"Chen Xuan, don't be too arrogant. Now the Secret Service has arrived. You will pay the price for your arrogance."
"Chen Xuan, if you want us to kowtow to you, you are fucking dreaming."
"Damn it, are you really a place where you can run wild as you please?
This is at the feet of the Emperor, you ignorant country bumpkin!"
Seeing the people from the Secret Service arriving, Xie Ying, Gu Tong and hundreds of other aristocratic family members gained confidence again. They all looked at Chen Xuan with cold expressions. They didn't believe that Chen Xuan dared to be arrogant in front of the Secret Service.
"Now Donglin War God may be in trouble. Although Donglin War God doesn't even pay attention to the royal family, but now he is facing a state machine. It is impossible for him to dare to act recklessly when facing the Secret Service, right?"
"Yes, the energy behind the children of these aristocratic families is intertwined in the city of God. There are people in every system. Once they use their network, it will be very scary!"
The passers-by around were talking a lot.
"Very good..." Chen Xuan held the Shura knife tightly and said with cold eyes; "Since you won't kneel down, let me talk to you with this knife in my hand."
"Chen Xuan, how dare you!"
Xie Ying, Gu Tong and others were shocked and angry.
"Stop, put down your weapons."
At this time, several members of the Secret Service had already rushed over and hurriedly took out their firearms and pointed them at Chen Xuan.
Lin Zhongliang was already sweating profusely. After receiving a call from this group of second-generation ancestors saying that Wang Chuang had an arm twisted off, he almost had a heart attack and hurriedly brought people over in person.
Seeing Chen Xuan being pointed at a black hole with a gun, Xie Ying, Gu Tong and other members of the aristocratic family finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Chuang, who had no face to see anyone, was lying on the ground and wailing. He didn't know where he got the strength. He stood up and shouted crazily: "Lin Zhongliang, shoot him, I want him dead."
No burial place.”
Looking at Wang Chuang who had already broken an arm, Lin Zhongliang's heart froze!
It's over, something big has happened now!
Looking at Chen Xuan who was holding a Shura sword and looking calm, Lin Zhong admired him in his heart and had to pull the safety button immediately and said: "Little brother, you have violated the law. Now put down your weapon and surrender, otherwise I will
Right to shoot."
"What if I don't let go?"
Chen Xuan had a fierce look on his face, just trying to hurt him, the Dongling God of War, with a few broken guns?
"Xuanzi, they represent the Secret Service, not those second-generation ancestors."
Han Chong reminded Chen Xuan that as an official/second generation official, he knew very well what the consequences would be if he fought against the power of the country.
"Hmph, what a bold ant, how dare you act so arrogantly in the capital of God!"
At this time, a vehicle with a special license plate drove here, and what got off was an old man who looked to be over sixty years old, followed by an iron tower-like figure behind him.
Seeing this person arriving, Wang Chuang even shouted crazily: "Uncle Fu, take this bastard down. I will cut off his flesh piece by piece and feed it to the dogs."
"The chief steward of the Wang family has arrived!"
Xie Ying, Gu Tong and others all looked at the old man. He was a close confidant of Mr. Wang and was known as a master in the field.
Looking at Wang Chuang, who was covering his broken arm with a painful and ferocious expression, Uncle Fu looked at Chen Xuan coldly and said, "Little beast, you are dead! Didn't you hear what the young master said?"
Take this one!"
As the voice fell, the figure like an iron tower behind him suddenly rushed toward Chen Xuan.
"court death!"
Chen Xuan took a step forward and struck down with his sword.
This was Chen Xuan's angry sword strike. Although the figure like an iron tower was already in the Qiankun realm, it was still chopped away by Chen Xuan's sword blow.
Seeing this, Uncle Fu was shocked. This was the retired soldier king of the Imperial Guard. He couldn't even catch the young man's sword.
"How brave!"
Uncle Fu was so angry that he personally took action and used all his strength to attack Chen Xuan. A simple but extremely lethal backer attacked Chen Xuan. It was so powerful and heavy that once it was hit, all the bones in the body of the weakest person would be broken.
Or he will die on the spot!
However, Chen Xuan did not retreat at all. He only saw him taking a step forward: "Old man, you want to hurt me?"
In an instant, Chen Xuan displayed the Dragon God Domain and enveloped Uncle Fu. The opponent was a strong man in the Open Heaven Realm, so Chen Xuan naturally did not dare to ignore him.
Being shrouded by Chen Xuan's Dragon God Domain, Uncle Fu only felt that his power was being suppressed like never before. This change shocked him, but before he could think about it, Chen Xuan's fist had already hit him hard.
physically.
boom!
Uncle Fu felt as if he was struck by lightning, his old body retreated repeatedly, and blood vomited from his mouth.
Seeing this scene, the children of the surrounding aristocratic families were horrified, and Wang Chuang felt as if he had seen a ghost. Uncle Fu was known as a master in the family, and he was also ranked among the strongest in the Wang family, but facing that madman
To be so vulnerable.
Lin Zhong was shocked. Who is this young man?
He actually has such great strength.
"Director, he seems to be Chen Xuan, the Dongling God of War in the south."
A member of the Secret Service alerted Lin Zhongliang.
Hearing this, Lin Zhong's conscience was shocked again, it turned out to be him. This person was a real lunatic who dared to provoke even the royal family. No wonder even the Demon King Wang Chuang didn't pay attention to him.
"waste!"
Chen Xuan's eyes were cold.
Hearing this, Uncle Fu spat out a mouthful of blood again. He was considered the number one figure in the city of God, but now he was so humiliated by a junior.
He said to Lin Zhongliang with a pale face, "Director Lin, this man is committing murder on the street. What are you waiting for? Capture him!"
Hearing this, Lin Zhongliang was about to take action. At this time, the rapid ringtone of his mobile phone came. Lin Zhongliang took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and immediately answered: "Minister!"
He didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, but he straightened his body and said, "Yes!"
After finishing speaking, Lin Zhongliang waved his hand and said, "Close the team!"
Seeing Lin Zhongliang leading people away like this, everyone was stunned.
"What's going on? What is Lin Zhongliang doing?"
The children of the aristocratic families present looked confused.
A terrifying cold light flashed in Fu Bo's eyes.
Chen Xuan smiled playfully, and saw that he suddenly opened his big hand, sucked Wang Chuang over, and then smashed it on the street. He ignored Wang Chuang's screams, and Chen Xuan stepped on him with one foot.
The body is like stepping on a dog.
"Boy, you really want to die, let me go!"
Fu Bo's eyes were cold.
The children of the surrounding aristocratic families all trembled in their hearts.
"Humph, old man, if you dare to say one more word, do you believe I will chop off his head right now?"
As he spoke, Chen Xuan placed the Shura knife on Wang Chuang's neck.
"You..." Uncle Fu's body was full of crazy killing intent, but Wang Chuang's life was still in Chen Xuan's hands, and he didn't dare to mess around at all.
"Now, it's your turn!"
Chen Xuan looked at the group of disciples from aristocratic families again, and said with a murderous look on his face: "I'll give you three seconds. If anyone doesn't kneel down and kowtow, I will take his life for the Lord of Hell. Fatty, time the clock."
.”
"Okay."
Han Chong grinned.
The children of the aristocratic family present only felt an endless fear coming over them. At this moment, they had no doubt that this madman did not dare to kill them.
The other party dared to twist off Wang Chuang's hand and did not take the masters of the Wang family into consideration. Now they trampled Wang Chuang under their feet like a dog. How could they not dare to kill them?
"three two……"
There was a thud, and then, one after another, all the figures knelt down in the street.
