Chapter 43 Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect
"That's right, I, Chen Tianjun, have always been brave. If I don't have this courage, how dare I guard the border, wrap my body around, and use my life to protect the kind people." Chen Tianjun smiled slightly and said calmly.
"Everyone of the Killing Legion is a strong man, and every one is bold and arrogant. Unfortunately, while we protect the kind people, we also protect you, the group of miscellaneous people. Today, my king is here to collect garbage. If you don't commit suicide soon, do you want to disrespect the king?" Lei Tianbao said with a crazy smile.
"The Killing God Legion is nothing. In front of our aristocratic clan, it is just a group of watchdogs." The old man who spoke also took one step, only three steps away from Shen Tianjun.
"Damn it!"
Lei Tianbao was completely angry. No matter what the old man said just now, he had never been really angry. But at this moment, he seemed to have turned into an erupting volcano. For a warrior, the brilliance of the God of Killing Legion shone for thousands of miles and would never be desecrated.
Those who blaspheme the Killing Legion will die!
"Boom boom boom!"
Lei Tianbao suddenly made a move, and the muscles on his arms burst, and they became thicker in an instant. He stomped the ground fiercely. The stone slabs on the ground were broken and the stones rose. With just two puffs, the two innate ten-grade masters who were standing beside the old man were eager to try, were suddenly penetrated by two small stones, and fell straight to the ground.
Then Lei Tianbao's figure quickly disappeared, and the next second suddenly appeared in front of the old man who said rudely. Without waiting for the old man to react, a finger had already poked his eyebrows, and there was only a click.
The old man's forehead was covered with no scars, not even a red color, but a big hole suddenly exploded on the back of his head, and a mass of flesh, brain, and bones sprayed backwards like a blowout. In the shocked expressions of everyone, he fell straight to the ground.
"Chen Qinglong, aren't you taking action yet?"
At this time, in addition to the corpses lying on the ground, at least thirty or forty bodyguards and masters stood in the Qian family's yard. Their expressions were astonished, their eyes were frozen, their mouths were wide open, and they all showed unbelievable expressions. The chill of death rose from everyone's heart.
At this moment, Qian Wuwei, the head of the Qian family, suddenly stepped out with great strides. He was a very tall middle-aged man, almost as if he was a tiger back and a bear. Judging from his posture, he should be an external master. In fact, he has indeed practiced the skills within the iron sand palm.
And just after his shout, there were clanging footsteps coming from the front, back and left and right of the yard.
Twenty, thirty, fifty, one hundred, three hundred—
In less than two minutes, the entire yard was filled with live ammunition. Gunners in camouflage uniforms counted more than 500 people. These people looked well-trained and were by no means ordinary bodyguards. Even their running movements were uniform.
"No wonder I'm so confident and dare to fight against me. It turns out that I've prepared to get rid of people in advance. These people are all mercenaries you have found. Very good. As a soldier, I hate such soldiers the most. Today, you guys don't want to leave alive."
Rows of muzzles were aimed at Chen Tianjun, but Chen Tianjun just smiled, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.
Chen Tianjun's words were like thunder, resounding throughout the audience, with a cold tone, deep into the bone marrow, majestic, shocking people's eardrums hurt, resounding deep in the souls of every mercenary. A total of 500 gunmen actually lowered their heads in front of this demon god who looked down on all living beings.
The God of War has a scale, and he will die if he touches it. If he blasphemes the warrior, he will be punished by heaven!
Qian Wuwei laughed loudly: "Jun Chen Tianjun, even if you are the king of the North, you are just a flesh and blood body. You are ridiculous and you dare to notify me in advance if you want to kill someone. These days, our five major families are recruiting soldiers and have accumulated enough power to destroy you. Do you know him?"
"My name is Chen Qinglong!" A tall and thin man in camouflage uniform with small eyes and black face walked out of Qian Wuwei: "I am the boss of the Destroyer Mercenary Group. Sorry, we collected Mr. Qian for 500 million and we will kill you today. Go and die."
"In this world, I am the only one who kills people, and no one can kill me. Do you believe it?"
"Hahahaha, you're bragging when you die. If you can kill 500 people by yourself, then you are a god. Damn, unless you brag to blow them all to death!" Qian Wuwei's second son Qian laughed wildly.
"Then you will be the first to die!"
"Qian Wuwei, please carefully see how your second son died. After all, you spent 500 million yuan. The tickets for this movie are a bit expensive!" Chen Tianjun glanced at the audience with his eyes and took a step forward. The air around him suddenly contracted sharply, and the temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees.
"The wrath of the king, the mountains and rivers change color, the wrath of the god of war, no grass grows!" Chen Tianao took another step forward, and the sound of footsteps seemed to hit everyone's chest, making the gunmen feel stuffy in their chests and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
What power is this?
What kind of momentum is this?
What kind of pressure is this?
Chen Qinglong's face suddenly changed drastically, and he suddenly realized that Chen Tianjun was not talking casually. He had the spiritual power that shattered people's minds. If he exerted this power with all his strength, then the 500 mercenaries under his command might all be squirting blood without taking action.
"Can't wait any longer, shoot, shoot, kill him."
"Crack, crackle!"
The bullets danced wildly, and the fires splashed, dense bullets, like rainy rain, immediately shot from all directions of Shen Tianjun.
It's no exaggeration to say that it's even more dense than a downpour. At this moment, Chen Tianjun's body seemed to suddenly disappear. At such a short distance, all the gunmen lost their targets, and their eyes were covered by a blue mist. I don't know what was going on.
But they did not stop shooting because of this. These people already knew very well what kind of monster the other party was. If the boss Chen Qinglong did not order the stop, they would never stop. Moreover, they had prepared for three days, and some bullets were replaced at will, and even if they had been to make an hour, it would be fine.
The crazy bullets swept the walls and powdered the ground. Some people even injured their species, but were actually cut off by dense bullets. The horror at the scene was evident.
"If you want to die first, you want to die first. Qian Wuwei, then your son's upper body!" A strange smile suddenly came from the smoke of gunpowder. The upper part of the body, which was just broken into two pieces by a bullet, was suddenly thrown into Qian Wuwei's arms.
"Son, son, you died so miserably. You killed my son. I asked you to kill Chen Tianjun. Hurry up and find him out." Qian Wuwei shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Don't look for it, I'm here!" At this moment, just as Chen Tianjun was standing, a circle of white sword light suddenly rose, like a tornado, connecting the sky and the earth, roaring towards the five hundred gunmen, and screaming endlessly.
The gun was broken, the body was broken, and even the bulletproof vest was rolled into pieces of steel by the tornado made of sword light, debris, forming an iron storm in the air, and finally dropped into the yard!
Chapter completed!