Chapter 47 Killing Han Diao Si

When the light fell, Han Diaosi was visibly stunned.

The knife light was not as terrifying as he had imagined, but Han Diaosi was already sweating profusely at this moment.

He knew that once the Nineteenth Stop was performed, the power would increase with each step.

There is no master before the Nineteenth Stop, and this is no joke.

Sure enough, while he was stunned, the next one came.

Nangong's movements were quick and ordinary.

Possession, sword drawing, that's all.

But every time a knife appeared, it seemed to cause the surrounding space to tremble.

As Nangong's third knife fell, Han Diaosi's heart gradually became filled with fear!

He didn't know how many sword strikes Nangong Pushe could use now, but he had to find a way to stop him now.

Han Diaosi waved his sleeves, and a blood mist appeared all over his body. His pale old face became full of wrinkles at this moment.

All the energy and blood in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant.

At the same time, his aura instantly increased.

Behind him, a blood mist carrying endless murderous aura gradually condensed into blood threads all over the sky, like hair, covering the sky and sweeping towards Nangong.

Upon seeing this, Liaokong leaped forward to block it, but as soon as he made contact, his Vajra body instantly collapsed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

Just as the blood-red hair covered Nangong.

Han Diaosi's expression suddenly changed and he looked up abruptly.

Above his head, a crack appeared in the middle of the large net woven with red silk threads.

And in the sky, the sword rain like a waterfall still did not stop.

Han Diaosi snorted coldly and raised his hand to strike out with a palm.

He had never taken Zhao Mu seriously. Although he didn't know how this guy had practiced over the years, Zhao Mu was only at the middle stage of the Grandmaster level and posed no threat to him at all.

His main target now is still Nangong Pushe.

Han Diaosi turned around and was about to make another attack when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He dodged and the moment he turned his head, his eyes suddenly widened.

The rain of swords above his head somehow penetrated his defense.

He was attacked by a sword energy just now, but thanks to his quick reaction he managed to dodge it.

Han Diaosi was shocked.

Zhao Mu's method really surprised him.

You have to know that he is a grandmaster who has reached the great perfection. Even people like Luo Kong who are in the late stage of the grandmaster cannot break his defense. How could Zhao Mu possibly do it?

It was precisely because of this contempt in his heart that he relaxed his guard towards Zhao Mu at the beginning.

Seeing this scene, Han Diaosi was really shocked.

Zhao Mu’s current strength is enough to pose a threat to him, and even he has to take this kind of person seriously.

He now regretted agreeing to be the old emperor's pawn.

If Zhao Mu really grows up in the future, he will definitely be liquidated.

And this guy is only in the middle stage of Grandmaster now, but he can already pose a threat to me. Once he breaks through to the late stage of Grandmaster, with this strange sword energy, I may not be his opponent.

At this moment, Han Diaosi didn't care about much else. Since they had already become enemies, he could only try his best to kill Zhao Muge, otherwise this guy would definitely be a disaster in the future.

Thinking of this, Han Diaosi no longer held back.

As he raised his hand, endless silk threads rose out from his sleeves.

He went straight into the rain of swords pouring down from the sky.

But at this moment, a terrifying sword intent suddenly burst out.

The large net of woven threads was shattered in an instant.

Han Diaosi's face changed when he saw this.

"Oh no, this kid hasn't even used his full strength yet!"

Han Diaosi didn't realize until then that Zhao Mu had been showing weakness to the enemy, deliberately letting him down. And he foolishly believed it.

Before, he focused all his attention on Nangong, and now it is impossible for him to defend against Zhao Mu!
The next second, the rain of swords in the sky tore the red net into pieces, and the magnificent sword light completely submerged Han Diao Temple!

"what--"

The miserable wails echoed throughout the mountains.

Zhao Kai, who was standing by, was so frightened when he saw this scene that he couldn't move.

puff~
A faint sound was heard, as if raw meat was being cut one by one.

The waterfall formed by the sword energy was gradually dyed red by blood.

A blood mist filled the air, accompanied by flying flesh and skin.

"Cough-cough-"

Zhao Mu suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The sword energy pouring down from the sky disappeared in an instant!
And in the sky, Han Diao Temple gradually emerged.

At this moment, he was in a very miserable state.

There was not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body, and his clothes were torn to pieces.

With disheveled hair, he looks like a beggar.

Han Diaosi fell down weakly, but before he hit the ground, a flash of a knife passed by.

A head rose into the sky.

Han Diaosi's eyes widened and his head and body were separated.

Until his death, he never imagined that he would be defeated by a young kid.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Han Diaosi opened his mouth and stopped breathing completely, but his face was still full of fear.

The headless corpse stood there straight, like a tombstone.

Zhao Kai, who was far away, was completely frightened. He didn't care about his own miserable appearance and was about to turn around and run away.

But just as he turned around, a ray of light passed by, and he only saw a beautiful figure flash by. He felt a chill in his throat, and he took a deep breath, and was completely unable to get up!
"Your Highness, Zhao Kai is dead!" Piaoxu bowed and said indifferently as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Mu waved his hands, his face pale.

Seeing this, Piaoxu hurriedly reached out to help Zhao Mu up.

"Cough cough——" Zhao Mu exhaled again, but his eyes were looking around.

Then, he said anxiously.

"Go quickly!"

Everyone got on the carriage and left the place immediately, leaving behind countless corpses.

In the carriage, Yao Yue looked at Zhao Mu with concern.

"How are you? I'll help you heal!"

Yao Yue was just about to help Zhao Mu heal his wounds, but she saw Zhao Mu, who looked weak just now, raised his head and his complexion instantly recovered.

"Strange? Did I guess wrong? Is there really no one following?"

Zhao Mu waved his hand, Piaoxu dropped a handkerchief on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and asked.

"Did you feel the presence of someone else in the dark just now?"

Yao Yue looked at Zhao Mu with confusion, then shook her head.

Was this guy just pretending?
He even deceived himself.

"You...were you pretending just now?"

Yao Yue looked at Zhao Mu speechlessly.

"Hmm - I thought there were people hiding in the dark, trying to trick them into making a move, but I didn't expect them to be so alert!"

Zhao Mu said this with a look of disappointment on his face.

Those guys are all enemies. We should kill a few of them while they are off guard. This way we can feel more at ease in the future!
"You really are the one who made me worry for nothing!" Yao Yue was furious and punched Zhao Mu!
(End of this chapter)