Then forget about unifying the north and just be busy doing ideological work for the enemy every day. Therefore, he did not hesitate to pull the trigger.
At this moment, others also drew their long knives.
Just wait for the gunshot.
He immediately chopped Zhao Xiaole into pieces.
The worst sufferer was Liao Yanghao, who knelt down and begged for mercy. Knowing that he was going to die, he was so frightened that he quickly covered his head with his arms.
But how can an arm stop a bullet?
It's just a psychological comfort to myself.
His movements were frozen there.
But after waiting for a long time.
Didn't wait for the gunshot.
There was no pain in his arms and forehead. He secretly wondered if he was already dead?
It was very quiet in the hall.
Silent without any sound.
Could it be said that this is the world after death?
Before he died, he couldn't even hear the gunshot?
Maybe, this is also good.
No pain, nothing.
Die without any pain.
But the light coming from the surroundings reminded him that maybe he was not completely dead yet and there was still a chance to save him.
Shocked and frightened, Liao Yanghao gently lowered his arm.
He looked outside fearfully.
He saw that all the heroes around him were stunned on the spot, and Zhao Xiaole was still standing in front of him with a gun.
There was no black smoke coming out of his gun.
In other words, he hasn't fired yet.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaole kept pulling the trigger, but no matter how he fired, he could not fire the bullet.
Zhao Xiaole also looked puzzled.
After all, he himself had never played much with muskets.
Therefore, I was just here to show off.
The ignition device was not checked at all.
In desperation, Zhao Xiaole turned back to look at Zaha, "Zaha, what the hell did you do?"
"Why can't this musket fire?"
Zaha was still huddled in the rouge pile. After hearing the sound, he looked over hastily, said "ah" quickly, and shouted:
"That...that, I was afraid of a fire, so I took out the gunpowder just now, and I...I'll give it to you right now!"
"You pick it up!"
With that said, Zaha took out the folded gunpowder bag and threw it towards Zhao Xiaole.
Zhao Xiaole cursed: "If you throw me away now, I'll throw you away too!"
He threw the musket back directly, and Zaha caught it in a hurry.
no way.
Others would not give Zhao Xiaole time to refill.
The only thing he can rely on now is to fight alone.
Zaha can't help at all.
The surrounding martial arts masters did not expect that they would be frightened by an empty gun for a long time.
They all succumbed to Zhao Xiaole's lustful power.
The most embarrassing one was naturally Liao Yanghao who was kneeling on the ground, waiting for him to understand everything in front of him.
That look.
First it turned white, then red, then green, then purple, and finally turned completely black at the bottom of the pot.
If he hadn't seen this face-changing process with his own eyes, Zhao Xiaole would never have thought that a person could achieve such a complex face change without relying on props.
It's really breathtaking.
Unfortunately, he had no time to sigh.
The anger of Liao Yanghao and others has long been like a volcano, about to erupt immediately.
He was so embarrassed just now.
After leaving today.
Not only will Zhengqimen be embarrassed by following him, but his own reputation will be completely ruined and he will no longer be able to survive in the world.
It will be passed down as a joke.
Not to mention the famous scene where he was so frightened that he fell to his knees and urinated.
This smell will definitely stay with him for the rest of his life.
Liao Yanghao shouted, "You're so fucking bullying. If I don't kill you today, I will take your last name!"
After saying that, he jumped up and rushed towards Zhao Xiaole.
Other people in the arena were also furious. He actually fooled them for a long time with an empty gun. This Zhao Xiaole really deserves to die.
They were also holding back their anger.
He held the long knife in his hand and struck at Zhao Xiaole.
For a moment, Zhao Xiaole was surrounded by swords and swords. This formation was likely to dismember Zhao Xiaole in a matter of seconds.
Ru Yue upstairs was horrified and stood up in a hurry, worried about Zhao Xiaole's safety.
Zhao Xiaole did not panic at all.
Not only did he not panic, he was also very calm. He even wanted to close his eyes and try a fight.
So, he closed his eyes.
At that moment, everything in front of me disappeared instantly.
He couldn't see anything, but he seemed to have a feeling of being able to control everything, coming from his spiritual senses, constantly motivating him.
His body, at that moment, was directly handed over to the spiritual sense.
He had the urge to take action.
He took action.
One hand stretched out.
Give it a firm grip!
Bang!
At the same time, he opened his eyes.
What caught his eye was Liao Yanghao's shocked and incredible look, because just now, Zhao Xiaole caught his fist with his eyes closed.
How did he do it?
Liao Yanghao didn't know and couldn't figure it out.
I have never even heard of it, that there is such kung fu in the world.
But at that moment, Zhao Xiaole did it.
He closed his eyes and caught his own punch.
This...how is this possible?
But Zhao Xiaole didn't have time to shock him, so he kicked him in the stomach and kicked him away.
Another circle of sharp blades came after him. Zhao Xiaole pushed hard on his feet and kicked off the ground to rush into the crowd.
He hit the blade.
The blade was about to cut him into pieces.
Zhao Xiaole turned slightly to avoid the blade that was about to hit him. At the same time, he grabbed the opponent's wrist and broke it hard.
After the man let out a scream, he took out the long knife in his hand.
Zhao Xiaole kicked him away, ducked, and dodged the blade coming from behind.
At the same time, he picked up the man's dropped blade and slashed behind him with the sword.
It just made a circle.
At this moment, the Yan Mo Sword Technique was operating extremely smoothly, and it had never been smoother before.
The same internal force surged out this time, as if it was about to escape along the blade.
boom!
Faintly, the internal force attached to the blade burned like a layer of flame. Everything that collided with Zhao Xiaole's blade felt a huge impact and flew backwards.
Ping ping ping pong!
Countless broken blades and people from all walks of life were knocked away.
Zhao Xiaole took advantage of the situation and closed the knife.
He drew exactly a circle around his body, his movements smooth and graceful, and then he looked coldly at the people around him.
This hand had already shocked everyone.
After being repulsed by Zhao Xiaole with a knife, who would dare to attack again easily?
Everyone looked at him nervously.
Although there was still a vicious expression on his face, he took two steps back very honestly.
Seeing that no one dared to challenge again, at this time, the bearded man, who had been holding the long knife without making a move, shouted with a glint of admiration in his eyes:
"Get out of the way, they are all a bunch of trash!"
