Elder Liao chuckled lightly and said, "Your Highness the Saint, so what if you kidnap the prince?"
"There are 100,000 wolf-headed troops outside, how can Zhao Xiaole leave here?"
The saint snorted and said: "Elder Liao, do you think the dead would worry so much?"
"King Pingxi, let the wolf-headed army enter the palace immediately and kill everyone!"
The saint's voice was too cold.
It's so cold that it makes your hair stand on end.
Not only King Pingxi, but also Elder Liao also had goosebumps all over his body.
WTF?
The wolf-headed army entered the palace and killed everyone?
Is this woman crazy?
Elder Liao, who was originally full of confidence, now panicked.
Once the wolf-headed army enters the palace and starts an indiscriminate massacre, the situation will be completely chaotic. No one can tell what will happen at that time.
This completely messed up the situation.
It doesn't matter whether the Saint can leave or not. Once Zhao Xiaole leaves, it will cause endless harm!
"No!" Elder Liao shouted.
He was worried that King Pingxi would not be able to withstand the pressure, so he actually ordered the wolf-headed army to come in.
Sure enough, King Pingxi disappointed him as always.
He only insisted for a moment and then agreed.
King Pingxi nodded and said: "It should be so. It's time for the wolf-headed army to come in and stop the chaos. I will give the order now!"
There is a reason for King Pingxi's choice. What does your fight to the death have to do with me?
Why should I be buried with you?
Moreover, in this way, he can maintain the tactical advantage of sitting on the wall, so why not?
King Pingxi was very happy, and at the same time, he thanked the Saint for this move.
If the other party hadn't coerced me.
How could there be such a clever plan?
Not only was he no longer afraid, he also felt at ease.
Then, he couldn't help but steal a glance at the saint. Although she was wearing a mask, her eyes held the beauty of autumn.
As well as the other party's graceful figure, it all shows that this is a stunning woman.
King Pingxi, who had seen countless women, could judge it at a glance.
With the saintly girl beside him, he couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart. What would it be like to be so close to such a woman?
People always say that the face comes from the heart.
King Pingxi thought of those obscene things, and the expression on his face immediately became obscene.
And with a bit of a smile.
Even at such a tense moment, the saint was still noticed. It couldn't be helped. It was really because King Pingxi's lewd eyes were like a lizard.
It made her feel sick.
The saint shouted: "What are you looking at?"
King Pingxi realized his rudeness, immediately turned his head and said with a smile: "I am rude."
"Quickly, order the wolf-headed army to go to the palace and calm down the trouble!"
Behind the throne, the eunuchs and guards had already turned pale with fear.
After hearing what King Pingxi said, a eunuch hurriedly went to deliver the order. How could Elder Liao who was standing below allow it?
Stop the eunuch immediately.
"Don't go!"
As he spoke, Elder Liao rushed toward him, stretched out his claws, and headed straight for the eunuch's Tianling Cap.
The saint threw away King Pingxi and blocked the eunuch with her dagger. The dagger struck at Elder Liao's claws.
Elder Liao quickly stopped his hand, but he could no longer stop himself.
The saint flew up and kicked him directly in the chest.
With a bang, Elder Liao flew out and fell heavily, knocking over the table filled with delicacies.
This scene was also noticed by other people in the hall.
But they were too busy besieging Zhao Xiaole to pay attention to Elder Liao.
Zhao Xiaole has reached the end of his rope.
Beads of sweat continued to form on his forehead. Just now, a whip mark was left on his forearm by the plump woman's long whip.
His sleeves were torn and deep blood marks were left on his arms.
This greatly increased the confidence of other masters.
Zhao Xiaole can't hold on any longer!
While hiding, Zhao Xiaole secretly thought that Old Man Jin had not come yet, so he might have escaped.
Could it be that this is the only way to use it?
While he was thinking about it, Old Man Jin suddenly shouted from outside the palace door, "The long knife is at the door for you."
"Come and take it yourself, the old man has to withdraw first!"
Zhao Xiaole turned around and saw Old Man Jin holding the iron-ringed sword, throwing it at the door, shouting that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, and then fled.
After cursing secretly, Zhao Xiaole immediately pushed aside the crowd and ran out to the door.
When several masters saw this, how could they let him succeed?
But Zhao Xiaole was so fast that after leaving a few afterimages, he quickly appeared at the door.
Next to him, a thug from Tsing Yi Gate was trying to grab a knife.
However, Zhao Xiaole picked it up first.
This knife is exactly Chen Daming's iron ring sword.
Looking at the nine grandmasters who were stunned on the spot, Zhao Xiaole sneered, "Okay, now let's give them a fair fight!"
"How about I show you my sword skills?"
Xuan Shui stepped forward with his sword raised, "How about a big sword? Facing the nine of us, you still have no chance of winning!"
Zhao Xiaole looked at him and smiled: "Would you like to know if you have a chance of winning? Xuan Shui, I'll use your sacrificial knife first!"
"Yan Mo Sword Technique!"
Saying that, Zhao Xiaole rushed straight up and headed towards Xuanshui!
The power is astonishing.
Xuan Shui was frightened at the first moment and couldn't help but take two steps back. He didn't expect that Zhao Xiaole would pick up the long sword and his momentum would be so strong.
But Xuan Shui was not an ordinary person after all. He shouted loudly, "Help the poor Taoist to stir up the formation!"
Then, he raised his long sword horizontally, intending to meet Zhao Xiaole's sword head-on. The other masters immediately understood.
Xuanshui was trying to buy time. When he and Zhao Xiaole were fighting each other, he let others take Zhao Xiaole's life.
As Zhao Xiaole got closer and closer, when the swords immediately intertwined, the other masters took action at the same time, with darts and long swords fired instantly.
They all ran towards Zhao Xiaole.
However, Zhao Xiaole stopped the sword force and did not choose to touch Xuan Shui. His feet paused slightly.
Turning around, the long sword took advantage of the situation and rose again.
He actually met the weapons of the other eight people and slashed them straight at them.
He was determined to have a head-to-head fight with the eight masters.
Seeing this scene, everyone who should have been surprised was furious. Zhao Xiaole was so arrogant that he looked down on us like this.
"court death!"
The eight people's moves are even more fierce.
Cang Langyang!
Cang Langyang!
…
A series of collisions sounded, and with a bang, Zhao Xiaole was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.
One against eight, after all, it is too much to rely on.
Xuan Shui sneered and swung his sword again. Before Zhao Xiaole could get up, he had to take a breath and block it with his sword.
boom!
Xuanshui's sword almost used all his strength to knock Zhao Xiaole away again. Zhao Xiaole pushed the ground with one hand and jumped up.
However, before he could gain a firm foothold, the nine masters attacked again. This time, nine weapons came at once.
Zhao Xiaole had no choice but to block it with his sword.