The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 881 This Sword Is Called Fan Cage

In the manor!

Wang Chen has been sitting cross-legged under the big tree for more than ten minutes.

At this moment, around him, there are still several people wearing moon-white robes or white robes.

Each of them was killed with one blow, and there was a thin line of blood at their throats.

Taking out a cigarette from his pocket, Wang Chen looked at the long sword on his knee, his eyes changing from time to time.

My own sword... why does it seem to be a little strange.

Unexpectedly... there is no hostility at all, but it has a detached taste when used.

"Damn it."

Whispering in a low voice, Wang Chen looked towards the main hall with both eyes, seeing that the door of the main hall was still tightly closed, Wang Chen couldn't help but howl.

That old guy's female apprentice is really extraordinary, at this time, she is still playing games with that old guy.

But it's normal to think about it. The strength that woman showed last time is extraordinary. I don't believe that a person like her will keep standing still.

Coughing twice, Wang Chen slowly stood up and walked towards the outside of the manor.

He felt that there was no need for him to stay in this manor anymore.

Because my goal has almost been achieved. Although my control of the sword is not as good as when I used the long sword before, at least I can use it.

There was even a small accident, at least he realized half of the sword move.

What will happen here next, Wang Chen doesn't care at all.

I still wait quietly for two days, no, it should be the succession of the Six Emperors in one day.

Believe that that day is the busiest time.

When he was about to walk out of the manor, Wang Chen stopped suddenly, his brows furrowed deeply.

Glancing around twice, Wang Chen's eyes were filled with coldness and disgust, and he whispered: "It's really annoying!"

As soon as Wang Chen's voice fell, several people suddenly appeared and surrounded Wang Chen.

Most of these people were wearing moon-white robes, with a pattern of a half moon on the back of the robes.

The other three, wearing yellow robes, looked like triplets.

Although they looked six or seventy years old, they did not give people a kind feeling, but a very sinister feeling.

Wang Chen's gaze didn't focus on the people who had been organized for several months, but on the three triplets.

Seeing their eyes, looking at the long sword in his hand from time to time, Wang Chen couldn't help smiling.

"A nest of snakes and rats."

Wang Chen muttered in a low voice, and flicked his right hand holding the long sword slightly, a sword mark instantly appeared on the ground.

He looked at the few people around him, and said calmly, "Do you want to do it?"

The people in the organization did not speak in those months, and their eyes under the masks were full of cold light.

And among the people who looked like triplets, one of them said to Wang Chen solemnly: "Friend, you just killed my friend indiscriminately, please come with me, before my friend's bones are cold, Hurry up and kowtow in front of him to apologize."

Hearing that man's words, Wang Chen chuckled, ignored him, and started talking to himself again: "Although I really want the forty-and-a-half sword move, but...forget it."

Muttering here, Wang Chen twisted his head twice, and his body crackled instantly.

"Destroy—"

After uttering a word, Wang Chen's body instantly disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, he appeared directly outside the manor.

"Isn't this speed too fast?"

Several seconds after Wang Chen appeared outside the manor, everyone realized that the person who spoke just now couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shouted.

puff-

Just when he was about to turn his head and turn around, a line of blood appeared on his throat, and the blood flowed out quietly, and his eyes dimmed instantly.

"Second brother."

"Second brother."

Seeing that their brother had just died, the other two shouted instantly. Before the horror on their faces could rise, they fell to the ground with a plop. At his throat, there was also a thin silk thread. Appear.

And the people who organized the organization for several months stood in place in a daze, and on their chests were the moon-white gowns that were stained red with traces of blood.

Their eyes flickered twice before becoming extremely dim.

"The only thing that can't be broken in martial arts is speed!"

With his back facing the manor, Wang Chen lightly flicked the long sword in his hand, with a look of loneliness as snow on his face.

Unfortunately, no one noticed this scene...

He raised his feet and was about to leave when Wang Chen suddenly thought of something. He sat down on the ground, looked down at the long sword, and frowned tightly.

It seems... I haven't named this sword yet.

Using the long sword to draw circles on the ground, Wang Chen's eyes gradually became dull.

I have never had the talent to name myself, whether it is a person's name or another name...

Tread-

He was in a daze like this for a few minutes, suddenly footsteps sounded, Wang Chen turned his head and looked, and saw Jiujiu with white hair coming out of it, he was stunned for a while, then slowly turned his head.

Seeing Wang Chen, Jiujiu was stunned and hesitated for a moment, she came to stand beside Wang Chen, and asked calmly, "What are you doing here?"

"join in the fun."

After a casual perfunctory, Wang Chen raised his head and looked at the half moon in the sky, becoming more and more confused.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the snow-white sword in Jiujiu's hand, blinked and asked, "What's the name of your sword?"

"Snow Fairy."

Jiujiu spat out two words lightly, then looked at the black and red long sword on Wang Chen's knee, and asked, "What is your sword called?"

"I haven't thought of a name yet."

Wang Chen casually said, at this moment, Linglong also walked out from the manor.

When she saw Wang Chen, she was stunned for a while, then quickly ran to Wang Chen, looked at Wang Chen's long sword, and asked with a smile: "Little brother, how is it, do you still like this sword?"

"I don't like it very much."

Wang Chen glared at Linglong, this woman changed her most convenient weapon into a sword unexpectedly, how much hatred did she have for herself.

Linglong didn't care about Wang Chen's slight resistance, she raised her chin slightly and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I want to ask you guys, what are you doing out so early?"

"A trap, is it necessary to get into it?"

Hearing Wang Chen's question, Linglong giggled twice, looked in another direction and said, "Here, I've lost sight of it, it's better to go to another place to have fun, do you want to go together?"

"I'm going back to sleep."

Wang Chen stood up and waved Linglong backhandedly. After walking about seven or eight meters, Wang Chen stopped abruptly and kept walking.

Under Linglong's doubts and worries, Wang Chen suddenly laughed and said: "I thought of it, this sword is called Fan Cage, hahaha..."

(End of this chapter)