Jian Chen's complexion changed slightly, and his originally dull gaze also became sharp with Gan Hou's words. Although his current strength is still too weak, this does not mean that Jian Chen is afraid of something. man of.
Jian Chen slowly put down the chopsticks, his lips trembled slightly, and said in a low tone: "Just a few of you are not qualified to occupy my table."
Hearing this, the expression on Ganhou's face was stunned at first, but after that, there was a sneer on his face. He stared at Jian Chen with gloomy eyes, and the strong murderous intent in his eyes leaked out without concealment. If Jian Chen really didn't know it. He didn't mind taking action to abolish him. From his point of view, Jian Chen's weak figure and his age did not make him look like a powerful warrior.
"Boy, since you don't know how to lift up, then let Brother Gan Hou come to teach you a good lesson and let you have a long memory." After speaking, Gan Hou slapped Jian Chen's face with a slap. When he arrived, Jian Chen's hair was trembling slightly due to the violent palm wind, which shows that the slap from Gan Monkey is not light.
A cold light flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, he snorted coldly, grabbed a pair of chopsticks in his right hand, and slammed it into the slap from the dry monkey at lightning speed.
Jian Chen's right hand was swung very fast, so fast that it was difficult to catch. Before Gan Hou could react, Jian Chen's right hand had already touched Gan Hou's slap. When they touched it, the chopsticks caught by Jian Chen in his right hand were like sharp iron thorns, easily piercing the dry monkey's palm and piercing it.
"Ah!" The severe pain from the palm of the hand caused the dry monkey to let out a scream mixed with pain. The sound was desolate and echoed throughout the restaurant, so that everyone could hear it clearly.
Immediately, there were a lot of light-hearted voices in the restaurant. This result was obviously in stark contrast to what they had in mind, causing everyone in the restaurant to cast an unexpected glance at Jian Chen. When the people who saw Jian Chen actually pierced the palm of the dry monkey with a chopstick, his face suddenly became solemn, and then the eyes that looked at Jian Chen also changed slightly, and there were many eyes. All with deep shock.
What kind of strength is required to pierce the palm with only one wooden chopstick, at least none of them can do this.
After piercing Gan Monkey's palm with his chopsticks, Jian Chen's right leg also kicked out suddenly, kicked hard on Gan Monkey's chest, and directly kicked Gan Monkey's thin body three meters away. Only when he stepped over a dining table, he fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
The few mercenaries sitting at the table immediately left this place, for fear of being affected. Although Jian Chen doesn't seem to be very old, the strength he has shown at this moment and his ruthless means have deterred the restaurant. Many of them, the few mercenaries who were sitting at this table, naturally wouldn't turn their backs on Jian Chen for such a trivial matter.
Seeing the dry monkey's end, the four mercenaries who came with the dry monkey were obviously sluggish for a while, but they recovered immediately, each staring at Jian Chen, their eyes full of killing intent.
"You dare to do something to the people of our desert mercenary group, you are impatient." A young man's face was full of anger, and he said angrily to Jian Chen. Before he finished speaking, a giant sword suddenly appeared in his hand. , waving his hand and stabbing towards Jian Chen.
There was an imperceptible sneer at the corner of Jian Chen's mouth, and then he snorted softly, and a silver-white slender divine sword appeared in his hand in an instant. On the surface of the sword near the hilt, the word "Light Wind" was engraved.
Qingfengjian, the divine sword used by Jianchen in his previous life, the personal saber of a generation of Jianchen, also has a very big reputation in the arena, and almost everyone who practices martial arts knows about it. When he reincarnated into this different world in this life, the sword Jian Chen used was still called Qingfeng, and the shape of the Qingfeng sword was the same as the Qingfeng sword he used in his previous life. How deep is the feeling for the sword.
As soon as the Qingfeng Sword appeared, it turned into a silver-white lightning under the control of Jian Chen, stabbing towards the young man at an incredible speed, and finally came first, and the giant sword in the young man's hand had just arrived halfway. During the journey, the Qingfeng Sword appeared like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of his throat, and stayed there steadily, and the tip of the sword had pierced the thin outermost layer of the young man's throat. A little bit of Yin Hong appeared in the show, and the clean one appeared in the sight of everyone.
Feeling a slight pain from the throat, the young man's face changed greatly, and he became pale as paper in an instant, without a trace of blood, and a drop of cold sweat was squeezed from the forehead, and in the blink of an eye, it was covered with The entire forehead, and the giant sword swung out from his hand, also stopped abruptly in mid-air under his vigorous control, and the body also maintained the posture of waving the sword, daring not to move at all, the young man's appearance at the moment , it seemed as if it was imprisoned by a mysterious force.
Looking at the silver-white long sword that appeared in front of the young man's throat at an unknown time, the originally noisy restaurant instantly fell into a strange silence. On the silver-white Qingfeng sword, and in his eyes, there were expressions of disbelief and disbelief.
As for how the sword got to the throat of the young man, only a few two or three people in the restaurant could vaguely catch a shadow. Flickering away, the speed is fast to the extreme white light.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and after a while, the sound of gasping for air rang out in the quiet restaurant. At this moment, everyone in the restaurant looked at Jian Chen with deep shock.
As for the young man who was held by Jian Chen's sword against his throat, he didn't dare to move at the moment, as if he was afraid that if he moved, the sword would pierce his throat.
"This little brother, please be merciful. We are members of the desert mercenary group. This matter is our fault, and I hope you will let our companions go." At this time, a middle-aged man said with a very strong tone. The relaxation, even the expression on his face, is a sincere look.
Hearing this, Jian Chen glanced slightly, glanced at the middle-aged man, hesitated for a while, then slowly put down the Qingfeng sword in his hand, and said coldly: "Go away!"
Hearing these words, an angry look flashed in the eyes of the young man who was pointed at his throat by Jian Chen, but he, who had just escaped the catastrophe, did not dare to say anything at this moment.
When the Qingfeng Sword disappeared from his hand, Jian Chen glanced at a few people coldly, and immediately took out a gold coin from the space to be kept on the table, and said in a flat tone: "Little Er, check out!" Immediately, Jian Chen walked directly outside the restaurant.
After such a thing happened, Jian Chen didn't have the heart to stay here any longer, and after eating and drinking just now, his stomach was already full.
Then, just before Jian Chen took a few steps, the middle-aged man who spoke to Jian Chen to make peace flashed a fierce murderous aura, and then looked at the other three, and they nodded slightly at the same time, then , the four of them seemed to have already negotiated a long time ago, a weapon appeared in each of their hands, and from different directions, they attacked the key points of Jian Chen's body at the same time.
Feeling the movement from behind, Jian Chen's eyes froze, strong killing intent flashed from his eyes, and then his body swayed slightly, just as a few weapons from behind were about to hit him, Jian Chen His body has already crossed a distance of two meters at a very fast speed, just dodging the attack range of several weapons behind him. At the same time, the silver light wind sword suddenly appeared on his right hand, and Jian Chen suddenly turned around. , facing the four of them, stepping out with one foot to narrow the distance between himself and the four of them, his right arm suddenly shook, driving Qingfengjian to stab the nearest middle-aged man at a very fast speed .
As a flash of white light like lightning flashed away, the Qingfeng Sword approached the middle-aged man's body in an instant, and stabbed towards his throat quickly.
This middle-aged man's strength is obviously not weak, at least much stronger than the previous young man. Seeing the direction of Jian Chen's Qingfeng sword, the middle-aged man's face suddenly became dignified, and he immediately said what he wanted. With the fastest speed he could reach, he retracted the great sword that was cut out, and the rung was in front of his throat.
"Ding!"
Just when the middle-aged man had just finished this action, the tip of the Qingfeng Sword had already stabbed the palm-width side of the giant sword. A faint trace has appeared.
The sword was blocked, and Jian Chen's face showed a sneering look, and then a flash of light flashed in his eyes. The next moment, a hazy sword light suddenly erupted from Qingfengjian's sword. Although it was not powerful, it was hidden in The sharpness in it was felt by many people in the restaurant. Then, Jian Chen kicked the ground with his feet and twisted his body at the same time. The light wind sword was also driven by Jian Chen's rapidly rotating body, and it started to rotate rapidly like an electric switch. At the tip of the sword, the sharp sword energy was even more powerful.
"Fizz!"
With an unusually unpleasant sound resounding throughout the restaurant, under the rapid rotation of the Qingfeng Sword like an electric machine, the strong piercing force directly drilled a two-finger width on the middle-aged man's giant sword. The hole, and then the Qingfeng sword, like a broken bamboo, continued to penetrate the hole, and finally pierced his throat deeply under the horrified and unbelievable gaze of the middle-aged man.
The toes landed lightly, and Jian Chen's movements seemed to be calm and unrestrained. He immediately pulled out the Qingfeng sword that pierced the middle-aged man's throat. The movement didn't stop for a moment. It turned into a silver-white lightning again, stabbing towards the young man who had attacked him earlier.
"puff!"
Facing Jian Chen's extremely fast sword, this young man, who was much weaker than the previous middle-aged man, had no resistance at all. Before he could react at all, the Qingfeng sword had already stabbed. It entered his throat, and immediately, bright red blood gushed out.
In just one breathless time, Jian Chen had successfully killed the other two at lightning speed. This kind of speed made everyone in the restaurant feel unbelievable.
After killing the two of them, Jian Chen's expression did not change at all, then his eyes turned to the remaining two, and the Qingfeng Sword suddenly trembled in his hand, but just as he was about to attack the remaining two, he did not want the two of them. He actually took back the holy soldiers, and at the same time knelt down and kept kowtowing, shouting: "Master, spare your life, master, please don't kill us, we will never dare to do anything to heroes in the future."