Chapter 81 (2/2)

Xiao Chen is stunned. As far as he knows, some martial arts men have family blood, which can be divided into one to nine grades. Nine grades are the lowest and one is the highest. It is said that there are masterpieces above one.

People with blood ties are generally more effective than ordinary people!

But Xiao Chen no matter how to see, the wolf is not like a person with blood!

”Forget it, whatever it is.”

Xiao Chen didn't pay attention to the matter of blood, secretly excited: ”this should be the simplest boss I killed. It's worthy of being King Wu's eight heavy. Although it's not as good as the silver boss, it's still OK.”

Weapon, the second grade of xuanjie.

I don't like it.

Second grade spirit stone 200, also calculate good.

Xuanjie first class martial arts?

”Practice.”

In a flash, Xiao Chen felt that he had all the moves of cutting the 18 sabres wildly in his mind. There were 18 sabres in total, and each one was better than the other. After the 18 sabres, there was the last move. The 18 sabres converged into one knife and sent out the strongest one.

Obviously, the wolf did not practice at all.

After practicing the 18 sabres, Xiao Chen's face appeared a faint smile.

This Sabre technique is quite suitable for Xiao Li.

Give it to Xiao Li sometime.

Xiao Chen thought about it, and then carried Ling Tian Hua's broadsword on his shoulder, and said faintly, ”let go of that girl, let me come!”

Xiao Chen from sneak attack to kill the wolf is just a short moment, then suddenly out of voice, all of us are slightly stunned.

A member of the black wolf mercenary regiment suddenly found the wolf lying in the pool of blood and exclaimed: ”ah! The ninth regiment is dead! ”

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes are focused on the wolf lying in the pool of blood and the boy standing beside the wolf's body.

There were expressions of disbelief, panic and shock on their faces.

”Did you kill our nine leaders?” Someone swallowed his saliva and asked in disbelief.

”It's not obvious.” Xiao Chen shrugs his shoulders and says nothing.

”It's impossible. Our nine regiments are the eight strong of King Wu. How can you kill our regiment?” Obviously someone didn't believe it, growled.