Chapter 103 Escape
A breath is a very short time, literally meaning the time of one breath, which is no more than two or three seconds at most.
But for a monk, one breath is too long.
It was not until he discovered that he had made a mistake that Zhao Yushu realized how big of a mistake he had made.
I forgot someone.
A person who is mentioned to his face;
Zhang Chun.
Madam Xu was only one foot away from the fruit core, but she could not move any further. The one-foot distance was like an insurmountable chasm.
One hand grasped Zhao Yushu's wrist. Zhang Chun's body was covered with blood. He stood expressionless beside the mountain god, like a cold-blooded guard.
Zhang Chun was only at the second level, but with the blessing of the blood, even Lan Ling could not see through his cultivation.
If not, he would not be able to hide the truth from Zhao Yushu, let alone block Zhao Yushu's almost certain fatal blow by a hair's breadth.
Maybe it wasn't a coincidence, but it was well prepared.
Zhang Chun grabbed Zhao Yushu with one hand and pulled him hard, then quickly followed and punched Zhao Yushu hard in the stomach. Zhao Yushu's body suddenly bent like a shrimp, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he collapsed to the ground.
But Zhang Chun didn't notice that the moment Zhao Yushu's hand was grabbed, the dagger in his hand seemed to disappear directly, and a slight sound of "click" was heard.
Things happened so fast that Lan Ling didn't have time to get back to help.
This attack was too powerful. Zhao Yushu's physical condition was not good for direct confrontation, not to mention he had been injured before.
The wound on his back tore open again, and blood immediately seeped through his clothes. Zhao Yushu lay on the ground, but a smile spread across his lips: "You shouldn't have let go."
Zhang Chun's mind was controlled now, so naturally he couldn't hear anything. Zhang Yuan was so scared that he ran several feet away and couldn't hear anything at all. Only the mountain god heard it.
The big tree shook, and countless vines swept down quickly, but they were not aimed at Zhao Yushu who was lying on the ground.
Layer upon layer of vines tightly wrapped around the core, building a green armor on the outside.
"Stop him!" An angry shout rang out from the big tree. Zhang Chun was very fast, but when he reached out to grab Zhao Yushu on the ground, he missed.
It's not disappearance. The Shadow Step cannot be performed out of thin air, but Zhao Yushu can fly.
Zhao Yushu pulled hard with his left hand, and an almost transparent silk thread pulled him towards the altar. The moment he was caught by Zhang Chun, Chengying was thrown into the altar by him with the last bit of wrist strength.
With a roll of Tiancan silk, Zhao Yushu grabbed Chengying, and there was no time to change swords. With a wave of his left hand, Chengying passed silently, breaking the branches and leaves of armor one by one.
But Chengying's killing power was far inferior to Madam Xu's. Even with this one strike, he was unable to cut through all the vines, but instead revealed a cross-section covered with copper rust.
It was the broken bronze sword that the black deer used to stab the mountain god.
Zhang Chun rushed over, Zhao Yushu gritted his teeth and rushed forward, his forehead touching the broken surface, blood flowed out directly, and the broken sword was stabbed inward again by this collision.
A howl sounded, and the mountain god tree shook wildly. Zhang Chun pounced forward like a tiger descending from the mountain.
But it was too late.
Zhao Yushu's feet moved quickly and he could use the Shadow Step.
Zhang Chun slammed his head on the altar and roared in anger and confusion, while Zhao Yushu appeared beside Heilu, grabbed Heilu's belt with his intact left hand, and ran towards the gate.
Two points of cold light shot out, one point pierced directly at Zhang Yuan who had just reacted in the distance, and the other point flew towards Zhang Chun who had just turned back on the altar. They were Lan Ling's Emei Spear.
It's a pity that Lan Ling is now at the end of her strength, otherwise, a move like this by a third-level master would not only make Zhang Yuan, a first-level master, flustered.
When Zhang Yuan ran over with sword in hand, he only saw the backs of three people outside the temple quickly disappearing into the darkness.
"Mountain God, do you want me to go after him?"
"No, he stayed."
Zhang Yuan changed his mind and realized that the mountain god was afraid that Zhao Yushu would make a surprise attack, so he stopped talking immediately. However, there was a different meaning in the look he gave the mountain god.
However, this Zhao Yushu was really difficult to deal with. Even under such an absolute disadvantage, he almost made a comeback. If the eldest brother did not have the blood of the mountain god to bless him, the mountain god would probably have been killed by now, and even his brothers would not have escaped.
Is the opponent really only at the second level? What's with his amazing footwork? How does he move in such a weird way?
In the forest, Zhao Yushu ran wildly for half an hour carrying the black deer. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer. He put the black deer aside and leaned against a tree: "No, I can't run any more. They probably don't dare to chase me."
Lan Ling also sat directly beside him: "You can't rest for too long, there are still some hunters outside, I will bandage your wound first."
Zhao Yushu shook his head: "I can still hold on. Bandage Hei Lu first. I feel like his spiritual power is sealed and he can't heal on his own."
Lan Ling nodded, stood up, tore off a sleeve and tore it into strips, applied medicine to Hei Lu's wound and bandaged it, then picked up the porcelain bottle of medicine and laughed at herself: "When my father gave me this, I wondered when I could use it. I didn't expect it to be used up in just a few days. Here, I'll give you the last bit."
Zhao Yushu remembered that he was injured in the left shoulder when fighting the witch, then he was injured in the back when luring the hunter away, and just now he was stabbed in the right shoulder by Zhang Yuan's sneak attack, and finally he was hit hard in the stomach by Zhang Chun. He was hit from front to back, left to right, and this assassin suffered even more miserably than T.
"Hei Lu, can you hear me?" Zhao Yushu helped Hei Lu sit up straight, and Hei Lu blinked.
"It looks like you can hear me. So, I'll tell you a few things. If I'm right, you blink once. If I'm wrong, you blink twice. If you understand what I'm saying, you blink once."
The black deer was stunned for a moment and blinked.
Very good, although the reaction is still slow, but at least I understand it.
"Your spiritual power can still be restored, right?"
That's great, as long as there is hope.
"Sit here for a while, can you recover?"
Two times, well, not possible in the wild, it seems to require special occasions.
"Can we go back to your place?"
The black deer hesitated for a moment, then finally blinked.
What does this mean? Returning to your residence can help you recover, but it is not the best solution?
"Can the mountain god's residence be restored?"
It feels great for once. Well, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. However, this plan has a very low feasibility. Going back now will be a dead end.
"I understand. Go back to your residence and wait for me to recover. I will think of a way to save you!" Zhao Yushu took a breath for a moment, held the black deer in his arms, and ran along the route he remembered with Lan Ling.
After many twists and turns, the three of them finally dived back into the pool. The dim morning light shone into the cave. Zhao Yushu put the black deer on the bed together with the four children who were still unconscious. He could no longer suppress his fatigue and pain.
"Sleep for a while." Lan Ling placed the Buddhist beads in his hand and held his hand tightly. A soft spiritual light emerged. Zhao Yushu forced a smile and closed his eyes slightly.