The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 844 Extreme Sword Skills

In the life-counting villa.

Fate is sitting on the sofa, and around Fate, there are four people standing in four directions of Fate.

Near the door, the man in the beret stood there quietly, watching the fate with his eyes calm.

Ji Ming sipped red wine, as if he didn't feel any danger at all, he looked at the man in the beret calmly, and said with a chuckle: "If I guess right, you should be sent by Yuanying Yes."

Ji Ming was very clear from the very beginning, ever since he and Yuan Ying collapsed in the teahouse that day, he did not intend to let Yuan Ying live, and Yuan Ying could not let himself live.

This time Yuanying was being targeted by people from the big family, and he was going to step on him, and his appearance with great fanfare was obviously digging a hole for himself.

So he couldn't think of who else this person could belong to besides Yuan Ying's at this time.

Although Wang Chen and the others are also in their scope of thinking, this possibility is extremely small.

Because according to their personalities, they would never appear directly in front of themselves without absolute certainty.

And once they show up, it means that they are absolutely sure to trample themselves to death.

The man in the beret looked calmly at the four people guarding Ji Ming, and said flatly: "Come with me, I made it possible for you to get to this position. , now...it's time for you to repay me."

Ji Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of coldness flashed, and said with a sneer: "You made it by yourself? It seems that there is something wrong with your head!"

Ji Ming does not deny that he has been able to come to the present, and has a great relationship with Yuan Ying, but... he has been able to come to this step, not only because Yuan Ying is so simple.

The legacy left to oneself by one's own family, the things left to oneself, and one's own wisdom are the key to making oneself come this far.

Tilting his head slightly, Ji Ming smacked the wine glass in his hand, and the red wine dripped down the ground one after another along the cracks between his fingers.

Taking out a tissue to wipe off the red wine on his hands, Ji Ming slowly stood up, an incomparably noble aura emerged from his body.

He looked at the man and said calmly: "Although I don't know why you morning me, but I will not stay, anyone who threatens me."

After finishing speaking, Ji Ming snapped his fingers, and among the four people guarding him, two of them appeared in front of and behind the beret man in an instant.

Snapped--

One of them stabbed directly at the man's heart with a hand knife, while the other punched the man's back of the head with a punch.

The man didn't dodge or dodge, letting their attacks land on him.

When a powerful force came from them and rushed towards his body, the man's body shook slightly, and a powerful force directly counteracted their strength.

Those two people took two steps back slightly, and when they were about to continue attacking with expressionless faces, Ji Ming said faintly: "Come back."

Those two people stopped the attack and quickly returned to Ji Ming's side, guarding Ji Ming.

And the man looked at the four men around Ji Ming playfully, and said appreciatively: "This is the inheritance left by your family? It is indeed a very powerful medicine."

Ji Ming smiled without saying a word, then sat down slowly, crossed his legs and said slowly: "Sure enough, since Yuanying sent you here, it means that you can't be dealt with so easily."

Having said that, Ji Ming's tone paused for a moment, and he said with a strange expression on his face: "But... no matter how strong you are, it's nothing to me..."

Before the fateful words were finished, the man in the beret waved his hand impatiently, he stepped out, flicked his fingers a few times, and several dark fingers burst out directly from between his fingers, Before Ji Ming could recover their senses, the four people guarding him suddenly burst out a beautiful blood flower from their chests, and then fell to the ground without making a sound.

Ji Ming subconsciously looked towards those four people, his expression became a little stiff, and his eyes instantly became very gloomy.

But he still didn't panic, but said quietly: "Sure enough... the strength is amazing!"

"In the face of absolute strength, no matter how strong your people are, they are still weak chickens."

The man spoke plainly to Ji Ming, and finally raised his head to look towards the stairs.

Just now, the reason why he didn't directly stun Ji Ming and take him away was because he felt a very astonishing aura from upstairs just now.

Tread-

When the man was looking towards the stairs, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs non-stop. Not long after, a person appeared in the sight of the man and Ji Ming.

"It's you."

Ji Ming's pupils shrank when he saw Wang coming down the stairs with a long knife in his hand.

The man in front of him has already made him a little difficult to deal with, but now if he adds a king, it will be even more difficult to deal with.

Moreover, since this guy appeared, does it mean that the few of them have enough confidence to kill themselves.

Wang ignored the accountant, he touched his lips lightly with his tongue, carefully looked at the man in the beret, and said with a smile: "My boss said, you are very difficult to kill, I don't know, whether I Could kill me."

"what happened."

The man looked at Wang with a slight frown. He could feel that Wang's strength was about the same as his own now. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be difficult for him to deal with him.

After all, when I was not injured, I was far stronger than I am now. With those experiences and my inexplicable hole cards, it should be very easy to deal with someone who is at the same level as me now.

But for some reason, he felt a deadly threat from Wang, as if... this person could kill himself.

This feeling disgusted him very much, but it made him involuntarily maintain the highest level of vigilance.

Seeing that the king didn't come to look for him, Ji Ming breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, a saber light suddenly lit up, and a strand of hair around his ear fell directly along the side of his face.

"Do not talk."

Wang coldly said to Ji Ming, which instantly made Ji Ming's expression ugly.

He looked at the strand of hair that fell next to him, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

But the man's pupils shrank, and he said word by word: "Extreme sword technique."

Clang——

Wang didn't talk nonsense, the long knife was unsheathed in an instant, and the scabbard was thrown aside.

He moved his left foot forward slightly, his right foot moved behind, squatting halfway, holding the long knife in both hands, with the handle of the knife lying across his right shoulder, with the blade facing forward and the back of the knife facing backward.

"Tongue Pulling Hell—"

From his mouth, he spat out four words coldly, and a gray breath wrapped around the blade directly, and a dull look flashed in Wang's eyes.

It was as if death had come! ! !
(End of this chapter)