"Damn bastards! What are you idiots waiting for! Take action now!"

It wasn't until the moment when his head flew up that Wu Jianfei finally recovered and immediately shouted angrily to his subordinates.

"Come together! Kill him!"

A third-level warrior with a mohawk haircut shouted in an angry tone.

To be honest, he was shocked at first by Chen Jing's decisiveness in killing. With so many people here, he didn't need him to be the leader, so he was not in a hurry to join the battle immediately.

It was only when the boss issued the order angrily, and when he saw that Chen Jing had killed four people in a short period of time, and his arrogance as if they were nothing, that he finally got angry.

With shame and anger, he took the lead as the leader, and the others followed suit with sudden realization.

Chen Jing, who had just disemboweled a first-level warrior with a single blow, turned his head and saw the scene of a large army pressing down on the territory before him, and raised his slender and bushy eyebrows.

Ignoring the painful and desperate wails of the man next to him, he turned his wrist to retract the sword, and to everyone's surprise, he advanced instead of retreating, and faced the incoming army of warriors.

I saw that his originally loose trousers suddenly inflated like a balloon, and the muscles of his legs inside were as tight as marble.

The Six Military Postures - Step!

With a sudden exertion, a footprint about five centimeters thick was dug into the place where the shoe originally stood. Along with the sudden appearance of a burnt smell caused by friction and overheating in the air, the whole person moved as fast as electricity, towards the top of the team.

The third-level warrior in the front galloped away.

In the entire hall, except for the third-level warriors who could barely keep up with him, other first- and second-level warriors could not catch him in their retinas.

So fast!

These people were subconsciously shocked.

The leader who bore the brunt of the attack, the mohawk man who spoke first, was very surprised at the opponent's speed, but he was not afraid at all.

The thirty or so people following the other party in such a crazy manner were already doomed to die.

What he has to do at this moment is very simple, just block the opponent's first attack. With this relaxation time, the teammates behind him can quickly follow up to form a heavy siege. No matter how talented the opponent is, they can greet him.

The only thing left is death.

As for whether he could block the first blow, he had never thought about such a joke.

You must know that the opponent is only at the second level, and he is at the third level. Even if that person has extraordinary martial arts talent and can fight across levels, as someone who can give orders in a team of thirty people, including several third-level warriors, he

How could his strength be just an ordinary third level?

If he can't even take a single blow from the opponent, then his strength is really as good as a dog.

The mohawk man confidently held his long knife across his chest, waiting for Chen Jing to come and die.

As the only onlooker, Wu Jianfei also showed a relieved smile when he saw the scene in front of him. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he knew the strength of these people who had spent a lot of money to hire them. It was just based on paper.

Chen Jing is by no means a match for these people, not to mention that Chen Jing chose to go head-to-head against many without any reason, so the only chance he had was gone.

Seeing that the last person was about to die and was about to finish explaining to his son Wu Yiming, he was in a good mood and couldn't help but reach out and take out a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator next to him, wanting to drink it without caring about his health.

However, just when he turned around with the bottle in hand, thinking that drinking while admiring Chen Jing's corpse would be enough, an unexpected surprise suddenly appeared in front of him, making his face freeze instantly.

Chen Jing, who was the object of madness in everyone's eyes, did not have any crazy look in his eyes at this moment. On the contrary, his eyes were as calm as a deep ancient well, and he was exceptionally calm and rational.

After seeing the way the leader of the Mohawk man held the knife, he immediately guessed what the other person was thinking, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I saw the dragon's spine slightly bowed, his center of gravity shifted back and his body sank. Then he turned his wrist and held the sword backwards. The straight bright white blade was tilted behind, and he was killing the opponent with a sword-drawing posture.

Ten meters...eight meters...six meters.

As the distance between the two became closer and closer, Mohawk Man could already clearly see Chen Jing's expression.

There was no hysteria like he imagined that he would be in a desperate situation. Instead, he showed a very strange and inexplicable smile.

That means it should be a mockery, right?

To whom? To yourself?

wrong!

It seems...it's him.

A bad feeling suddenly emerged in the Mohawk man's heart, but he quickly suppressed it. Having experienced many battles, he knew that there was absolutely no room for anything strange at this time.

Even so, his palms were covered with cold sweat and he tightened the handle of the knife, as if the rough texture gave him great courage.

The distance is getting closer.

Five meters...four meters...three meters!

at this time!

Chen Jing's eyes burst out with bright light, and his figure shone suddenly closer under the mohawk man's disbelieving gaze, as if the distance no longer existed at all.

The mohawk man was caught off guard in an instant.

At the same time, the hand holding the knife also moved.

A brilliant sword light accompanied by the roaring sound of thunder squeezed into the mohawk man's field of vision without any warning, and before he could take a breath, it occupied all his sight.

too fast!

Everything happened so fast!

Whether it was Chen Jing's sudden increase in speed by more than half, or his unnatural sword strike, even though he was an enemy, Mohawk Man, who was also a warrior, had to be amazed by it.

He was so amazed that he had no time to react. He could only watch helplessly as the sword light quickly pierced his eyebrows. He went black for an instant and could never wake up again.

The powerful force not only pierced the mohawk man's eyebrows, but also messed up his insides.

When Chen Jing held the knife unchanged and continued to kill backwards through the mohawk man without any pause, the man's head suddenly exploded, as if there was a bomb inside, red, white, gray, and all kinds of flesh.

The foam sprayed in all directions, and many people were caught before they could dodge.

This was done deliberately by Chen Jing.

It's not that he's a pervert, but the impactful bloody scene created in this way is quite a shock to the enemy.

This is indeed the case.

Many people saw that the Mohawk Man, who was the temporary team leader, was killed by his opponent with just one blow, and his death was so violent and disgusting. Even though they had many lives in their hands, they still couldn't help but feel sad.

Trembling.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Jing quickly killed a second-level warrior behind Mohawk Man and continued to charge forward.

"Don't let him get away!"

Someone quickly reacted and ran towards him, shouting.

If they really let the other side gouge them from beginning to end, then what shame would a large group of them have to live with?

Suddenly, the team of warriors, which now numbered less than thirty people, seemed to share the same enemy.

However, reality once again played a trick on them.
Chapter completed!