Both Huangnu and Taohua recognized Zhao Xiaole immediately. They said they recognized Zhao Xiaole incorrectly, but they could only distinguish him from his clothes, body shape, and temperament.
Every move and the temperament around him cannot be faked.
The two came forward to greet him.
Zhao Xiaole waved his hand and asked them to stand behind him. He asked for a long knife and stepped forward.
"Everyone, you are all stuck here and refuse to leave. What do you mean?"
Zhao Xiaole held a long knife in his hand and spoke calmly.
Although he was in a state of embarrassment due to the smashed roof, his indifferent attitude made everyone feel his confidence.
To be able to be so calm in the face of so many people, everyone couldn't help but murmur secretly in their hearts.
Could it be that he is still prepared to challenge me?
Does he have this strength?
Even if the other party is a grandmaster, he may not be able to defeat so many people, right?
Facing the Grandmaster, they are still a little afraid.
But the Saint is right in front of us. If we miss this opportunity, will we just watch the Saint leave?
At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Who are you and why are you wearing the mask of the True Lord?"
The Mask of the True Lord is the mask of the True Lord of the Sun, which has a very high status in the Demon Sect.
It is almost the same status as the Silver Moon Face worn by the Saint.
Of course, this does not mean that wearing the mask of the true king will have the same status as the saint, but in terms of status, she is also highly respected.
Under the mask, Zhao Xiaole's eyes moved slightly. From the moment he got the mask, he knew that the mask represented something unusual.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the saint to take him with him.
Now, after someone revealed the truth, he accepted the fact calmly, "It doesn't matter who I am, if I don't get out of here, you will all be dead later!"
Arrogant, really arrogant!
Zhao Xiaole's words immediately aroused everyone's anger.
"What about the Grandmaster? How can one person defeat so many of us? Let's all come together and defeat him!"
someone shouted.
Immediately, many people agreed.
In fact, many people think that Grandmaster is just a title, and it is just the best among first-class masters. In essence, it is still a first-class master.
Their views are not wrong.
But what they don't know is that once they have mastered the spiritual sense, the master's martial arts skills have far surpassed ordinary first-class masters.
Facing the crowd who didn't know the truth, the white-bearded guest shook his head.
Zhao Xiaole really has the ability to challenge everyone, but he won't reveal it. After all, the master is a human being. If someone is willing to risk his own life to consume Zhao Xiaole's physical strength.
Of course he's happy to see it work.
The plump woman from Xingyue Sect must have the same intention.
If someone insists on dying, why not?
Just let them be.
Wait, maybe they can profit from it.
The sky is getting darker and darker.
The darkness before dawn is the darkest, but under the light of the fire in the courtyard, the corner of the street looks like daylight.
Zhao Xiaole trembled slightly with the long knife in his hand, and the long knife immediately made a soft sound.
It seems that it is full of excitement about drinking blood.
"Those who used gunpowder to kill our people are really despicable and shameless. We must give an explanation tonight!" someone shouted.
"That's right, hand over the saint, and this matter will stop tonight!"
"..."
Facing the difficulties faced by everyone.
Zhao Xiaole's only response was, "Come on!"
"If you can defeat this sword of mine, the saint is at your disposal!"
Having said that, there is no need to say anything more!
There is only one battle now.
"superior!"
Many people in the world who did not know the truth roared and waved their weapons to kill them.
Continuously, more and more people came to kill.
Finally, everyone rushed forward.
The saint is right in front of us, who can't be excited?
The crowd was getting closer and closer, and the shouts of killing were getting louder and louder. For a moment, these people from all over the world had the momentum of a thousands-strong army charging forward.
Zhao Xiaole fights alone and faces so many people.
But his back, illuminated by the firelight, made people feel unusually thin and powerful.
However, the saints behind him felt like their breathing was stagnant for a long time when faced with the pressure caused by the charge of the Jianghu people.
Can Zhao Xiaole win?
They had to ask.
Taohua and Huangnu stared at Zhao Xiaole closely, observing what he would do next.
Compared with them, what choice will Zhao Xiaole make to resolve the current crisis!
The crowd is getting closer.
In the firelight, the other party's ferocious face was clearly visible.
The shouts of killing completely surrounded Zhao Xiaole.
The surrounding ground and dust all began to tremble.
Even the sound wave that hit Zhao Xiaole caused the air to distort, and Zhao Xiaole raised his head slightly.
His cold eyes looked at the distorted faces in front of him.
He moved.
The internal force slowly poured into the long knife along the arm, and the blade was immediately enveloped in a burst of flames.
Then, he waved the long knife in his hand and slashed hard in front of him.
boom!
He waved it like a burning log, spraying sparks all the way, and slashed towards the distortion in front of him.
laugh!
Zhao Xiaole didn't want to care at all. Who was the person rushing in front of him? How good was the opponent's martial arts? What weapons did he hold?
He just wanted to let out the power in his body happily.
Kill everything in front of you and fly away.
boom!
The distortion in front of his eyes was cut off by the flames.
Zhao Xiaole felt that everything in front of him was instantly empty, and a hearty feeling surged into his heart.
His spirit was instantly lifted.
At this moment, he only had one feeling, that is, there was more, and he wanted more to pour out, and he wanted to go on a killing spree.
boom!
Zhao Xiaole waved the long knife in his hand, moved forward, and slashed out with the knife again. The people in the world in front of him were chopped away one after another.
No matter whether you are a master or a low hand, strong or weak, there is almost no difference in front of Zhao Xiaole's sword.
If they can't catch Zhao Xiaole's sword alone, then joining forces will be in vain.
The power of Zhao Xiaole's sword far exceeded their limit.
The final result was that every time Zhao Xiaole made a slash, the surrounding area was immediately emptied out.
Then, countless severed limbs and weapons flew everywhere, and some people were even cut off at the waist, and miserable roars broke out.
It was like a ghost howling at night, extremely miserable.
Zhao Xiaole didn't care, he rushed towards wherever there were crowds of people and slashed at them with one knife.
Without looking at the result at all, he then rushed towards a crowded place.
His clothes, mask and hair were already splattered with blood, and his eyes were still cold and cold.
He has no intention of giving up killing because of the tragic situation in front of him.
Under the firelight, the cold golden mask continued to shine.
Zhao Xiaole is like an evil ghost walking out of hell, constantly harvesting lives, every step he takes, every time he swings the blade.
A large area of life is harvested, this is the Yama Sword Technique.