Qian Gun was stunned.

no!

Brother Hao, is the Kendo Throne you’ve seen a parallel import?

The person I met at the foot of the mountain is not what you said!

Qian Gong was going crazy.

He also wanted to persuade Kerong Dahao not to give him a chance to shake the morale of the army.

"Qian Gong, step back!"

A warm big hand pressed his shoulder, and Qian Gun understood that it was useless for him to talk too much, and he had the tendency to enhance other people's ambitions and destroy his own prestige.

"Brother Hao, I..." Qian Gun hesitated.

"I understand."

Rong Dahao whispered, his eyes complex.

How does he actually not know how powerful the Kendo Throne is?

However, if Mr. Xu wanted him to surrender, he would not be able to do so even if he was beaten to death.

This is no longer about the Yunlun Mountains trial battle, it is about ghosts and beasts, and it is absolutely impossible for Rong Dahao to work under that Xu Shao.

"Thirty Grandmasters, follow me down the mountain!"

Give an order.

Rong Dahao and his men flew out of the spiritual formation in a roar, broke through the clouds and mist, and left Luoyun Peak at lightning speed.

"Come on, boss!"

"rush!"

"Kill them all!"

The trialists who were still staying on the top of the peak had no idea of ​​the pros and cons involved.

They only know that they still have thirty grand masters, and in the Yunlun Mountains, they are a force that kills gods when gods block it, and kills Buddha when Buddha blocks it.

Master Xu is the king of swordsmanship?

How much can he achieve with just one throne?

Besides, in this cloud realm world, there is the throne of swordsmanship, and even if it is pushed to death, it can only use the power of the peak of swordsmanship.

And the Grandmaster?

We have thirty people!

Quantity of crushing!

…

At the foot of the mountain.

"Sit down and form a group!"

Zhao Xiu kicked each of the nine great master prisoners of war, gathered them together in the prisoner of war camp, and sneered: "When will you understand where you really want to go, you can get out of this place."

"Master Xu has let us leave!" a master in the prisoner-of-war camp shouted angrily.

"Young Master Xu is kind-hearted and let you go, but we, the Five Tiger Generals, are also capable of capturing you and completely converting you to the Xu Gang." Zhao Xiu snorted, picking his nostrils and flicking.

"You..." The nine great masters all felt insulted.

The King of Hell is not easy to deal with, and the devil is also difficult to deal with.

Why is there so much abuse in this Po-Xu Gang?

But when they thought of the power of Xu Shao's sword, no one had the power to resist and could only pray silently in their hearts:

"Brother Hao, surrender..."

"This Xu Gang is really not something we can mess with..."

The prayer is not even half done.

On Luoyun Peak, the clouds and mist were torn apart to see the blue sky, and dozens of lights and shadows flashed out.

"It's Brother Hao!"

Some of the nine great masters were excited, "Brother Hao is here to save us!"

But soon someone spoke up rationally, with a tone full of bitterness: "Can it be saved?"

The nine people were silent.

Zhao Xiu laughed loudly: "Don't talk about you Brother Hao, the King of Heaven is here, I can't save you now!"

After saying this, he looked in the direction of Luoyun Peak.

Zhao Xiu was startled by the sight of nearly thirty masters.

Do all the people on this peak have such high qualifications?

In just a short while, nearly thirty more masters came down?

Zhao Xiu's heart beat a little faster, but thinking of Mr. Xu, she quickly calmed down.

What about the Thirty Grandmasters?

Mr. Xu, that is an unreasonable existence!

The gods and Buddhas are here. In this Yunlun Mountains, they will all be destroyed by you with one sword!

…

"Master Xu, they are here."

Among the five tiger generals, the other four gathered behind Mr. Xu, and Tai Xing spoke solemnly.

Xu Xiaoshou was a little surprised when he saw that the people above him still refused to surrender.

Are these people really not afraid of death?

Or is it that the person who was put back just now did not describe the battle scene properly?

No matter what, Xu Xiaoshou admired these people's courage to go down the mountain.

But obviously, if you want to win with numbers, it's okay to deal with ordinary people.

Deal with yourself...

hehe!

"You guys, wait here and warm up a cup of tea. I'll come when I go." Xu Xiaoshou turned around and told him.

The four tiger generals looked ashamed, and they all felt the weakness of their own strength.

Sure enough, in the end, Mr. Xu still has to carry everything alone...

"Who is the leader? Tell us your name!"

Xu Xiaoshou stood up and stood above the vast crowd of Xu Gang.

Rong Dahao led many masters to stand out of thin air, and at a glance he could see the scene of the nine masters shaking their heads at him in the prisoner of war camp.

Is it really that powerful?

Rong Dahao didn't believe it anymore. He had never seen the swordsman throne, but he had seen many spiritual masters at the peak of the throne.

Compared to the master geniuses like those in the Yunlun Mountains who are fighting over the ranks, the Throne Spirit Refiner actually only has one more realm and understanding of the Tao.

However, these are restricted by the cloud world and cannot be used at all.

Under these prerequisites, can Mr. Xu be able to kill ten great masters with one sword?

"Rong Dahao!" He turned to look at Mr. Xu and responded, his eyes somewhat solemn.

"It's you?"

Xu Xiaoshou was a little surprised when he saw this fat man in rich clothes and robes.

He knew this man.

That day at the door of Duojin Trading Company, he was following Jiang Xian. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a character, not a soy sauce guy?

"The descendant of Taixu?" Xu Xiaoshou asked, this was the information he got from the prisoners of war.

"I've met Mr. Xu." Rong Dahao nodded slightly, but didn't show much respect, because he came here in a hurry, "I won't talk nonsense. Mr. Xu takes my people, and today I will use the attitude of war."

Give it back!"

Thirty masters move with the strong wind.

Xu Xiaoshou stretched out his hand.

"Wait a minute!"

The void buzzed and trembled. The thirty masters in front were full of fighting spirit, but were suddenly cut off by the sound. They felt nauseated and had the urge to vomit.
To be continued...