Above the sky, the shadow of the moon was falling, and a large remnant cloud was being blown by the wind high in the sky.

The clouds are rolling and cloudy, covering the sky and the moon, and the whole earth is also flickering and dark at this time, and the light is difficult to see.

Originally, this should have been a bad weather, but it was the best killing moment for Zhao Hao at this time.

The eyes of innocence were swept away, and the originally dark night around them was as dark as day, and after hearing the warnings of his companions, the surrounding widows who were staggering and rubbing their sleepy eyes became Zhao Hao's best target at this moment.

"Brush~!", Zhao Hao's figure immediately disappeared in place, the long sword in his hand was oblique, and the three of them who were gathered together and looking around were immediately in a different place, from the waist to the neck, and were directly slashed by this sword.

"Ah~~!!" The terrible screams sounded in the crowd, making the widows who got up tremble, and instantly woke up, rolling all over the field looking for their weapons.

"Brush Brush Brush~!"

Zhao Hao was moving rapidly among the crowd at the moment, the sword in his hand kept slashing in front of him, and the huge force of more than eight thousand catties urged the fifty-six pounds and eight taels of long sword in his hand, as if entering a no-man's land, the long sword passed and turned into pieces.

The whole figure was like a violent wind passing through, like flying sand and stones, blood and stumps flew together, there was no one under his hand at all, a miserable howl sounded in the crowd, and the thick bloody air spread around.

The more screams there were, the more panicked the would-be became, and in this dim environment, there were panicked figures everywhere in sight, a chaotic appearance, and all kinds of shouts and shouts were endless, and the camp at this time could be described as chaotic.

Suddenly, a handful of white coaxing powder was tossed high, spreading rapidly with the night wind, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Kill~!!" A murderous sound accompanied by a few hints of charm spread throughout the audience!

As soon as this sound came out, some of the ignorant and dazed Japanese in the crowd almost did not hesitate to raise the bright katana in their hands and slash at the partner next to them with all their might!

"Ah~!どうして (Why)!"

"あなたは何をする (what are you doing)!"

"どうして私を切る (Why cut me)!?"

"あなたは気が狂いましたか(Are you crazy)!!"

"Brush Brush Brush~!"

Three more handfuls of white powder were thrown into the air, it was the obedient powder that Zhao Hao used to extract confessions before, and now it seems that this kind of thing is not only suitable for torture to extract confessions, but also a good choice to create chaos and killing in the crowd in a short period of time!

"Kill~!"

The enchanting killing sound sounded again, this was the voice made by Zhao Hao using his spiritual secret technique hypnotism and the cooperation of the few martial arts true qi.

In the camp, more and more pirates joined in the slaughter, and the scene was chaotic, with screams and fierce roars, blood gushing out, and stumps and severed arms flying wildly.

Zhao Hao was hidden in the dark at the moment, and returned to the place where he first sneaked into the camp, that is, the group of widows who had been cut by him in their sleep and had their throats cut and died silently.

"Don't worry~Don't worry~ Our play has just begun~"

Looking at the chaotic and bloody scene in front of him, Zhao Hao didn't have the slightest intention of not going away, there were already high-level people in the crowd in the distance who were scolding, shouting something, but unfortunately it had little effect, under the spread of obedient fans, how could the red-eyed Japanese who had killed him listen to him at this time.

Zhao Hao waved his hand at this time, held a long javelin in his palm, stood sideways, a cold glint appeared in his eyes, and the spear was thrown out!

"Brush~!" with a soft sound, and the javelin shuttled through the air above the crowd.

It was less than ten centimeters away from the heads of the group of dwarves below, and everywhere they passed, a green poison spread silently.

In Zhao Hao's sight, the javelin was thrown by him horizontally at a distance of more than eighty meters, and a green horse about three or four meters wide appeared, like a mighty green dragon showing its hideousness.

The widows below were within this range, almost killing them, and none of them could hold on to this poisonous fog for three seconds, and in an instant, a death passage constructed by corpses was paved in the crowd!

"Brush~!", "Brush~!", "Brush~!"

Three poison guns were fired in succession, heading towards the most densely populated place among the pirates, still flying close to their scalps.

Everywhere he passed, the green poisonous mist was filled, and the eyes of the would-be robbers below burst out, foaming at the mouth, trembling and falling down, without the slightest power to resist, the screams before death, and the cries for help made this place a veritable Shura field.

You must know that this is the world of Xiaoao, what Zhao Hao is facing now is people, not those monsters in the dark world that have been eroded by the breath of hell, let alone the best professionals, these widows do not have such a strong physique, let alone toxin resistance

Although there is no shortage of legendary poison-avoiding relics in this world, as well as some treasures with the effect of repelling poison, it is obviously impossible for those things to be held by this group of sloppy pirates.

If the true qi of a warrior can barely be used as a resistance layer to deal with various toxin damages, then how many of these people have practiced the authentic internal skills of martial artists?

Besides, even if someone has practiced martial arts internal skills by chance and has true qi energy in their bodies, how much resistance can they have when facing Zhao Hao's poison gun with a toxin damage of more than 10,000?

At this moment, Zhao Hao, who was on the periphery of the crowd, was moving his position while throwing a few poison guns to the opposite side, and with the assistance of the Eye of Innocence, he specially selected the places where those would-be robbers were most densely populated, and occasionally poured a bottle of mana potion into his mouth to replenish his consumption.

"Brush~!" There was a soft sound, and a golden light rose from Zhao Hao's body.

It was the upgraded light of the dark world, and it marked that Zhao Hao had finally risen to the thirteenth level after having experienced enough kills to fill the experience slot.

"Is the speed quite fast, this is level thirteen, the experience of these widows is really good!

Seeing the light of the upgrade coming, Zhao Hao himself was also shocked, not only all the consumption on his body was fully restored, but he also felt a little complacent in his heart.

Holding the javelin in his hand, his eyes were scorching, and he looked at the still chaotic crowd, not like he was looking at people, but like he was looking at a moving bottle of experience.

Feeling the direction of the wind in the surrounding environment, the corners of Zhao Hao's mouth suddenly bent, and he secretly said that even God is helping me, and a handful of obedient powder was thrown directly forward, and as soon as the wind blew, the white powder suddenly unfolded one after another, drifting towards the group of widows.

"Kill~!" This is Zhao Hao's order to the crowd, who was obediently controlled, and he was also cheering for himself.

With a grip of the javelin in his hand, his forearm shook slightly, and the sharp spear turned into a phantom in an instant, and the green horse began to run rampant in the crowd, screaming and wailing one after another!

An hour and a half later, another golden upgraded light rose from Zhao Hao's body again, and a long roar of joy drifted wantonly with the wails of the crowd

Another two and a half hours passed, and a third golden light rose into the air, marking that Zhao Hao had risen to the fifteenth level of a professional.

At this time, the sky has begun to brighten, and a touch of fish maw has faintly risen in the eastern sky, which no longer has too much cover.

In the camp of the Japanese invaders, the dead bodies were already laid all over the ground, and they were mixed with each other, and blood and stumps were everywhere.

There were probably less than four or five hundred of the remaining widows, and these people had become very vigilant at this time, looking at everyone around them suspiciously from a distance.

All of them were red-eyed, half-kneeling, or lying on the stones, panicked, and on guard while looking for the enemy's figure, and finally stopped acting under the reprimand of a man in armor, who was obviously the leader.

And Zhao Hao is hiding behind a half-collapsed tent at the moment, and the original gorgeous Taoist robe on his body has been infected by the blood of the robes, living up to his original demeanor, only a pair of eyes are very bright.

Feeling the direction of the wind around him, Zhao Hao frowned, at this time the hour was close to dawn, and the originally one-sided wind had calmed down, and it no longer had the same momentum as before, and even the corners of Zhao Hao's somewhat wet clothes couldn't blow.

"It's going to be light~ The wind has stopped, so unless I get very close, the obedient fan can't be used at all, and it's useless for the time being, so I can only work hard with the other party in a clear way, do I retreat first to find another opportunity, or do I go all out and take these robbers down in one fell swoop?

There are less than five hundred people~ Well, under normal circumstances, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with this number of enemies, but they are human beings after all, not brainless monsters, and if they don't have the assistance of obedient fans, it may be a little troublesome to come hard."

"Ah~!上の人 (someone on the top) !!"

A terrible scream suddenly spread throughout the audience, and when Zhao Hao weighed the pros and cons, it suddenly attracted everyone's attention, causing all the widows in the entire valley to look in the direction that the man was pointing.

In fact, it is a bit inaccurate to say that this is a valley, and the terrain of the camp is actually closer to a U-shape, and the Japanese army is stationed in this U-shape.

Except for the exit ahead, and the sea a few miles away, there are bare stone hills on three sides.

There are hardly any plants growing on the stone wall, and the hill is about thirty or forty meters high, almost rising from the ground, connecting with the ground of the valley at right angles, and it seems very steep, if you don't go out of the valley, you can only climb up the path on both sides of the hill.

At this moment, the widow who was screaming just now was holding the back of his head with one hand, blood flowing, and the other hand was pointing obliquely at the two figures on the hill, one big and one small, and screaming.

Originally, it was his own night watchman stationed there, but at this time, the army in the camp had already suffered heavy casualties, and it was naturally impossible for this night watchman to survive.

It was the early dawn of dawn, and the light was very dim, and although they couldn't see it clearly, they could be sure that there were two people standing above, with fear and trepidation in their eyes.

Zhao Hao also looked there at this moment, he was different from the full of widows, and with a sweep of his innocent eyes, he confirmed the identities of the two, and immediately rolled his eyes, and secretly scolded the two little girls in his heart for being disobedient, but at this time he was looking for trouble.