Click!"

The elder's head tilted and rolled down from his neck. A large amount of blood gushed out of the headless corpse, and the blood stained the ground red. "Ah~" Suddenly, a scream of horror came from behind. Xu Chen turned around and looked. A team of people who came first stood a hundred meters away, with a look of horror on his face. "Great, Great Elder, Great Elder, is the Great Elder dead?"

Seeing the Great Elder's head rolling down with his own eyes has a great impact on this group of people. You must know that the Great Elder is the second-ranked figure of the Zhao family, and his strength is second only to the head of the family Zhao Heihu. Even the Great Elder died under the sword of the thief. Aren't they... "You are so fast that you come just right, and you will deal with you together."

Xu Chen looked at the Zhao family warrior who was stunned in fear, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent. He rushed forward with a few steps. With a clanging sound, the Qingchi sword was unsheathed. Before the Zhao family warrior reacted from the horror, he slashed out with a sword. A few puffs, the three corpses standing side by side separated, and three blood columns sprayed into the sky, like a blood-colored fountain. The other people were poured in blood, their bodies trembled, and they came back from their horror, but the one who greeted them was the Cold Sword. "Puffs puffs puffs!!!"

Several big heads were thrown up again. A team of seven people died in less than ten breaths under Xu Chen's slaughter. And in the gap where he killed the seven people in this team, people in other directions finally arrived one after another. After seeing the Zhao family warriors arrived one after another, Xu Chen had no intention of retreating. It was time for his grudges with the Zhao family to settle today. He exuded a bit of cold and harsh aura all over his body. At this moment, he seemed to kill the god, and his feet moved and took the initiative to meet the Zhao family warriors who came to hear the sound. "Die!"

With a low shout, Xu Chen jumped up, and the man was in mid-air. The sword in his hand was already raised high, and then he waved it suddenly. The thick sword energy roared and slashed hard at the Zhao family warrior who looked scared. "Boom!"

The earth cracked open. Cracks like spider webs spread out rapidly. All the Zhao family warriors shrouded under this sword were killed and turned into blood mist, and the corpses were gone. The domineering sword really shocked the Zhao family warriors in other directions, all of whom were pale and their bodies were shaking. "Today, you all are going to die!"

The affliction of being chased by the Zhao family warriors burst out. Xu Chen's face was as cold as a knife, his eyes were cold and murderous intent. In a flash, he rushed into the crowd, waved the sword in his hand, and quickly harvested fresh lives. At this moment, the Zhao family warriors could not walk a sword in Xu Chen's hands. They were harvested like weeds in Xu Chen's hands, falling down one after another. The flowing blood stained every inch of red, and within a few hundred meters, there was a pungent smell of blood, which made people sick. "Puff!"

With a sword, the Zhao family warriors who fled ten meters away were staggering and their upper body slowly slid down. Looking around, there was only a small number of Zhao family warriors who rushed over when they heard the sound. After realizing that Xu Chen was invincible, they wisely chose to escape, and all the others were buried here. The Zhao family died in his hands had more than 200 Zhao family warriors. He killed more than one move. The Zhao family is now seriously injured. Even if he stops now, the Zhao family will become a second-rate family in Liuguang City and no longer have the glory of the past. Will he stop there? No! Because the Zhao family leader is not dead!

From the day the Xu family was destroyed, his heart became extremely cold. Since it was an enemy, there was no reason to forgive. Little did he know that if the grass was cut, the roots would not be eradicated, and the spring breeze would have arisen again. He did not think that with his growth rate, the Zhao family would cause trouble to him, but he was upset to see a family that was hostile to him and wanted to kill him all the time. He was upset to see it. It was destroyed and save trouble... Liuguang City. Recently, rumors have spread in the city. Teahouses, restaurants, and places with a large population. People in groups of three or three gathered together and whispered something. "Eighty percent of the warriors of the Zhao family flocked into the Tianyuan Mountains, with heavy casualties, I don't know whether it was true or false."

"It's true."

“How to say it?”

"I am a friend of a warrior from the Zhao family. I drank with him yesterday. My friend accidentally missed a sentence. The warrior from the Zhao family entered the Tianyuan Mountains and was siegeing and killing a murderer and a murderer who killed the young master of the Zhao family. But the murderer was also a cruel person. Under the siege of the Zhao family warrior, he not only did not bring him to justice, but instead caused considerable losses to the Zhao family."

"Hiss~" "What you said is true?"

"The young master of the Zhao family died?"

"The young master of the Zhao family is dead, don't you be angry?"

"What I said is true. Not only the young master of the Zhao family, but a few elders of the Zhao family died..." In the restaurant, diners sat in a group and whispered. Not far away, a boy in black was alone, sitting at a table in the corner, siping dishes and wine, drinking by himself, not at all interested in the discussions of the people not far away. Suddenly, a moment of restlessness came from outside the store. Everyone looked up. He saw a panic-looking man stumbled across the street at the entrance of the restaurant. While running, he murmured madly, "Die, all dead..." Everyone looked at each other. A diner frowned and said, "That person looks so familiar, it seems that he has seen it somewhere."

Another diner thought for a while and said, "I remember that he is Zhao Tie, a member of the Zhao family. Why is he like this? It seems like he has encountered something terrible."

"I seemed to hear him say he was dead, all died. Who was dead? Could it be..." a diner with a sharp hearing interrupted. Everyone's face changed. They all thought of a terrible possibility. "Go and go and have a look."

A diner sets off immediately. "Where are you going?"

Some people didn't react and saw someone getting up and wanting to leave, they asked in confusion. "Go to the Zhao family."

Most of the diners in the hotel instantly left. The boy sitting alone in the corner also wiped his mouth at this moment, leaving a few spirit stones, and got up and left... Zhao Heihuteng stood up, looking surprised, "What?"

He stared at the people under the hall, "Say it again."

"The head of the family, the elders and the others are dead, they are all dead..." The people in the audience rang out in a crying voice. "How could it be?"

Zhao Heihu still didn't want to believe it. Because the warriors in the clan entered the Tianyuan Mountains, and the family was empty, and other forces in Liuguang City were ready to move. After learning the news, he immediately handed over the full authority of the encirclement and suppression of Xu Chen to the Great Elder, and he returned to the family overnight to shock the little girl. But it was only two days after he came back. The Great Elder and the warriors in the clan died tragically? If the news is true, wouldn't the Zhao family be hurt? Other forces in Liuguang City will inevitably get hurt after learning about this. The people in the audience were scared by Xu Chen and urged him urgently, "Master, escape quickly, the thief will not let us go, he will definitely come."

Zhao Heihu slapped the table suddenly, hatred burning in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "If he dares to come, I will use his head to pay tribute to the ghosts of the dead in the clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, "Puff!"

A muffled sound came. Zhao Heihu looked up and saw the people below the stage bleeding, their faces were frozen, and with a bang, his body fell heavily. He was stunned. Then he looked at the young man who appeared at the door at some point. Xu Chen stared at Zhao Heihu and said lightly: "I heard that you are going to use my head to pay tribute to the ghosts, so I'm here."

Zhao Heihu also saw Xu Chen's portrait and recognized at first glance that the latter was the murderer who killed his son and his clan. The enemy was particularly jealous when they met. Zhao Heihu's eyes were so bitter. As soon as he got the news of the death of a group of warriors in the family, the murderer took the initiative to come to the door. How could he not be angry? How could he remain calm?
Chapter completed!