After seeing the man's appearance clearly, the green-faced scholar was startled.

"You... Why didn't you die?"

Xiao He's shirt had already been torn, revealing solid muscles, and the wound on his chest was also rapidly healing by the mana.

His eyes gradually turned fiery red, and circles of black and gold marks slowly crawled all over his body, and he smiled slightly, revealing a pair of frightening fangs.

Xiao He intended to stimulate the demon race's qi sea, just to verify its power, and sure enough, the demon race's self-healing ability was perfectly displayed, and after this demon transformation, his reason was not affected at all, which also made him overjoyed.

The magic power mixed with the pure yang power spread all over the body, and as soon as Xiao He stretched out his hand towards the position of the blood drinking knife, the magic power sucked it over.

The blood-drinking knife sensed this burst of demon aura, and the demonic aura all over his body was great, and the bright red sword qi rushed straight out more than two feet, but it looked even more domineering and bloodthirsty.

The owner of Qinglong Village was also surprised after confirming that person was Xiao He, but he didn't have time to think about it at this time, because the strange energy remaining in his body was enough for him to have a headache.

The ten swordsmen pointed their swords at Xiao He one after another, and after seeing Xiao He's appearance clearly, no one dared to attack rashly.

"I see... The person who killed Mei Seven is really shrewd, your abacus is good, you want the two of us to fight to the death, and then sit and reap the profits... It's a pity, but Lao Tzu can't let you get your wish!"

Xiao He deliberately released the magic pressure, and the circle of magic energy fluctuations dispersed, making everyone's sea of qi surge.

"You... What's the matter with this aura on your body? Are you a demon? No... The previous strength was still normal, and you even hid your strength?" The green-faced scholar felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, and his palms were sweaty unconsciously.

"My feelings tell me that although you are hidden behind the owner of the Green Dragon Village, you are much more dangerous than him... In the battle that followed, I didn't use all my strength, but you were defeated, and when the owner of the Qinglong Village and me fought to the death, my spiritual sense sensed your breath at the same time, and you didn't come to help from beginning to end... Isn't that weird?"

Xiao didn't rush forward in a hurry, but he deliberately said this, because he wanted to put some psychological pressure on the blue-faced scholars.

Sure enough, the green-faced scholar's forehead began to sweat incessantly, and the sword in his hand also trembled:

"Did you doubt me from the beginning? Even when you were fighting the owner, the spiritual sense was still aware of it? It can't be!"

It is unheard of for an early Martial Venerable to have a tie with a Martial Saint, and Xiao He can still have the energy to control his spiritual sense when he is fighting, which is even more terrifying for a green-faced scholar than seeing a ghost in the day.

"There's a lot more to the impossible... Ugly monster, Lao Tzu wants to ask you, did you instruct that swordsman to kill Xiao Tiantang?" Xiao He asked with a fierce light in his eyes, staring straight at the blue-faced scholar.

The green-faced scholar was frightened, but he began to laugh desperately, and the half of the green-faced face suddenly became more eerie and terrifying.

"Xiao Tiantang? I remembered that the swordsman who didn't know the height of the sky was against me at every turn, and I paid a lot of money to buy his good brother... Hehe... However, the swordsman is also dead, and I have a lot of peace of mind. It's such a good deal, that's why I remember it so clearly..."

Xiao He's teeth rattled, he really couldn't imagine that there were such vicious people in this world.

The green-faced scholar knew that Xiao He would definitely fight to the death with him today, so he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and yelled at the ten swordsmen around him:

"Give it to me! This kid has a terrifying skin, and his skills are only in the early stage of Wuzun... If any of you kills him, I will ask for merit for him before the altar master."

Hearing this, the ten swordsmen came to their senses, holding their long swords in their hands, and rushed towards Xiao He in unison.

Xiao He's spiritual sense had already locked the movements of these people, and he could even sense the movement trajectory of each person, a trace of fierceness appeared in his eyes, and his feet flashed, like a streamer shooting towards the ten people who attacked.

"Boom..."

The streamer flashed over the bodies of the ten swordsmen, staying on the side of the blue-faced scholar in less than a breath.

The ten swordsmen felt something strange in their chests, and they all stopped and looked down, and at this moment, waves of blood poured out desperately and sprayed their faces.

"Ahhh

The wails continued, and the swordsmen tried their best to stop the bleeding for themselves, but to no avail, the blood rushed out, and in a short time everyone was washed by the bright red and fell.

The whole process of making a move was less than a breath of effort, and even the demon knife in Xiao He's hand was not stained with blood. Xiao He smiled at the blue-faced scholar, raised the tip of the knife, and pointed it at his head.

"The next one is you, don't worry, Lao Tzu will let you feel it well..."

The green-faced scholar swallowed his saliva in horror, kicked his feet, retreated again and again, and flashed out of the study, wanting to shout for help.

"Poof..."

A black flame dart went straight through his neck, corroding his vocal cords, and the blue-faced scholar covered his neck, but he couldn't make a sound of "ahhhhhhhhhh

However, some swordsmen nearby noticed that something was not quite right and surrounded them.

"Ahhh

The green-faced scholar pointed behind him, trembling to tell the others where Xiao He was.

"Who are you, and why are you in the owner's study?"

Several swordsmen drew their swords and pointed at Xiao He one after another.

Xiao He walked over slowly and laughed evilly:

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way..."

Seeing that everyone was suppressed by Xiao He's momentum, the green-faced scholar jumped to the eaves with a burst of strength under his feet.

Seeing that Xiao He didn't chase after him, the green-faced scholar breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to other eaves in the distance with a few jumps.

Just as he felt that he was escaping, the green-faced scholar's left foot seemed to be stepping on the air, and he stumbled to the ground, and then the pain in his heart came, making him can't help but snort.

The green-faced scholar glanced at his left leg, but it was empty, and the blood flowed out at this time.

His left leg was falling from the eaves a foot away.

A figure of despair flashed before him, the knife in his hand unbelievably fast.

"I told Master, next time, I must bring him something..."Xiao He slowly walked in front of the green-faced scholar and slowly squatted down, "Do you want to know ?...?"

The green-faced scholar shook his head desperately, snot and tears flowed wantonly, and his eyes were full of fear.

"That swordsman, I cut off his head and placed it in front of Master's grave, and now, it's up to you..."

Xiao He's blood-red eyes showed ruthlessness, his hand rose and fell, and a good head flew up, outlining a magnificent curve with bloodstains.

The head fell to Xiao He's side impartially, he grabbed it with one hand, and then took it, and the frightened eyes blinked, and gradually dimmed.

The green-faced scholar's Yuan Shen swayed and broke free from his body, and was about to fly away, but Xiao He had already expected that in a flash of the knife, the Yuan Shen would be broken into countless pieces and scattered.

"Dirty Yuan Shen, Lao Tzu doesn't bother to suck it..."