Chapter 709

The magic weapons, swords, halberds, swords and halberds of psychic power were either penetrated or decapitated. Countless soldiers who wanted to escape fell to the ground and died.

Other mercenaries see this, also know that Chu Xuan is really not going to let go of himself, it seems that only desperate way.

"Kill!"

"Don't talk."

"It's not ten thousand years that people die and birds rise to the sky."

There are people shooting, everyone grenades, and a burst of bright fire and smoke, but there can hurt a hair of Chu Xuan?

Chu Xuan didn't light the grenades and bullets at all, and went straight to those mercenaries step by step.

His pace is incomparably steady, and the power of bullets and Grenades can't even stop him from stopping.

Before the bullets and grenades have been thrown out, Chu Xuan has come to the mercenary who is close to him. He is simple and rough, with a light blow and a direct blow.

The one who was blasted didn't even make a howl.

There's no way. It's really Chu Xuan's seemingly light fist. It's too fast, faster than the meteor. It's too powerful. One punch is tens of thousands of Jin. Where can the flesh and blood bear it.

To deal with these people is like cutting melons and vegetables. Chuxuan doesn't want to use any martial arts skills, let alone use the tranquilizing mountain needle or the real spirit flying sword. It will be a small use of ox knife.

Chu Xuan is like an invincible God of war at the moment. These mercenaries are like scholars who have no strength to bind a chicken. They have become the lambs to stay, and have no strength to fight back.

Every step he took, a few mercenaries exploded to death, and with a wave of his hand, someone died of it.

The whole castle has become a hellish Sora, the light bulb in the room has already broken, and now only the cool moonlight shines in.

The red blood mist in the room, illuminated by the moonlight, has completely turned into the blood moon, which looks extremely frightening.

The blood was so strong that people felt nauseous. All the women and men of Anda family who were lost in their senses also came back to their senses and crawled on the ground for a while to vomit. After vomiting, there was a burst of crying and begging for mercy.

The man is OK, at least can think of getting up and running away, but the woman is not even able to move feet, has been completely paralyzed, can only rely on instinct to climb on the ground, as well as the shrill scream and howl.

Blood fog and smoke mixed together, that smell let Chu Xuan all frown, can be said to smell extremely.

"Forget it. Finish it and leave." The smell in the air was so bad that chuxuan didn't want to stay for a while.

He called out the true spirit flying sword, and his mind moved. The sword turned into a sickle for reaping life. In a short time, he solved almost all the mercenaries and the male members of the Anda family.

Only those women and children, he was really ruthless enough to kill, and finally slowly walked towards anda Jianer, who left his family and ran outside the castle.

Under the consternation of Anda Jianer, he couldn't run fast at all. In addition, he was lack of exercise, and his speed was even slower.

"Stop running. Do you think you can run?" The reason why chuxuan didn't kill him was that he wanted to torture him and revenge for his dead disciples.

Only by tasting the agony of waiting for death in fear can the hatred in his heart be solved.

Anda Jian Er Wen Yan didn't stop at all. Instead, he got up and ran faster.

Chuxuan shook his head speechless, and his body swayed, blocking the way of Anda Jianer.