Chapter 821 Hello, Yang Ge!

"If the "Taihao Sword Classic" is strengthened to the peak, can it have such power?"

Zhou Hao thought of his "Taihao Sword Classic".

He wondered if he would strengthen the "Taihao Sword Classic", would he have that kind of sword intent?

Together, a group of monks from the fairyland came to fruition.

Just one knife.

Just now that person just slashed and killed those monks.

It's just a knife, not including other moves.

Because the bronze mirror that looked at Zhou Hao was out of the master's control, it immediately fell to the ground with a clang, and when it bounced up, it turned into ashes along with his master.

After Zhou Hao lost the blue light of the bronze mirror, he felt at ease as if he was out of trouble.

But he still has the scars left by the monk's attack just now, and he is now healing himself with the "regeneration" talent.

The injury he suffered this time is really serious, and it will not be possible to recover completely in a short while.

However, even so, even though half of his hand holding the knife was broken, and he was barely hanging, he still ran towards the direction of the fight with the knife in his hand, thinking of picking up a cheap head.

But when I went to look over there, it was empty. Can I see any monks there?

Is there still a head for him to pick up?

There was not a single one of those monks left, and they were all chopped into ashes by the mysterious expert.

This knife is too ruthless, right?

Although my method of murder is cruel, I still leave some corpses behind; and this old man is very powerful, this knife went down, killed someone, and cremated his corpse along the way!

This method is quite ruthless.

Zhou Hao looked at the person standing aside with a strange black knife in his hand, and carefully sized him up for a long time.

I saw that this person didn't look like anything special. He looked about middle-aged, but he didn't feel like a master.

Anyway, just a normal person, an ordinary person.

On the contrary, there was always a kind of determination in his eyes, and there was still a trace of confusion.

That kind of confusion, like being unfamiliar with the environment here, and the unknown of the way ahead; that kind of perseverance, like the firm confidence that you can accomplish something.

This kind of person looks simple and ordinary, very simple and ordinary, but it is indeed not simple.

Ordinary is not simple.

After watching for a long time, Zhou Hao felt a kind of vicissitudes from him again.

It seems that this old man has experienced countless joys and sorrows, and countless tortures.

It seems that he has walked a thousand miles alone and experienced ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties alone.

The other party was also looking at Zhou Hao, but not as carefully as Zhou Hao, as if looking at someone...

He coughed and reminded Zhou Hao: "Little brother, have you seen enough?"

"Well……"

Only then did Zhou Hao come to his senses, realizing that he had lost his composure, and couldn't help but look embarrassed and guilty.

The man smiled and continued, "Hi, I'm Yang Ge!"

He introduced himself seriously, and stretched out his hand to shake Zhou Hao's hand.

Zhou Hao was surprised again.

This way of greeting is the way of greeting in the world he was in in his last life!

He froze for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he quickly stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's hand, and said, "Hello, my name is Zhou Hao!"

After introducing himself, he asked curiously, "Are they the result of your knife?"