Chapter 110: Fighting against the wind
To deal with a strong enemy, one way is to become stronger than him, and another way is to make him weaker.
Zhang Chun is only at the second level, while Zhao Yushu has a bunch of magical weapons and top-notch skills. Under normal circumstances, he can fight three or five people like Zhang Chun by himself. Zhang Chun has reached his current level purely with the blessing of the Blood God Flower.
Then just cancel his blessing, purification is specifically designed to counter buffs.
If the mountain god had the energy to look after this place now, he might have manipulated Zhang Chun to throw away the Buddhist beads, but now the mountain god is too busy to take care of himself.
Lan Rong's water swords were endless and covered the sky. The rain clouds above his head provided him with a constant supply of water. Although Zhao Yushu couldn't see the specific scene, he could tell from the mountain god's constantly waving and breaking branches that the situation was very favorable for his side.
Zhang Chun was in a daze, but Zhao Yushu was not. As long as the mountain god did not take action, Zhang Chun would be useless. However, before leaving, the messenger from the underworld gave a clear order for the mountain god to kill Lan Rong. It was impossible for the mountain god to be completely defenseless, so Zhao Yushu had to prepare in advance.
Stab him from behind? Zhao Yushu's thought was suppressed as soon as it arose. The messenger just sent a black shadow to the mountain god. He didn't know if it was the same as the previous soul division. But Zhao Yushu didn't dare to gamble and didn't dare to show Madam Xu at this time. If the underworld found Madam Xu and associated her with the Jade Rat, then they would be more than just interested in him.
With the Fleeting Light and Glimpses of Shadows activated, Zhao Yushu quickly shuttled back and forth in the hall, dragging a residual shadow. The silk in his hand was consumed quickly, like a spider weaving a web.
Suddenly, countless tree roots emerged from the ground and instantly turned into a cage to trap Lan Rong inside. The sneak attack that the mountain god had been planning for a long time finally succeeded.
Lan Rong's reaction was very fast. He immediately gathered his flying sword and spun and cut like a windmill. The cage broke with a sound. However, more than ten branches twisted together like spears stabbed at him from all directions.
Lan Rong had no choice but to jump, and there were more branches above his head ready to attack.
Lan Rong shouted angrily, and a circular water curtain rose up out of thin air, protecting his body. A harsh friction sound was heard immediately, and the branch penetrated into the water curtain half a point, but was blocked by the rapidly flowing water curtain and could not move forward even a little.
When masters fight, the outcome can be decided in a split second. Lan Rong had the advantage in the early stages, but he fell into a passive position due to carelessness. Now they can only compete with each other to see how much spiritual power they have.
Zhang Chun gradually woke up, the blood and energy in his body slowly disappeared, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground. Zhang Yuan, who was hiding nearby, hurriedly pulled him to a corner. He was afraid that Zhao Yushu, who was busy setting up the battle formation, would kill him with a knife, so he tactfully threw the Buddhist beads on the ground.
Seeing that his branch spear could not do anything to Lan Rong for the moment, the mountain god let out a hoarse sound, and a black shadow emerged from behind him, turning into a cloud of black smoke and floating towards Lan Rong.
Lan Rong looked at the black smoke slowly drifting towards him in confusion, but his full concentration was now dealing with the mountain god, so he could only watch the black shadow slowly approaching.
The black smoke touched the water curtain, and the airtight water curtain suddenly turned into a pool of black water on the ground where it was touched. Lan Rong was shocked. At that moment, he could not control the water flow. The spiritual power in that piece disappeared out of thin air, as if the spiritual power was corroded?
"Monster! What kind of magic is this?"
Lan Rong was shocked and angry. The black smoke corroded more and more of the water curtain. He kept circulating his spiritual power to repair it, but the speed at which his spiritual power was consumed increased by more than twice. If this continued, his spiritual power would be exhausted in no time.
If I leave now, I still have a chance to get away, and Jiufeng Mountain is not under my jurisdiction. I am just passing by on my way to take office and am helping out of moral obligation. If I leave now, no one can blame me.
Except for his own daughter.
Lan Rong was conflicted. He didn't know whether the person his daughter asked him to save was here at the moment. As soon as he entered the mountain, he went straight to the lair of the mountain god. He only wanted to kill the main culprit as soon as possible and did not even go to take a look at the cave his daughter mentioned.
Why don't we retreat now, go to the cave, rescue the boy and leave?
If that kid was not honest and ran here, then it was his fate and I couldn't blame myself.
With this thought in mind, Lan Rong retracted his hands, and the spherical water curtain suddenly shrank. More than ten spears were no longer blocked, and they whistled and pierced fiercely.
With a splash, Lan Rong's body turned into a ball of water and scattered on the ground, while he himself appeared several feet away.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and saw the figure of a young man walking quickly past the figure of the mountain god.
Lan Rong's eyes twitched, and he immediately matched the strange movement with his daughter's words. It was definitely Zhao Yushu.
When did this kid go in? How come he is still alive and well under the hands of the mountain god?
Why do I see you? Lan Rong was a little unhappy. Should I save him or not?
"Zhao Yushu, come out quickly!"
Lan Rong decided to shout. If the boy had the ability to run out, he would save him even at the risk of getting injured. If he didn't have the ability, then they would just leave it to fate.
When Zhao Yushu heard Lan Rong's shout, he immediately jumped up and yelled, "Uncle Lan, beat him in!"
what?
Lan Rong thought he had heard wrongly. Fight him in? Even if I fight him in, I can't beat him.
"Trust me for once!" Zhao Yushu continued to shout, and the mountain god turned his head and looked at the little flea-like man shouting behind him with some disgust.
Zhang Chun is really a waste! The mountain god had this thought in his mind, and the next thought was to raise his hand and kill all these people.
Spears flew out, and Zhao Yushu tried his best to avoid the deadly attacks that were almost everywhere in his naked eyes. If it weren't for the Shadow Step that allowed him to teleport at the critical moment, he would have been nailed to death in the hall.
The Zhang brothers were not so lucky. One of them was injured and the other was exhausted. Even though the mountain god did not deliberately target them, the overwhelming attack made it impossible for them to avoid being hit. Zhang Yuan howled in pain as he hugged his pierced leg, while Zhang Chun was hit in the stomach and kept spitting blood. It was estimated that he would not be able to hold on for much longer.
"Death, monster!" A loud shout came from outside the temple, and a huge water sword flew through the air and pierced the tall body of the mountain god.
However, the flying branches and spears slowed down the speed of the water sword, and when it reached the mountain god, it could no longer pose a fatal threat and only made the mountain god retreat a few steps.
Just retreated back into the hall.
The mountain god felt that he touched something, but he couldn't see it.
An afterimage came towards him, and the mountain god pulled its branches. The afterimage suddenly increased in speed and barely avoided the pull. Its speed was incredibly fast.
This is definitely not the speed that a glimpse should have.
The mountain god didn't have time to think about it. Zhao Yushu turned in front and rushed back like a sharp arrow. His sword, with a flash of fire, cut fiercely into the body of the mountain god.
The injury was minor, just a scratch on the bark, but the mountain god was frightened and he failed to hit the boy.
Zhao Yushu pulled the silk thread in his hand. He used up all the silk from the heavenly silkworm to weave a net in the hall. His purpose was not to catch the mountain god, but to use it as a tool to accelerate himself.
The fleeting images continued, and when passing in front of the mountain god, Zhao Yushu suddenly pulled the silk thread, a flash of fire, and the second knife!