Chapter 356

After saying that, Zhao Jue shrugged his shoulders and walked down with his hands behind his back.

All the people in the arena were delighted. Before He Miaocong and the other five could make any move, the person near the window was impatient to close the window. The man held his long sword upside down, bowed to He Miaocong, and moved ahead of him, closing the door quietly.

Worried that someone would push the door in without saying hello, he simply bolted the door.

After he was done, he turned around and sat down, raised his hand and smiled, "Please."

With doubts surging in his heart, He Miao had never thought of sitting down. He reached out and held the junior brother who was walking forward, shook his head and said modestly, "Forget it, the five of us will just stand."

The man thought he was still on guard, so he didn't force it. He smiled perfunctorily and turned his head to signal the woman to stare at them.

When Zhao Jue's footsteps landed on the ground, the noise disappeared immediately, and everyone turned their heads at the same time, paying attention to his every move.

Seeing him take two more steps forward and then stop moving. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what Zhao wanted to do.

Someone whispered, "Speak up, little brother. As long as you speak clearly, we won't make things difficult for you."

"We'll let you go if you speak clearly. We won't make things difficult for you."

"That's right, that's right."

The others echoed.

Seeing this, Zhao, who was calm, couldn't help but smile. He didn't speak immediately, but asked cautiously, "Can you say anything I want? Or do you only believe what you want to hear?"

Although the words were awkward, the meaning was clear. People squinted their eyes and looked around, not daring to guarantee that they would believe anything he said.

Zhao saw all the expressions on their faces, and he guessed what they meant. He thought they were people who knew something, but it turned out to be a group of green hands who knew nothing.

Since this is the case, the effort of making up a story can be saved, because no matter what you say, they will not believe it in the end, so why not...

Zhao Jue, who has made up his mind, has a ruthless light in his eyes. He looks at everyone present without making a sound, and silently calculates in his heart.

You look at me and I look at you for a few times, and someone said impatiently: "Just tell me, we will judge whether it is true or false, whether we believe it or not!"

His words made people restless again, "That's the truth, just tell yours!"

"Yes, don't care about us, just tell it in an orderly manner, we will naturally believe the truth, but if you don't want to tell the truth, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

"That's right, that's right!"

What a rogue. Zhao Jue raised his eyes and scanned the crowd, sighing to himself. There are not many people, as long as the action is fast enough, and poison is applied at the same time...

It should be possible to kill them all!

"Are the windows and doors closed?" He asked, looking at everyone with some concern.

Several people near the window knocked on the window frame, waved their hands and said confidently: "Don't worry, it's closed tightly, and I guarantee that the news won't leak out!"

"That's good, I'll tell you?" Zhao asked with a smile.

Everyone smiled and focused their eyes on him, nodding and smiling, "Go ahead, little brother, the sooner you tell me, the sooner you leave."

"Since it's hard to refuse such a kind invitation, I'll tell you." Zhao sighed with his eyes closed.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes and gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I say: I don't know anything!"

Don't know? Everyone looked at Zhao in surprise, but saw that two knives appeared in his hands at some point.

"Shua", "Shua"

"Puff"

Several white lights flashed, and several heads flew high one after another, and scarlet blood splattered everywhere. Before people could react, several more heads fell to the ground.

The two tables of people in front of him became headless corpses, and Zhao didn't dare to delay, and rushed towards the few people who were still stunned by the window with a knife.

With both hands moving, the two swords danced wildly, and several people fell down in response, and blood splattered on the faces of the others. The warm feeling made them come back to their senses quickly, and shock crawled all over their faces.

They didn't expect that this person would be so fierce, and he would draw his sword to kill people at a disagreement. What about so many people? Is he not afraid at all? What surprised them even more was that the killing action was so fast that they couldn't see it clearly, and only caught a flash of white light.

First-class, must be first-class!

Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in their hearts. But thinking that he had killed several people and blocked the doors and windows, it was clear that he didn't want them to run away. The fear in their hearts gradually turned into fierceness. What's wrong with the first-class, there are so many people!

They drew their weapons one after another, and their eyes were full of scarlet.

Seeing this, the young boy next to He Miaocong hurriedly pulled He Miaocong's sleeve and whispered: "Brother, let's run while someone is blocking us."

The four people looked at the boy with a fool's eyes, and three of them drew their swords one after another and directly stopped the man and the woman.

He Miaocong patted the hand holding his sleeve and comforted him softly: "Brother, this is the world of martial arts. There is not so much heroism and chivalry. Most of them are life and death. We have implicated others. If we leave as soon as we say, we will not only be in the world of martial arts, but even bandits will look down on us!"

"Draw your sword, come with me!"

He said without hesitation, swinging his sword and chopping off a head.

The inn was in a mess, with swords and shadows flying everywhere, and there was a little white smoke rising faintly, but there was blood all over the ground. Who would care about these small details?

The only difference was the boy standing at the gate holding a sword. He felt like he couldn't leave or stay. The scene of people's heads falling and blood splattering kept playing out. His face became paler and paler, and his limbs were shaking.

But the people, who were so angry that they wanted to kill, didn't care about him. The sounds of swords clashing, roars, and clothes tearing mixed together, like hell on earth.

Zhao used his left hand to block the swords and knives, and clenched the long knife in his right hand and chopped and chopped randomly. Several people fell to the ground, followed by the sound of tables and chairs breaking.

He couldn't help but take two breaths. The blood soaked the handle of the knife, and it was a little hard to hold it tightly. He frowned and sighed inexplicably, "Damn, why doesn't the smoke work?"

Thinking about it, his hands didn't slow down at all. He chopped a few times to force back the people who rushed over. He circulated his true energy to perform the star-chasing and moon-chasing technique, and escaped from the encirclement of several people several times in a row, and then secretly increased the dose of smoke.

"It must be not enough, increase the dose, must increase the dose!"

After doing everything, he rushed into the crowd again with a knife, slashing left and right, regardless of whether the angle was right or the force was right, simply delaying time.

After a few breaths, a person who swung a knife to chop became weak in his hands and feet, staggered and fell in the blood, and a "pop" sounded.

Unfortunately, the fighting was going on, and not many people noticed this small detail, except Zhao Jiu, who was thoughtful.

It worked! He hurriedly took two steps back, dodged the sword, and quietly took the antidote.

In a short while, the people standing in the inn fell to the ground one after another. He Miao looked at Zhao Jiu in surprise, gritted his teeth and supported his body, but the effect of the drug was so strong that after a few breaths, he also fell to the ground powerlessly.

He put away the knife, shook the blood on his hands, looked at the people motionless on the ground, and sighed helplessly: "I told you that I don't know anything, but you still don't believe it."

"But now it's good, I'll kill you all, you have to believe it even if you don't believe it!"

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