Zhao Xiaole stood in the shadow of the sword that filled the sky, punched out, and penetrated into the shadow of the sword that filled the sky.
Logically speaking, his arm would be broken into pieces.
Could it be said that Zhao Xiaole has given up?
Everyone just thought he had gone crazy.
Only Xuan Shui's expression changed drastically after seeing this punch, but at this time, he had no time to withdraw.
He wanted to change his tactics, but he was too slow.
To be precise, Zhao Xiaole moved too fast.
Xuanshui was so close that he had no time to change his moves, so he was hit by Zhao Xiaole in the chest, and there was only a bang.
Xuan Shui flew out.
He fell heavily onto the hall, and the long sword came out of his hand, falling to the ground with a clang.
Phew!
Xuan Shui spurted out a mouthful of blood and looked at Zhao Xiaole with disbelief in his eyes.
He couldn't figure it out.
As a latecomer, why can Zhao Xiaole go ahead of him in the practice of spiritual awareness?
Moreover, it is still such a short time?
"Impossible, this is impossible..." Xuan Shui murmured.
At this moment, the hall was silent except for Xuan Shui's constant murmur.
Zhao Xiaole slowly opened his eyes, looked around everyone, and asked: "Who else is there?"
"If you are not convinced, just stand up and I will beat him until he is convinced."
No one dared to say anything.
After a long time, the middle-aged scribe of Jin stood up and said: "Today, no matter whether you are Zhao Xiaole or not, you will not be able to leave here alive."
Yan and Jin both wore a pair of trousers today. The envoy from Yan also nodded, "Even if this person is not Zhao Xiaole, he still has a great relationship with Zhao Xiaole. Moreover, this person is very skilled in martial arts. If he does not die, it will be you."
Our two countries are in serious trouble!"
As he said that, four figures stood up one after another from behind the two countries' envoys.
Astonishingly, they are all masters at the master level.
Lord Bai Fang and Elder Liao looked at each other, and when the latter nodded, they walked out with their long swords in hand.
Zhao Xiaole counted, "Five, are there any more?"
Seeing this, the white-bearded guest from Daxue Mountain also stood up and said, "If it were an ordinary fight in the rivers and lakes, I would not bother to use more to fight against the less. However, since you are from the Jingyang court, don't blame me for not following the rules of the rivers and lakes.
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The plump woman from Xingyue Gate also stood up.
Later, Elder Han from the Tsing Yi Sect also stood up, and now there were eight masters.
Xuan Shui, who was on the ground, covered his chest and stood up. He picked up the sword and looked at Zhao Xiaole gloomily.
Zhao Xiaole showed no fear at all, "Very good, I can beat the nine masters to a great extent today!"
Each of the nine people was armed with a weapon, but Zhao Xiaole was bare-handed.
Xuanshui fought with him for a long time. Now that Xuanshui had eight more helpers, there was no way Zhao Xiaole could be his enemy.
The contrast between strengths and weaknesses is clear at a glance.
At this moment, the nine masters each took out their own weapons.
The hall was filled with murderous intent.
Everyone watched intently. If the masked man was really Zhao Xiaole, then Jingyang would be in chaos once he died.
And Zhao Xiaole's death not only affected the situation in Jingyang.
It has affected the situation of the entire world.
For a moment, everyone had the feeling that they were about to witness history. At the same time, there was deep hatred in their eyes. Zhao Xiaole killed too many people in the world last night.
Many people have long hated him and wanted to tear him apart.
How could you not be happy to see him die on the spot?
The saint couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up and said: "Elder Liao, don't you want to have great power in the teaching? I will give it to you."
"Let him go!"
There is no need to fight harder when knowing that the outcome is bound to fail.
Hearing this, some people in the hall who heard it were all surprised.
The saint gave up the power of the Demon Cult? Just for a eunuch? Everyone really can't figure out the reason?
Even Elder Liao was extremely surprised. Immediately, he smiled and said: "Haha, it's a pity that the saint woke up too late."
"If you had done this earlier, why would I have planned this situation?"
"Now, Zhao Xiaole's life and death is no longer something I can control."
When the saint heard this, she said bitterly: "You have also infiltrated the Yan and Jin countries?"
Elder Liao raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Highness the Saint, you live in the high walls of the palace every day. I'm afraid you have long forgotten the hardships of the mountain people!"
"Hmph! Just like you, the Yan and Jin countries have long been infiltrated by us using the same method, and the next candidate for the saint is one of them!"
Hearing this, the saint suddenly felt shuddering.
Although she holds a high position in the Demon Sect, when did the other party do it? Why is she completely unaware of so many actions in the Sect?
Elder Liao seemed to notice her doubts and explained: "Some things were decided before you were born."
"You don't know, what's so strange about it?"
"Even your sneaking into Jingyang was just part of the plan. Unfortunately, you stick to the doctrine and don't know how to change it."
"This was our biggest mistake!"
The saint asked back: "You? Who are you talking about?"
Elder Liao naturally couldn't explain too much to her, "Since the saint is so smart, why don't you guess it yourself?"
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the saint, but turned his attention to the master in the hall.
The saint couldn't help but fell into thinking.
She originally thought that her status in the church was supreme, but only now did she realize that she was just a clown.
A chess piece that has been manipulated arbitrarily.
Behind the scenes, there is always a big hand controlling everything.
Who is this person?
At the same time, the Demonic Sect may have succeeded in infiltrating the Yan and Jin countries. Otherwise, Elder Liao would not have been able to contact the envoys from the Yan and Jin countries and bring them to Prince Ping's Mansion.
It was precisely when King Pingxi saw this that he chose to sit on the fence and wait and see, but he was too stupid after all.
If he could be aware of all the conspiracy behind this, he would definitely not be too smart to get involved in this whirlpool.
At the same time, the saint thought of another question.
The main war faction has clearly infiltrated the two countries secretly, so why do they still rely on war to spread the teachings of the Demon Sect?
Either the penetration into the two countries was not enough, or there was an ulterior motive. The Saint couldn't figure it out at the moment.
At present, life and death are both issues.
She didn't have time to think so much, so her eyes turned cold and she planned to capture Elder Liao first as a bargaining chip.
Before she could take action, Elder Liao's faint voice came again, "Does the saint really think that killing me will be useful?"
The saint was speechless for a moment.
Elder Liao continued to explain: "I am just a pawn who takes orders. There are other people behind the scenes who control the overall situation."
"Even if you cut this old man into pieces, a new agent will still be elected."
The saint was completely stunned.
The Demon Cult, which has always relied on infiltrating others, was actually infiltrated by others and controlled most of the higher-ups.
The most ironic thing in the world is this!
For a moment, the saint's heart was full of mixed feelings, and she didn't know what to do?