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Chapter 201 Ye Family?The Sima family?

No. [-] and No. [-] were not in a dazed state either. When they received the order from No. [-], they seemed to exude bursts of vitality and chill.

The chill was like tarsal maggots wrapping around Driver Chen and Butler Chen.

With a sound of "Pyrin", No. [-] pulled out a soft sword from his waist.

After getting the soft sword, No. [-] seemed to reveal a trace of tenacity in his eyes.

No. [-]'s back stood straight, as if the middle-aged fool just now was not him at all.

At this time, No. [-] also held a soft sword in his hand, and both of them stared at Butler Chen and Driver Chen.

Steward Chen and Driver Chen were taken aback by the cold air. What's going on?
The cold air was like gusts of fresh wind, blowing their scalps numb.

Steward Chen looked at the three people in the alley with eyes full of disbelief.

Strong, too strong, not to mention three people, even one person, I am afraid that they cannot be resisted by themselves.

And Driver Chen was even more unbearable. In terms of combat experience, he was far inferior to Steward Chen. If he was dealing with Qi training realm, he could still use his own skills to suppress him, but against enemies of the same realm.

I'm afraid there is only one result, and that is to be killed in seconds.

"Back, click, click."

Steward Chen's sweat had already wet his clothes. Although the five people present did not move, the result seemed to have appeared before Steward Chen's eyes.

At this moment, Driver Chen's eyes were full of sternness.

"Housekeeper, how long can you hold it off?"

Hearing this, Butler Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

"One person, I can block it for 10 minutes, two people, I can block it for 1 minute at most, and three people, it is enough to kill me instantly."

Driver Chen suddenly felt useless.

"I'm afraid the two of us will be here now, but we must keep Mr. Ye's mother and sister. Can you think of a way?"

Butler Chen shook his head, seemingly unable to do anything.

"bass"

The soft sword trembled back and forth in the air like a nimble little snake.

The two soft swords trembled in the air and made harsh noises. At this moment, Steward Chen and Driver Chen shut their mouths.

Because two sharp weapons started to attack.

No. [-] suddenly stepped forward, holding a sword flower in the air with his soft sword, but even though it was a sword flower, it still revealed a trace of murderous intent.

Number [-], on the other hand, aimed at Driver Chen and rushed over, the soft sword in his hand trembling continuously.

The tip of the soft sword seemed to be looking around for Driver Chen's flaws, but although Driver Chen had the internal strength of a master, he probably didn't have the combat power of a master.

Driver Chen stood there irregularly, with a fist clenched in his hand, and the true energy in his body began to swell.

"Humph!"

A cold snort exploded from Driver Chen's mouth.

Although he doesn't know how to fight like a master, at least he is very familiar with the fighting method of body training.

With a snort, mobilize the muscles of the body, and with a snort, stimulate your nerves.

"what!!!"

Driver Chen yelled, and rushed straight to No. [-] with a lot of momentum.

Steward Chen watched and listened to the movement behind him, and immediately understood what Driver Chen was thinking, but the sharp sword in front of him did not allow him to think too much.

"Fengyu panic!"

The alleys that were originally quite peaceful in the surrounding area seemed to start to shake up with the roar of Steward Chen.

The debris on the ground was blown into the sky, and the pieces of rags and paper were blown everywhere by the wind.

The internal energy swelled up, and Steward Chen's clothes began to bulge everywhere, as if they were stuffed with balloons.

Waves of green zhenqi mixed with the breeze in the alley, began to gather towards Butler Chen's hands.

Steward Chen's hands were clenched into claws, emitting a faint blue light.

At this moment, No. [-]'s sword was in front of Steward Chen.

Without saying anything, Butler Chen raised his hand and blocked the direction of the sword tip with a claw.

"Jingle"

Although Chen Butler's hand was made of flesh and blood, when it touched the soft sword, there was a sound of metal colliding.

There was a green sound, the murderous look in No. [-]'s eyes remained unchanged, and with a flick of his hand, the soft sword seemed to gain consciousness and began to twist.

The tip of the sword pierced through Chen Butler's fingers, as if about to stab Chen Butler's wrist with a sword.

Chen Butler turned his backhand, avoiding the tip of the sword, and grabbed number two's eyes with his left hand. If this catch hits, at least number two will be ruined here.

But No. [-] did not avoid it, and pointed the soft sword at Chen Butler's chest and stabbed it.

A dead man is not afraid of life and death, as long as he kills the opponent, the mission is completed.

In a sense, dead men are more terrifying than killers.

No. [-] didn't dodge, but that didn't mean that Butler Chen wanted to die with him. Butler Chen immediately pulled away, but it was already too late.

"thorn"

A deep gash appeared on Steward Chen's chest, and bright red blood gushed out from Steward Chen's chest.

But now Steward Chen couldn't take care of it anymore, he fixed his eyes on No. [-], and said with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"This is not the martial arts of the Sima family, but the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen! You are from the Ye family!"

The Ye Family's Thirteen Swords of Shenmen are designed to target thirteen key points on a person's hand. Once struck, the hand will lose any strength within a short period of time and can be slaughtered by others.

Listening to Chen Butler's words, No. [-] had a wicked smile on his lips.

"Ye family? Sima family? Hahaha, no matter what kind of power we are, do you think you can still leave?"

While speaking, No. [-] also pulled out the soft sword from his waist.

The light slowly projected in from outside the alley, sprinkled on the soft sword to reflect the colorful light, which is the color of death.

Butler Chen's face became even more ugly, with a pale face, distorted facial features, and half-soaked blood-stained clothes.

Driver Chen also let out a scream.

Driver Chen grabbed No. [-]'s sword with his bloody hand and punched out with his right hand, hoping to trade his injury for his life.

However, although No. [-] had no consciousness, he was not stupid either. With a flick of his wrist, the soft sword in his hand seemed to have a soul. Driver Chen's hand was only flesh and blood, so how could he be able to block the soft sword made of steel.

Three fingers shot up into the sky, and Driver Chen's left hand was bleeding profusely, and his left hand was completely useless.

At this time, No. [-] took advantage of the victory and pursued, stabbing straight with a sword.

Driver Chen subconsciously blocked his right hand in the direction of No. [-]'s attack.

But how could he stop it.

"thorn"

The soft sword pierced through the muscles and went straight into Driver Chen's chest.

Driver Chen couldn't help but let out a scream, but the palm of his left hand slapped No. [-]'s chest.

(End of this chapter)