Chapter 205: Killing 1 person with 1 sword
The square was filled with disciples from Wangjiang Tower and other sects. They were not qualified to guard the seventh floor and could only watch the ceremony here.
And when the blood-stained Mr. Six walked past them, everyone subconsciously held their breath. The strong murderous intent stung everyone. Who was he targeting?
Although He Yuyao lost two games in a row, she still firmly believed that she would catch up sooner or later. But today, she stood in the front row, watching Zhao Yushu walk past her without looking away, and finally realized that let alone catching up, in the next few years, she probably wouldn't even have the courage to draw her sword in front of him.
The fifth elder of Wangjiang Tower stood downstairs, holding a scroll in her hand. Looking at Zhao Yushu approaching step by step, she was inexplicably nervous.
"Mr. Liu, this is a life and death agreement. Once you sign it, your life and death are at your own risk." The bloodstains on the white clothes made her not even say a polite word, and she hurriedly handed over the scroll.
Zhao Yushu opened the scroll, signed his name casually without even looking at it, and walked into Wangjiang Tower.
The one on the first floor was a disciple of the Guangling sect, holding a judge's pen, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and his hands were as swift as thunder.
He is the best of the Guangling sect and the hope for the sect's future. After a few years, he may have a chance to compete for the position of the sect's leader.
Although I was ranked last this time, it was also because I was still young. However, the fact that I broke through that hurdle and entered the fourth level at such a young age was a proof of my strength.
"Give up, I don't want to kill you." Zhao Yushu looked at the stairs behind him, which led to the second floor.
The monk wanted to laugh, and wanted to scare people just because there was some blood on his clothes? Which monk present had never seen blood?
"Humph, you are indeed a member of the academy, you are really good at talking. It is still unknown who will become famous today. Prepare to die!"
As long as he kills Mr. Liu today, he will be the best young talent in the southeast, or even the best young talent in the world!
Lightning flashed, and a pair of judge's pens were like two silver snakes, hitting Zhao Yushu's chest and dantian from top to bottom. Mr. Liu only had a long sword. No matter which one he blocked, he had countless follow-up moves, pressing forward step by step, and every move was fatal!
Zhao Yushu withdrew his hand from the hilt of the sword and walked towards the second floor.
The Guangling representative in the top-floor lobby suddenly stood up with a cry of "Ah!" and pointed at the water curtain in the hall with trembling fingers. He was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
With a thud, the monk guarding the first floor fell to the ground, blood gushing out of a bloody hole in his throat. There was no surprise in his eyes, but rather full of fantasies and complacency about becoming famous after the victory.
The whole city was in silence. Even low-level cultivators could not see the sword skills clearly, so mortals like them naturally could not see any clues. They only saw the cultivator rushing forward and then falling to the ground.
Zhao Yushu didn't even seem to draw his sword. He just walked past the monk and went up the stairs without looking back.
The monk on the second floor looked at Zhao Yushu who was slowly walking up to him, and his hands holding the spear felt a little clammy.
A group of monks from the same floor came from Guangling with him, but they were not from the same sect.
The two had sparred with each other more than once. Although the opponent's skills were slightly inferior to his, it was definitely impossible for him to defeat him in one move. Even if they really fought to the death, the outcome was hard to predict.
And such a person died directly at the hands of the other party, and he didn't even see how he drew his sword!
This must be the Shushan swordsmanship. It is said that all the teachers in the academy have unique skills. This Mr. Six does not even need to show off his own skills. Can he win with just the Shushan swordsmanship?
"Give up." Zhao Yushu looked at the young man in front of him with flickering eyes and repeated half of his previous words.
If we had met on an ordinary day, I would have just admitted defeat. It is not shameful to lose to Mr. Liu.
But this is Wangjiang Tower, and all the cultivators in the southeast are watching him. If he admits defeat today, he might not even be able to return to Guangling, and his master would slap him to death here.
A disgraceful thing.
"It's just a death." The monk with the spear shouted, and the spear flew like a dragon, rushing towards Zhao Yushu.
He was greeted by a flash of sword light.
There was a hint of unwillingness and a hint of relief in the eyes of the gun-wielding monk.
A cultivator on the top floor crushed the wine glass in his hand unconsciously and lowered his head in great sorrow. It was too fast. He didn't believe that anyone in the Fourth Heaven could block the swift sword of Mr. Six. It was just a matter of a move earlier or later.
Is the academy really that powerful?
Zhao Yushu walked towards the third floor.
It seemed that there was no one guarding the building in his eyes, only the stairs.
At the end of the stairs was the person he wanted to kill.
You don't have to kill the people before you, just get out of the way of that staircase.
But you just won't let me.
Zhao Yushu's calm eyes and the bloodstains on his body were reflected in the water curtain.
The prince's eyes twitched and he subconsciously turned around to look at the kind-looking old eunuch and breathed a sigh of relief.
The princess clenched her hands in her sleeves slightly, then she frowned and thought for a while, and after confirming that she had been on good terms with Mr. Six before, she loosened her hands.
Duke Yue was extremely rude and poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all. Then he glanced at the elders in Wangjiang Tower and closed his eyes and stopped looking at the water curtain.
Wu Ziheng had a solemn expression. Zhao Yushu had already reached the third floor with steady steps. Others could not see any problem, but he could hear that Zhao Yushu's footsteps had become a little heavier.
The poison was trying hard to get towards his dantian, and every time he struck out with his sword, the poison would penetrate deeper.
Zhao Yushu raised his head and looked at the stairs. There were four more floors above, so he should be able to make it in time.
The monk on the third floor had dry lips and looked up as well, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
Zhao Yushu stopped, as if waiting for him to finish his request.
After a moment, the monk lowered his head in despair. No news came from the top floor.
"Give up." Zhao Yushu said as usual.
The monk shook his head in frustration: "Chen Zheng of Pingjiang Prefecture, please give me some advice, Mr. Liu."
"Chen Zheng, I remember this, please."
Zhao Yushu slowly drew his sword, and everyone finally saw him draw his sword.
Chen Zheng took a deep breath, and everything he had learned in his life flashed through his mind. He had many ways to deal with the fast sword, but he believed that any of them would be useless here.
As a monk and a swordsman, being able to die by a fast sword is a kind of happiness.
It’s a pity, I originally wanted to climb a higher mountain to see the scenery farther away.
Chen Zheng put away his frustration, smiled, and stretched out his sword. "Since Mr. Liu is good at using the quick sword, then I will also use the quick sword. Even if I am not as good as you, there is no reason for me to be defeated in one move."
The two men crossed each other's swords, and Chen Zheng staggered two steps, covering his neck, looked at the sword in his hand, tried to turn his head and force a smile, then fell to the ground with a bang.
Zhao Yushu did not sheath his sword. He just held the sword and slowly walked up the stairs. A drop of blood slowly dripped from the blade of the sword.
One sword kills one person, one step reaches a higher level.