Chapter 92 Peeping
With a clang, the sharp claws chopped on the sword, making a sound of metal clashing.
The huge impact force made Zhao Yushu's arm numb, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
In terms of strength alone, this old witch is not inferior to a cultivator of the second level who specializes in physical training!
"Fuck, you Wolverine!" Lao Zhao swung his arms. Strictly speaking, he was an agile type and it was unwise to fight against a strength-type hero head-on. Moreover, seeing that the old witch's eyes were bloodshot and she kept roaring, it was obvious that she had already lost her mind.
An assassin goes head-on with a fearless tank that's firing on all cylinders? Am I stupid?
So the old witch pounced again, and Zhao Yushu disappeared in front of her eyes in an instant. The next moment, the fire-patterned sword cut across from behind.
Old Zhao avoided the fatal attack on the back of his neck. The old witch was still useful, and even if he wanted to kill her, he couldn't kill her now. Zhao Yushu still needed to get something out of her, or even find out the mountain god behind the scenes through her.
With a bang, the old witch was knocked away by Lao Zhao's powerful attack. A hole was cut in the coarse cloth on her back, and sparks flashed at the torn place. It was the fire aura of the fire-patterned sword.
However, the old witch's skin was not even broken, and she managed to withstand the attack with her flesh and blood.
Zhao Yushu was no longer calm: "Golden Bell Cover?"
Old Zhao looked at Madam Xu on his left hand and fell into hesitation. The fire-patterned horizontal sword couldn't break the defense, but Madam Xu should be no problem. Madam Xu attacked twice. Once she directly killed the black-clothed man who was obviously very powerful, and once she directly destroyed the protective magic weapon of the little Taoist priest which was obviously extremely valuable. Just in terms of attack power, Zhao Yushu believed that not to mention the old witch, even the mountain god himself might not dare to take Madam Xu's attack with his physical body.
But if this goes on, the old witch will be dead, the purpose of keeping her alive will be defeated, and all clues will be interrupted again.
Zhao Yushu was conflicted, but the old witch was not. After getting up from the spot, she roared, and her nails grew longer. At this time, not only in her eyes, but also in her body, there was blood flowing. Zhao Yushu looked at her carefully and could not help but be shocked. At this time, the spiritual power fluctuations on the old witch's body made it impossible for him to tell its depth.
In other words, in terms of combat effectiveness at this moment, the witch is at least at the third level.
"Fuck!" Zhao Yushu cursed again. He was afraid that he would have to kill him. If he continued like this, who knew if he would continue to advance? Don't fucking make me see the whole interior scene.
But is this really the ability of the mountain god? If he has this ability, why would he bother to use his subordinates to deal with me? Can't he just do it himself?
From the thunder just now to the change of the witch now, Zhao Yushu became more and more confused about the ability of the so-called mountain god behind the scenes.
He didn't have time to think about it. The witch kicked her legs and turned into a cannonball, rushing towards him with a strong wind. Zhao Yushu didn't dare to hesitate. He turned into a residual image, like a ghost in the darkness, and fought with the witch. The flames and the sounds of fighting continued in the darkness.
At the foot of Jiufeng Mountain, in a private manor, two people woke up at the same time with a loud thunder.
"Yuan, what's going on!" A tall young man felt a palpitation for no reason. He walked out of the room wearing his coat and saw his younger brother who also got up and went out. He asked in confusion.
"Brother, I saw an unusual spiritual power fluctuation in the mountains, but I can't see what it is."
The two men were none other than the Nanyang Zhang brothers Zhang Chun and Zhang Yuan, who had been trying to ask Zhao Yushu for the magic weapon outside Longmen. They had recently arrived at Jiufeng Mountain and were resting in one of their family's manors.
"Strange phenomena in heaven and earth, could it be that a precious treasure has been born?" When Zhang Yuan thought of this, he immediately looked at his elder brother with excitement. In the eyes of an ordinary cultivator like his elder brother, this was just a bolt of thunder, and at most he could feel that there was a problem based on his intuition.
But in his own eyes, the fluctuation of spiritual power that almost affected the entire Jiufeng Mountain was a real phenomenon of heaven and earth. This was an opportunity!
"Let's go into the mountains without further ado!" Although Zhang Chun was cautious, he was not a timid person. In addition, there was pressure from his family. Since his brother said there might be a treasure, it was worth a try.
So on a rainy night, the two men, neither riding horses nor bringing any mortal guards with them, each used their own footwork to quickly rush into the mountains.
After escaping from the mountain temple, the female monk wanted to look back several times, but she finally held back because she felt that the hunter's aura behind her was getting stronger and stronger, and it was even the aura of the second heaven. If she turned back carelessly, she would be dragged down and surrounded.
It seems that the only way to break the impasse, apart from escaping, is to kill everyone with thundering means as soon as they are hit, but I am not a demon cultivator, so I can only continue to escape.
How long had he been running? Half an hour? An hour? Even if he had the cultivation of the third heaven, he couldn't run away indefinitely. Fortunately, the roars behind him were getting less and less, and many pursuers had fallen behind. Maybe if he could run for another hour or two, he could set up a stall to track them, find a place to rest, and think about how to deal with them.
Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time. As the female cultivator was running, she took advantage of the moment when lightning cut through the night sky and saw the outline of a building in the deep forest in the distance.
The female cultivator didn't have time to think about it, she turned around and rushed straight in the direction she had just glanced at.
Half an hour ago, Old Zhao relied on his elusive body skills to fight with the witch in a small space. He took back Madam Xu in his left hand and freed his left hand to hold the fire-patterned horizontal knife with both hands. Every time he found an opportunity, he would slash at the witch's wrist or hind leg. Although he still could not break her defense, even if it was a pure blunt attack, after dozens of times, he completely broke several of her bones and crippled her mobility.
The witch screamed and lay on the ground, scratching the bluestone floor tiles with her sharp nails. Even though her legs could not move, she still used her only intact right hand to support herself to get up and pounce on Zhao Yushu.
Old Zhao walked over, stared at the old witch for a while, turned the handle of the knife upside down, and smashed it on the back of the head with a few "duangduang" sounds. The old witch finally fainted. Although the blood in her body was still there, it had become much weaker.
Old Zhao felt the witch's breath and found she was still breathing. Old Zhao couldn't help but give her a thumbs up. Damn, she was really lucky. If he were beaten like this at his age, he would probably have to read a new book and travel through time again.
Having temporarily solved the immediate problem, Lao Zhao sat down on the ground dejectedly, grimacing. In the battle that had just lasted a short while, he had not learned any moves after all, and only acted based on instinct and muscle memory. He was accidentally grabbed on the left shoulder, and five claw marks were so deep that the bone was visible.
Why didn't I think of asking the doctor for some medicine? No, why didn't I buy some medicine for my wounds? Did I read novels for nothing in my previous life? Don't you know that medicine for wounds and knockout potions are must-haves for home and travel?
He could only rely on his spiritual power to repair it. He closed his eyes and rested for a while. Then Lao Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and saw a blue-white figure rushing in from outside the door...