Zhao Hai looked at them quietly and said, " "Amitabha. Since everyone has made a move, I won't be polite." After he finished speaking, Zhao Hai moved the Buddhist staff in his hand and swung it towards Hui Kong's shovel.
BOOM! Zhao Hai's staff collided with Hui Kong's shovel. With a bang, Hui Kong's figure was sent flying back, unable to resist at all.
The people who came with Hui Kong were also stunned. At this moment, Zhao Hai suddenly moved. He waved the staff in his hand and hit the person beside him. The person was still in a daze. When he felt Zhao Hai's staff coming towards him, he had no chance to Dodge. He could only raise the long blade in his hand and meet Zhao Hai's staff.
Clang! The man was sent flying by Zhao Hai's scepter. Like a broken sack, he was thrown seven or eight Zhang away. When he fell to the ground, blood was flowing out of his seven apertures, and his eyes had lost their light. It seemed that he was already dead.
