In the arena, the fight between Zhao Xiaole and the nine masters also started.
Some cautious people, such as Old Man Jin, have quietly retreated, knowing that the Grandmaster is a powerful fighter.
In order to avoid accidental injury, it is better to be cautious.
They all retreated far away.
Zhao Xiaole caught sight of it instantly and shouted: "Old Jin, where is my knife? Bring it to me quickly!"
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Old Man Jin.
Now, it was impossible for Old Man Jin to pretend to be asleep, so he laughed awkwardly and said,
"Everyone, even though it's a battle between rivers and lakes, you still have to give weapons, don't you think so?"
"Don't get me wrong, I have nothing to do with him!"
With that said, Old Man Jin ran out of the hall with the wine gourd in his arms under the hateful eyes of everyone.
The nine masters were waiting for Zhao Xiaole to get the weapons. At this moment, they all took action. The white-bearded man shouted and took the lead to attack.
The others were not too slow and quickly surrounded Zhao Xiaole.
Everyone has weapons, but Zhao Xiaole does not. Even if he is stronger than everyone else, how can he dare to challenge them?
Once he gets into a fight, others won't give him a chance.
It must have been a chaotic blade that attacked him and chopped him alive.
The only countermeasure Zhao Xiaole could take was to rely on his body skills to dodge and wait for Old Man Jin to bring the knife over.
Fortunately, his spiritual sense was far superior to that of others, which made him feel like a fish in water. With his body skills, he narrowly avoided the opponent's killing moves several times.
For a moment, the hall was filled with murderous intent.
The nine masters attacked at the same time, but they failed to capture Zhao Xiaole in a short period of time.
Everyone in the palace was dumbfounded.
Who is this person?
Is it really Zhao Xiaole?
How could it be so powerful?
Many people couldn't help but doubt Zhao Xiaole's identity, but this did not lessen their murderous intent.
After winking at each other, many people took their weapons and silently surrounded the hall.
Even if more people are sacrificed, Zhao Xiaole will be left behind today.
Not only because he killed many people in the martial arts world, but also because his martial arts skills were so strong that everyone was afraid of him.
It is better to get rid of the things you are afraid of as soon as possible.
The longer it is left, the more likely it is to cause trouble.
Zhao Xiaole did not understand these thoughts. He had tried his best to avoid the attacks of the nine masters.
How can you think about other things?
The only good news is that although nine people took action at the same time, it does not mean that the strength of a grandmaster has been increased nine times.
In that case, Zhao Xiaole should have been defeated long ago.
Although the nine people took action at the same time, they were limited by the space and were wary of each other, making it difficult to carry out their attacks. Zhao Xiaole also discovered this.
He kept digging into the crowd.
The more dangerous place is the safest place.
Bai Fang slashed with his sword, Zhao Xiaole dodged, and behind him, three sharp blades slashed at him at the same time.
Zhao Xiaole's body swayed, and the sharp blade slashed across his body, but no blood was spilled.
It turns out that the other party just hit the afterimage.
Zhao Xiaole's true body leapt forward, and came to Xuan Shui's side as he stood close to Xuan Shui's sword edge.
Xuanshui was the only injured person on the field.
Since it is a soft persimmon, you need to pinch it hard.
How could Xuan Shui not know what he was thinking?
He was so angry that his beard was trembling, he put aside his sword and hugged Zhao Xiaole, if he was hugged by him.
Even if Zhao Xiaole's body skills are against the sky, there is only one way to die.
He turned his body slightly to the side, pushed Xuan Shui's chest away with his shoulder, and quickly ducked down to avoid Elder Han's silver dart.
A series of actions can be said to be full of dangers.
Although Zhao Xiaole was never hurt at all, the offensive of the nine masters did not relax at all.
Their offensive became even faster.
The reason is that although Zhao Xiaole is powerful, how long can he last?
With nine people fighting against each other, the biggest advantage is physical strength. As long as it continues to be exhausted, Zhao Xiaole will definitely be the first to be unable to support it.
This is also the source of their confidence.
How could Zhao Xiaole not know?
The only thing he can hope for is that Old Man Jin will quickly bring him the long knife and let him have a happy fight.
But judging from the current situation, it seems that Old Man Jin has run away and has no intention of taking the knife.
Zhao Xiaole had to curse secretly and continue to endure.
far away.
Elder Liao laughed out loud.
Although he has not reached the level of a master, even his eyesight can see it.
Zhao Xiaole was just struggling to his death.
If you continue to hold on, you will die sooner or later.
Elder Liao did not care about the saint's face at all, but turned to look at King Pingxi who was looking up:
"Your Majesty, when this time comes, just announce the result!"
Hearing this, King Pingxi also looked very ugly.
Elder Liao originally united Yan and Jin to put pressure on him, but he did not expect that the two countries would actually invite four more masters.
Now, nine grandmasters are besieging Zhao Xiaole, and defeat is still doomed.
His little thoughts now seem extremely ridiculous.
Still want to be a fisherman?
What's even more hateful is that Elder Liao is so impatient that he wants to put pressure on him to seal the victory.
King Pingxi had to sigh.
Being too weak is ultimately the original sin of everything.
So, he smiled bitterly and procrastinated: "Elder Liao, how can Zhao Xiaole have such high martial arts skills?"
"Aren't you suspicious?"
How could Elder Liao fail to see his little thoughts? He sneered and said: "My lord, it is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to offer help when the time is right!"
"You have to think about it carefully!"
After snorting, Elder Liao just sneered and waited for a reply.
In fact, he was not worried about accidents at all.
Zhao Xiaole's body skills are so outstanding, if he just escapes, I'm afraid the matter won't be finalized.
How could he be willing to wait?
We must put pressure on King Pingxi as soon as possible.
Hearing this, King Pingxi had to sigh and said: "It's just...it's just that I understand."
"Then let's do it!"
Just as he was about to announce, the saint jumped up and suddenly arrived beside King Pingxi. A dagger slipped out of her hand and was pressed against King Pingxi's neck.
The saint said coldly: "If the prince also wants to deal with Zhao Xiaole, then let's die together!"
Once King Ping Xi takes his side, a hundred thousand wolf-headed army will target Zhao Xiaole, and it will be impossible for him to escape today.
King Pingxi said in shock: "You...don't be impulsive, let me go first! Elder Liao, please advise the saint!"
Elder Liao was stunned for a moment. He had not expected this scene, but he was not worried that King Pingxi would be killed.
The reason is very simple. If King Pingxi dies, the Saint will never leave this place alive. If the Saint also dies.
The main war faction will win without a fight.
Isn't this result bad for him?
However, he still had to stabilize the saint first, lest she take the opportunity to escape by making random attacks.
