Chapter four hundred and sixty seventh sword eyebrow youth
"Senior, we know we were wrong, please let us go!"
The two warriors knelt down with a bang, kowtowing to Chen Hao desperately and begging for mercy.
Several other warriors fled towards the outside of the ancestral hall as if they were desperate.
"You tricked me and you still want me to let you go?"
Chen Hao sneered and snapped his fingers continuously.
Bang bang bang...
Whether they were running for their lives or kneeling down to beg for mercy, the warriors were like fireworks, exploding one after another, and for a while, blood and broken flesh sprayed everywhere.
The disgusting smell of blood instantly filled the ancestral hall.
As warriors, although they all had lives on their hands and had seen blood, they had never seen such a tragic scene. Everyone was so frightened that their faces turned pale and their legs became weak.
Chen Hao stretched out his hand again, this time, but aimed at the young woman in red.
The young woman in red suddenly changed color and hurriedly raised her magic power to protect her whole body, ready to summon the magic weapon at any time.
This young man from the ancient martial arts sect is too strong. She really has no chance of resisting him without using a magic weapon.
However, Chen Hao suddenly opened his hand and laughed: "Don't be afraid, I'm just kidding you. You are my admirer. How could I set off fireworks and turn you into a pile of minced meat?"
The young woman in red heard the joking meaning in Chen Hao's words, and was immediately ashamed and annoyed.
As a high-ranking cultivator, it is simply a shame to be played by a warrior!
Chen Hao said: "Don't get me wrong. I don't kill you for other reasons. It's not about pity. If I'm interested in an old woman like you, you can just be your old maid."
"you……"
The young woman in red was so angry that she was shaking all over.
She thought bitterly: "Damn boy, if I didn't want to reveal my strength now, I could chop off your head with one sword..."
Chen Hao extended his hand to the tall and thin warrior and the others, and said with a smile: "Although I am not Thanos and do not have six gems, if I snap my fingers and hit them, how many people will die?"
The expressions of everyone in the White Sword Sect changed drastically. They drew out their swords one after another, raised their Qi, and were on full alert.
The tall and thin warrior looked extremely ugly: "Are you threatening us?"
Chen Haodao: "It's just a threat, what can you do?"
The tall and thin warrior's face suddenly became even more ugly.
These words were the arrogant words he said before, but now they were returned almost unchanged.
He said coldly: "We have thirteen grandmasters, and you only have two. You cannot be our opponent."
"Then you try it."
Chen Hao said in a relaxed tone: "I promise to kill you all, but you can't hurt us even a hair."
The expressions of the tall and thin warrior and other masters changed again.
Although they did not believe Chen Hao's words, this young man was so powerful that even if they tried their best, they would probably suffer heavy casualties even if they could win.
What's more, if Chen Hao and Zhao Shihuai are defeated, they can completely escape. They may not be able to stop them, and they will only lose money in vain. In the future, they will form a deadly feud with the Xuanguang Sect, which will cause endless troubles.
Thinking of this, the tall and thin warrior could only hold back the anger in his heart and soften his tone: "Two Taoists from Xuanguang Sect, I'm sorry. I take back what I said before and apologize to you. There is no deep hatred between us, so why fight to the death? Why not join forces to explore this place?"
How are the ruins?”
Recalling that he had been so arrogant just now and forcefully forced Chen Hao and Zhao Shihuai to kneel down and kowtow, but now they had to apologize in public, the tall and thin warrior couldn't help but feel feverish on his face.
Chen Hao said hey: "If you say something, you will take it back as soon as you say it will be taken back?"
The tall and thin warrior was startled and said angrily: "Then what do you want?"
Chen Haodao: "You insulted us just now. Do you think it's okay? Kneel down and kowtow to us to apologize!"
Everyone in the White Sword Sect was shocked and angry.
The tall and thin warrior said angrily: "We have already apologized, please don't go too far."
Chen Haodao: "If an apology is useful, why do you need the police? Kneel down and kowtow for ten seconds, or I will kill you all."
He raised his hands and started counting: "One, two, three..."
The tall and thin warrior was furious: "If you do this, we will only lose out and let these warriors take advantage. Are you willing to do this?"
Chen Haodao: "Those warriors just now deliberately caused mischief and provoked hostility between us and you. Why are you not afraid of hurting both of us and letting others take advantage? What's the point of talking about this now?"
The tall and thin warrior said anxiously: "I didn't know your true strength at that time, so I was a little reckless. This is indeed my fault. I can apologize to you and compensate you, but if you fight with us just to relieve your anger,
That would really give others an advantage.”
Chen Haodao: "You are right, I just want to relieve my anger. In this life, I only live in my mood. Stop talking nonsense, why don't you kowtow? If you don't kowtow, I will take action."
"you……"
The tall and thin warrior's face was ashen.
This young man is simply an unreasonable lunatic.
If he really had a fight with Chen Hao, he would not be able to accept the situation of losing both sides. After all, the grandmasters he brought were all elites of the White Sword Sect. Even if one of them died, it would be an immeasurable loss.
What's more, the White Sword Sect also has enemies. The purpose of controlling this ruins is to enhance the strength of the sect. If there are heavy casualties without even seeing the ruins, it will be completely outweighing the gains and losses, and he cannot accept it.
But if you don't fight, you have to kneel down and kowtow to apologize to Chen Hao and Zhao Shihuai.
As a high-ranking warrior of the ancient martial arts sect, how could he endure such a shame and humiliation?
what to do?
For a moment, the tall and thin warrior was unable to dismount from the tiger, feeling extremely regretful.
If he had known that Chen Hao was so strong and had such a fierce temper, he should not have intimidated or insulted him before.
Suddenly, a very disdainful voice sounded: "I'm bothered by you ancient martial arts sects. You are obviously mortals, but you are just practicing martial arts in the mountains and forests. You are so pretentious that you separate yourself from ordinary people and secular warriors. You feel that
You are superior to others, but in fact you are nothing."
After the words fell, a man in his thirties with a proud look walked into the ancestral hall.
He had a square face and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows. He looked at the white-clothed sword sect and Chen Hao who were confronting each other with contempt in his eyes.
Everyone looked surprised.
It’s true that one wave of injustice keeps coming again and again.
Where did this sword-browed man come from? He didn't even pay attention to the ancient martial arts sect.
The short old man, the young woman in red and the middle-aged couple all looked serious.
They all sensed the mana fluctuations in the sword-browed young man's body.
This sword-browed young man is clearly a cultivator!
Chen Hao also had a look on his face. He didn't expect another cultivator to come.
Counting him now, there are already six cultivators in this small ancestral hall.
However, the sword-browed young man, like the middle-aged couple, is only in the early stages of Qi refining, so there is no need to worry too much.
The tall and thin warrior was already very anxious. Hearing this, he became furious: "Who do you think you are? How dare you look down on us? Kill him!"
He waved his hand.
Immediately, the two white-clothed masters drew their swords and struck out.
Whoosh!
Two lightning-like sword lights struck hard at the sword-browed young man.