The moment the two people came into contact, there was no earth-shattering collision sound, everything seemed silent.
The next moment, Laktu's hard and thick pig iron stick split into two halves in the middle.
Ziyun took back the sword with disdain and slowly returned to Zhao Rui.
When everyone reacted, blood spurted out from Laktu's neck. Not long after, the guy fell to the ground, lifeless.
I didn't expect that a maid next to Zhao Rui would be so powerful.
King Mu's breathing suddenly became rapid. Laktu was not only the number one master around him, but also his number one general.
Now he was killed easily by a little woman!
Many tribal leaders present were also frightened out of their wits.
When Zhao Rui and his party first entered the door, their eyes kept turning on the fasting women, thinking of taking these women under their command after killing Zhao Rui.
But now it seems that these women in front of them are many times more terrifying than they imagined.
The weakest Ziyun killed Laktu with just one move, but it was not easy for the others to kill them.
"No wonder King Zhao is so confident. It turns out that the women under his command are so powerful."
"I heard that King Zhao's martial arts is the best in the world. It seems that this martial arts competition we are holding will probably be used as a wedding dress for others."
"What are you afraid of? King Zhao only has one person. We might be able to kill him if we swarm him."
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Everyone present lowered their voices and whispered, but Zhao Rui heard every word of what they said.
"King Mu!" Zhao Rui suddenly stood up: "I heard that you have a very powerful family secret skill. I wonder if you are lucky enough to see it today?"
King Mu suddenly raised his head, and the tyrannical internal force was already sweeping across the surface of his body.
"Don't you think it's a bit too much to bully others? This clearly doesn't take our Southern Xinjiang seriously."
Zhao Rui chuckled, took off the sword from his waist, threw the Mo King Sword to Ziyun, and then walked to King Mu with the Yu King Sword on his shoulder.
"This king simply doesn't take you seriously, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. In the future, after our great merchants unify southern Xinjiang, all the tribal leaders will receive rewards, but you will only die."
What King Mu just said was to drag down all the people in southern Xinjiang and make them hate Zhao Rui and even Dashang.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Rui wiped away all the conflicts with just one sentence, and also gave these people a big reward.
In fact, most of the tribal leaders in southern Xinjiang do not have much ambition. As long as they can still rule their own tribes, they are satisfied.
Now Zhao Rui's words can be said to be a reassurance for them.
Several tribal leaders who were standing on King Mu's side just now actually took a few steps back in unison.
King Mu also discovered this subtle change, and now he can only kill Zhao Rui!
He didn't care so much, and immediately drew the sword from behind and stabbed it.
Zhao Rui had a smile on his face and didn't take King Mu seriously at all.
King Yu's sword suddenly came out of its sheath and collided with the opponent.
The sound of swords clashing could be heard endlessly, and the fierce aura blooming from the two people even chopped the tables, chairs and benches in the hall to pieces.
People who were relatively close at first moved away, not daring to take a step forward.