After Zhao Xiaole picked up the chopsticks, the killing intent in his body was immediately released.
Everyone in the Seven Star Gang originally wanted to step forward and cut him into pieces, but at this time, no one dared to step forward.
Even the tough-talking white-faced scholar was intimidated at this moment.
Saying it is one thing, but how to do it is another.
Although Zhao Xiaole picked up the chopsticks, he has not yet taken action. Who will his chopsticks hit?
This problem is the reason why no one dares to step forward.
It's very simple, whoever strikes first, Zhao Xiaole will definitely take his life first.
The brotherhood of the Seven Star Gang is ultimately fragile in the face of life and death. No one is willing to sacrifice his life for others.
Zhao Xiaole didn't pay attention. He turned around with chopsticks and looked at the people in front of him coldly.
After meeting his gaze, everyone except the injured left-handed swordsman took a step back subconsciously.
The people around him also made defensive moves unconsciously.
Although, it is impossible for Zhao Xiaole to attack them.
Who is not afraid of his chopsticks?
Knowing that it will take someone else's life in an instant, people will have an inexplicable awe for the unknown.
Zhao Xiaole never took action.
The situation remains deadlocked.
But the pressure is not on his side. If he doesn't care about Chang Kun's life or death, just this strong sense of oppression can make everyone in the Seven Star Gang exhausted from fear.
Zhao Xiaole tapped his palms with chopsticks, "Submit or die, you choose for yourself."
Finished this sentence.
Immediately there was a dark-faced man who couldn't bear the pressure any longer. He knelt down in front of Zhao Xiaole with a plop.
"Sir, please spare your life, please spare your life, I was not the one who attacked you secretly!"
"The villain is a bitch, he shouldn't say those things..."
"You punish me..."
The dark-faced man knelt down, and Zhao Xiaole looked at the remaining people. They all looked embarrassed.
Some wanted to kneel down, but they couldn't save face, so they had to smile to show that it was a misunderstanding.
The white-faced scholar was furious.
He was the one who made the sneak attack. The black-faced man knelt down, which was tantamount to betraying him. He shouted loudly,
"The other party is just a person, what's there to be afraid of? I don't believe he has three heads and six arms, kill him...!"
As the white-faced scholar spoke, he took out a sleeve arrow again and was about to throw it at Zhao Xiaole.
But Zhao Xiaole's movements were faster.
Before the white-faced scholar could draw his sleeve arrow, the chopsticks in his hand were shot out, and no one could see his movements clearly.
There was an extra chopstick at the white-faced scholar's throat.
After all, he couldn't say the word "him" in his mouth. He whimpered twice and fell to the ground.
The death of the white-faced scholar shocked everyone.
Zhao Xiaole, who killed him, was already sitting there coldly, as if he was not the one who did it.
Or, in his opinion, killing a small character like the white-faced scholar is a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.
You know, he is truly a top-notch master!
The remaining members of the Seven Star Gang, after being stunned for a moment, looked at Zhao Xiaole again and saw that he still had no chopsticks in his hand.
Everyone was boiling with murderous intent, and even the black-faced man kneeling on the ground had a ferocious look on his face at this moment.
Without chopsticks, Zhao Xiaole has no threat.
If you don't take this opportunity to kill him, what are you waiting for?
The brotherhood in their hearts burned again, they raised their weapons and attacked Zhao Xiaole at the same time.
Including the left-handed swordsman who had been injured for a long time. This time, he lifted the long sword with his right hand.
Zhao Xiaole snorted, and like a gust of wind, he left the remaining chairs and collided directly with the opponent.
The Ghost Step was launched.
There were many afterimages of Zhao Xiaole in the field instantly.
Everyone in the Seven Star Gang was dazzled by what they saw. The moves in their hands were also stagnant, and they had no idea how to start.
But Zhao Xiaole would not leave them a chance.
His movements were light, he struck with continuous shots, grabbed and snatched, and still managed to hit with several moves.
Some people were immediately shot away, and others had their weapons taken away. Then, like killing a chicken, Zhao Xiaole used the opponent's weapon to wipe the opponent's neck.
In the field, the only sounds that could be heard were slaps and screams.
Not long after, three first-class masters were killed by Zhao Xiaole, and those who survived were also knocked to the ground by him.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaole had a long knife in his hand. The three people who fell to the ground still wanted to resist.
Zhao Xiaole came close to him like a gust of wind, raised his knife and cut off the opponent's life without even giving him a chance to resist.
Now there are two left.
Among them, the old man in gray cloth screamed because he was too frightened, turned around and fled outside the inn.
Before he could reach the door, Zhao Xiaole chased him with a long knife and took his life from behind.
The remaining man is the left-handed swordsman.
Because he was injured, Zhao Xiaole slapped him in the chest again. Now he was paralyzed on the ground, unable to escape at all.
The left-handed swordsman's face was full of fear. He supported the ground with his right hand and kept retreating. "Don't... don't kill me. I know what the antidote is."
"I'll know too."
Zhao Xiaole said calmly.
He walked over quickly, and amidst the panicked begging of the left-handed swordsman, he beheaded him with a single blow.
Blood splattered all over the floor.
The left-handed swordsman died with his eyes closed.
Except for the sound of blood spraying continuously, the inn was quiet.
Zhao Xiaole glanced at the corpse, threw down the long knife in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.
After starting to practice spiritual awareness, my own strength immediately transformed. Even ordinary moves can be used with ease, just like divine help.
This is the real dividing line between masters.
Zhao Xiaole is confident that he will never be without any resistance against Xuan Shui now.
Memories began to appear on several people.
The information Zhao Xiaole wanted to obtain was very straightforward, and the first thing that appeared was the information about the antidote.
Not much other information.
There are only seven of them in the Seven Star Gang, and they were just formed after drinking at the inn today.
The seven of them were all well-known masters in the world, and they were familiar with each other. In order to facilitate their actions in Yun Mansion, they had a helper, and they hit it off and the Seven Star Gang was born.
It is a pity that they were so happy that they suffered from the disaster of annihilation on the first day after the birth of the Seven Star Gang.
Some people in the world who knew the cause and effect sighed secretly.
This is what Jianghu is like.
People are competitive for a little bit of face, and they may be able to be rich and powerful in the countryside, but now, in the Pingxi Palace where dragons and snakes are mixed, it is better to keep a low profile.
Staying alive is the most important thing.
Afterwards, Zhao Xiaole found the antidote, gave it to Chang Kun, and asked him to take him back to the guest room to rest.
After the storekeeper cleared away a few corpses, the inn resumed its hustle and bustle not long after.
