Connor, who was sitting on the ground, slowly opened his eyes and said calmly:

"Since it's an invasion, it's a villain! How many of them are there? ”

"The six of them seem to be all energy cultivators." Lan Xiang replied lightly.

Connor sneered when he heard this, but there were only six of them. Like that kind of high-level samurai will not sneak in, they will only attack directly, how can King Yeta resist the attack of high-level samurai. Thinking about it, Connor said to Lan Xiang:

"Now that they're here, there's no need to go to such trouble for them to continue cracking the security system. Just open the security system and let them in! ”

Lan Xiang listened, just responded casually, and disappeared silently.

Outside the villa security prohibition, the man in black who was operating two devices to crack the security system suddenly shrank his pupils and said in a somewhat incredible tone:

"It worked!"

The other said the same thing with the same surprise. Obviously, this was beyond their expectations, how could a security system be easily crackable.

The group of men in black glanced at each other, and one of them said decisively in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"Forward!"

Presumably, this person should be the commander of this group of men in black. As soon as he finished speaking, he first stepped towards the villa. The others just glanced at each other and followed. The two black-clothed men who operated the equipment did not want to put away the two pieces of equipment when they left, and followed closely with an iron box in one hand and a short knife in the other. Actions like this, they don't do it once or twice. What's more, the information they learned was that the owner of this place was only a beginner in primary energy. For them, it's like killing chickens with a knife.

As soon as they approached the villa, they found that something was wrong, there was still a security system in the entire villa, and any prohibition seemed to have been closed. How can this not arouse suspicion among these outlaws.

"Commander, the situation seems to be bad, do you have to change your plans?" A man in black looked around and whispered in a cautious voice.

"Humph! To change the plan is to retreat, this place is just a junior samurai, and a low-level samurai like him is not worthy of non-material at all. The commander sarcastically voiced in a hoarse voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the void at his side with his palm, and a long knife with a narrow back appeared in his hand, this knife was black and shiny all over, and it looked very extraordinary. At the same time, several other samurai moved their palms, and they also had an extra weapon.

Only the two men in black with their devices did not make such a move, and it seemed that they were the two of them who had the lowest strength in the group.

"Let's go!" The commander waved his hand forward and said coldly.

It was only a few steps before they appeared in the lobby of the villa. The hall was brightly lit and elegantly furnished, so that at first glance, they would not realize that they had entered a mansion. A burning jealousy and vicious heart ignited in the hearts of each of them, and they were determined not to dissect the corpse of the master of this place!

While they were still looking around, they were about to go upstairs and search every room. "Pap, papa, papa" A crisp applause echoed in the hall, and everyone's mental strength condensed, sweeping away the surroundings, and they looked for the location of the sound source in surprise.

"Comrades have worked hard, and the people will not forget you, you are the pride of a generation. The government will always remember your outstanding contributions to history. At the railing on the second floor, Connor appeared silently, speaking in a sarcastic voice.

"You're a high-ranking samurai?" The commander said hoarsely.

At the same time, several cold spiritual powers rolled over Connor's body, and Connor wanted to use his mental power to resist as well, but after thinking that his spiritual power was not enough, he gave up.

The commander, as the most powerful mid-level samurai here, didn't even see how this person appeared, and he was amazed, but when the spiritual power swept over his body, he found that there was only a faint trace of energy in his body, and this trace of energy could even be ignored.

"It's not important whether the high-ranking samurai is, but it's important to know who is behind the scenes? You can't just find one on a whim and sneak in, right? Connor asked lightly after glancing at the two men in black who were carrying iron boxes.

The two of them were looked at by Connor like this, and they didn't know whether they were afraid or why, so they unconsciously took a step back.

The corners of Connor's mouth twitched, and he continued coldly:

"As long as you tell me who you are behind the scenes, I, O. Connor Nisa, will vouch for my personality and leave you with a corpse!"

"Whole corpses? Hmph, Your Excellency's tone is too big, I don't know if Your Excellency can leave a whole corpse! The commander of the man in black also said coldly, and the narrow-backed long knife in his hand tightened, and he jumped towards the second floor where Connor was standing.

This person is worthy of being the commander of this team, and looking at his quick and ruthless posture, he knows that he is not an easy character to deal with! The others saw this, and rushed to the second floor with weapons in their hands. Only the two men with the iron box took two steps back, the two of them were the weakest of the depositors here, their task was only to crack the security system, if they had a choice, the two of them would not enter the villa, but remained on the locomotive.

"Alas! How sad it is to live! A faint sigh came from Connor's mouth, and at the same time, his body dissipated like foam.

At the same time, Connor appeared on a chair in the hall holding the moon in his hand. He picked up a cup and wanted to take a sip of tea, only to realize that it had been brewed a few days ago. He shook his head and got up to glance at the men in black who were rushing towards the stairs on the second floor.

I saw that the bodies of these black-clothed men were all frozen, like statues, maintaining a posture. They rushed down the stairs with a long sword, or a dagger in their hand, and the weapons they used were different, but now they were motionless.

With a "flutter", the flying commander fell from the air like a broken line of wind before he could get close to the railing on the second floor. The moment it hit the ground, a black cloth covered the skull and rolled down, and blood spurted out of the broken neck like a fountain.

These are not the end, those black-clothed people who rushed to the second floor, including the two people with iron boxes, also fell silently at the same time. Blood gushed from their headless bodies, and their bodies were like springs of five blood-colored fountains.

The hall was filled with a thick smell of blood, and Connor could even faintly hear the splattering of the headless corpses in pools of blood. It's not water, it's blood, and the amount of blood in the bodies of six people is enough to cover the entire hall with a layer of blood.

Connor walked over to the Commander's corpse, and as soon as they entered, he was the only one who spoke to him, and Connor knew that this man was supposed to be the commander of the group.

He grabbed the hood from the commander's head, and the man's face was not particularly unusual, with a pair of pale blue eyes wide open and a look of disbelief. It seems that until he died, he didn't know how he died!

Connor didn't care what the expression of the head was, the dead man's expression didn't matter to him. He picked up the hood and inlaid a tiny fingernail-sized piece of metal sequins in the middle of the hood's forehead.

Connor said coldly at the sequins with an expressionless face:

"Whoever you are, please don't make the same stupid mistake again!"