on the ground, and the arm instantly exerted force.

"Huh?" The old man was startled, and hurriedly retreated, followed by Zhou Chen, who greeted the old man with his fists raining down, chasing the old man all over the yard.

Han, I don't know where I found a sword, and the Tai Chi swordsmanship in one hand also beat Leng Chuyan and these people extremely embarrassed, and every time Leng Chuyan shot out a dart, he was shot down by Han.

The sword shadows overlapped in front of Han's body to form a wall, which made the three of them helpless, as long as you dare to attack, you will be counterattacked by the power you beat out, and this backlash is Han's sword.

Leng Chuyan and the old man who played Hong Boxing had already hung up the color, and the old man with an Asian face also frowned, and he found that this young man who had been captured by himself and others actually gave him a feeling of invulnerability.

Zhou Chen punched the white old man on the lower abdomen, and he flew out a few meters away at once, he covered the place where he was hit with one hand, and looked at Zhou Chen with a look of horror on his face, he couldn't believe that this Zhou Chen, who was even a year or two younger than his apprentices, could actually hit himself.

He is most proud of his speed, and now this speed has become his weakness, although he can dodge Zhou Chen's stormy fist, but he can't suppress you from being chased and beaten all the time, this run is from the momentum, he has been pressed down by Zhou Chen.

As soon as this momentum continues, there will be panic and worry, and there will be cowardice.

"Hehe, you're taking my punch right now." Zhou Chen sneered, and slowly walked towards the white old man who was looking at him with a frightened face, and just when the old man he forced was about to reach the corner of the wall, suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps from the gate and the sound of metal colliding on his body.

A burly and tall man wearing golden armor and holding a two-handed sword came, because he put down his visor, he couldn't see what he looked like, but the eyes behind the eyelets of this visor shot a terrifying look.

"Stop!" The loud shouts sounded, and the whole courtyard was quiet in an instant, but Zhou Chen grabbed the neck of the white old man, originally when the white old man saw the person at the door, his face showed joy, but now he suffocated his face in pain.

"I'll let you ......" The man dressed as a samurai, before he finished speaking, Zhou Chen broke the neck of the old white man, threw the old man's body to the ground casually, and looked at this temple warrior with great interest, and he already knew that he was from the temple when he saw the armor he was wearing.

Zhou Chen asked them before, these people still didn't admit it, and now even if they don't want to admit it, it's impossible.

That's why he didn't hesitate to kill this old white man.

"I think you're looking for death." The sword stabbed towards Zhou Chen, and this hand cold also hurried to stab at the heart of the old man who was full of sword marks and his bare body.

Flutter!

"Ahh Blood spurted, and the old man who had punched Hong Fist before was picked hard by Han, and his whole body flew out, slammed into the wall, and then lay on the ground and died.

There were dead people here, but it didn't affect the duel between Zhou Chen and the temple golden-armored warrior, when Chang Zhouchen slapped the sword in the gold-armored warrior's hand with his hand, his feet slipped backwards to dodge the gold-armored warrior's fist.

"Brother Chen'er takes the sword." Han Yi threw the sword in his hand to Zhou Chen, a bird's tail threw the old man out, Zhou Chen flashed and caught the sword, this sword in his hand was like a tiger with wings, the momentum on his body instantly increased, and the sword danced in Zhou Chen's hand It was a fast.

Even in the end, the man couldn't see clearly, only two figures were floating on the ground, one white and one yellow, and only through these two colors could see who was who.

When Zhou Chen came out of the window, he was wearing a white dress, and the yellow color was naturally a Templar.

Bang dang!

The Templar fell from the sky, slamming heavily to the ground, his breastplate covered in blood, a palm-sized wound pouring out of it.

Zhou Chen stood with his sword in his hand, the sword was pressed against the neck of the Templar warrior, and said coldly: "Say, how many people are there on your side?" ”

"Ahem, you're just waiting to be killed by my Templars." The Templar spat blood from his mouth and coughed incessantly, apparently the sword wounding his lungs.

"Hmph, since you don't say it, then let me die." Zhou Chen said that the sword was about to be forced, Leng Chuyan was smashed by Han's move and flew out and fell to the ground, seeing that Zhou Chen was going to kill the Templar Warrior, he shouted weakly: "No...... Want. ”

"Why are you asking for mercy?" Zhou Chen's eyes fixed on Leng Chuyan's body, and said, "You give me a reason." ”

"He's the Pope's nephew, and if you kill him, the Pope will definitely go crazy." Leng Chuyan spewed out a mouthful of blood and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said, "And the Pope will come here the day after tomorrow." ”

"The Pope will come?" Zhou Chen's eyes froze suddenly, and just as he was thinking about things, the Templar warrior suddenly took out a yellow scroll from his pocket, and the moment he took out the scroll, a golden light shot out.

Zhou Chen's eyes closed, and the sword in his hand stabbed down sharply in front of him, and when the dazzling golden light disappeared, the sword stabbed deeply into the ground.

"Damn." Zhou Chen glared at Leng Chuyan fiercely, if it weren't for this woman, who used words to distract herself, how could that guy run away?

"If you want to kill now, kill it, and talk nonsense." As soon as Leng Chuyan's words were finished, she was slapped to the ground by Zhou Chen, and grabbed her pink neck, saying, "If you don't want to die, give me an honest explanation, when will the pope come?" Where to go, what to do. ”

"You're begging me." Leng Chuyan was slapped by Zhou Chen, but instead of making her afraid, she continued to provoke, saying, "If you beg me, maybe I may be able to let you go." ”

"You're going to force me?" When Zhou Chen spoke, he pointed to the young man with a broken arm who was trampled on his head by Hanna's feet next to him, and said, "If I give him something good, and then the two of you are locked up together, I don't know what will happen?" ”

"Hehe, he's my husband, I'm really not afraid of you using that trick." Leng Chuyan sneered, and a look of disdain shot out of her eyes.

Zhou Chen touched his nose, he really didn't expect that this guy was actually her husband, his eyes rolled suddenly, and said: "Since this is the case, then I have to learn the tricks I used to treat those women." ”

After he said this, Leng Chuyan's face changed instantly, and even Zhou Chen himself was a little too perverted, since the last time he was in Xuanyuan Jitian's house, he used this to get a miraculous physical punishment during the interrogation.

"What are you going to do?" The young man whose arm was cut off by Zhou Chen's sword struggled on the ground excitedly, and said loudly: "As long as you let Yan'er go, I will say anything." ”

"Haha." Zhou Chen laughed and slashed at Leng Chuyan's head with a knife, and suddenly her head tilted and the whole person fainted, and then came to the young man with a smile like a night owl, and said, "Say, what is the Pope here for?" ”

"You let her go first."

"No, no, are you qualified to negotiate terms with me now? But I can guarantee that if you say it, I'll let you all go. Zhou Chen shook his head.

"How can I believe what you say?" The young man didn't believe what Zhou Chen said at all.

"Then I'll give her to a few people." Zhou Chen touched his chin and looked at the young man on the ground with a pair of eyes like ghosts, and said, "You say, what will it be like to tie you to the side when the time comes?" ”

"You ......"

"Hehe, as long as you say it, the two of you will be able to leave, of course, this must be an afterthought." Zhou Chen smiled, which made the young man with the broken arm shudder as if he had seen Satan's smile, his face turned white as soon as he brushed the ground, and his eyes kept flashing a look of struggle.

In the end, he seemed to have made some decision, looked at Zhou Chen, and said: "Pope, he will come here in three days, I don't know what he came here for, the person who knows about this has been killed by you, and his purpose is in this place." ”

"Three days later? Come to this place? Zhou Chen touched his chin, if he really came here in three days, then he would have to wait here.

It's just, can you believe what this guy says? Besides, this pope must need someone to greet him when he comes here, one of these two old men was killed by himself, and the other was blown out in the head by a cold punch, and there will be no one here to pick him up, will it make him alert?

"Do you know what the Pope looks like?" Zhou Chen made up his mind to pay attention, that is, wait here, if this pope becomes vigilant and goes to other places, it will be helpless.

If you know his face, then you can have an understanding of the Pope, maybe who knows him?

"The Pope hasn't seen it, but I've heard his voice, and every time the Pope comes over, he comes at night, and when he meets us, he also stands in the dark and talks, and we don't know what he looks like." The young man said with some weakness.

"Every time he comes, will your people pick him up at the airport?"

"No, it won't." The young man shook his head and said, "Every time the Pope comes, he is extremely low-key, and when he comes back, he comes to the door. ”

"Hehe, then you can sleep for a while." Zhou Chen said, a knife slashed at the young man's neck, and under the stunned eyes of the young man, his head tilted and fainted.

"Brother Chen, what should you do with these people?" Han walked over, only a few people who had passed out on the ground.

"Tie it up." Zhou Chen stood up from the ground as he spoke, twisted his neck and made a creaking sound, where he stood with his waist crossed for a while, and then said to Han again: "After dealing with it, find a place to sleep by yourself." ”

Zhou Chen said and strode towards the door, he thought that he should go to Xuanyuan Ji Tian to discuss this matter, but when he went out and saw Xuanyuan Ji Tian squatting on the side of the road smoking, Xuanyuan Ji Tian was squeezing his eyebrows at him.