Facing Jianhe who was using all his strength from Ning Chen, the knight in front had no power to fight back.

In just an instant, he was carried by Jianhe and flew out, turning into pieces of flesh and blood in mid-air!

"open!"

Ning Chen spread out his right palm and pressed down hard.

The sword river spread instantly, turning into a rain of swords all over the sky, falling overwhelmingly!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Every small spiritual sword is packed with powerful power.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The strong man below was unable to withstand the attack of this small spiritual sword and was directly penetrated!

"Damn! What is this?"

"Why are my defenses useless?"

"Ahhh! My hand! My hand!"

Many people were seriously injured directly by the small spiritual sword, and for a while, wailing could be heard all over the place.

The strong men looked at the rain of swords in the sky, feeling extremely frightened in their hearts.

Who is this guy?

Why is there such a powerful force?!

All of them are strong men with strong reputations in the Netherlands, but in front of this rain of swords, they are like ordinary people with no strength.

Soon, after the rain of swords, there were only a few strong men left standing on the lawn.

Most of them were seriously injured and fell to the ground wailing and bleeding.

A few people either relied on their agility or rough skin to resist.

"Anyone else want to try?"

Ning Chen looked around with cold eyes.

Gulu...

The surviving strong men swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and their eyes filled with fear.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. In their eyes, Ning Chen was like a pure devil!

"No, not anymore..."

"You, if you want to go in... just go in..."

"We have realized our mistake, and we will not stop you anymore..."

The remaining people didn't dare to stop him at all, so they could only silently get out of the way and let Ning Chen enter the manor.

At the same time, in the villa, Robert and his son had opened a bottle of red wine, and melodious music was echoing in the air.

Robert held the red wine and his face flushed: "Father, Ning Chen is probably dead now, right?"

"He must be dead! Didn't you hear the wailing just now? That kid must be being tortured!"

Old Robert held the wine glass and laughed loudly.

The rest of the Robert family also gathered in the hall.

They already knew about Old Robert's plan, and they gathered here to congratulate Old Robert.

"Chief, our family is going to rise this time!"

"It must be thanks to the clan leader, otherwise we would have had a chance!"

"Haha, yes, thank you very much, patriarch!"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Old Robert was so proud that he quickly walked to the door and opened it.

"Hahaha, you have already killed that kid... is it you?!"

At the door of the room, Ning Chen's face with a faint smile appeared in front of everyone.

"Damn it! How did you get here?!"

When Robert saw Ning Chen, he suddenly looked crazy, with a look of horror on his face.

Ning Chen tilted his head, raised his eyebrows and said, "All the people you sent to stop me are dead, so I came naturally."

Hearing this, old Robert was so frightened that his hands shook, and the red wine glass suddenly fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Ning Chen glanced at him, strode into the living room, and sat down on the sofa in the center.
Chapter completed!