Chapter 206: Not much strength, enough to kill

Chapter 206: Not much strength, enough to kill

"We throw in the towel."

When Zhao Yushu stepped onto the fourth floor, a voice came from the top floor.

The monk on the fourth floor's eyelids jumped and he looked upward, as if waiting for another explanation.

"I'm sorry, our Tingchao Pavilion is not a famous sect. There are only three or two people in each generation. It takes decades for a good seedling like A Mao to emerge. We can't leave him here."

A white-haired monk on the top floor stood up and bowed to all four directions: "This matter has nothing to do with Ah Mao. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can come to me. Ah Mao, step down and let Mr. Liu go upstairs."

The dark-skinned young man called Amao hesitated for a moment, and finally moved aside: "I'm not afraid of you, but I really can't beat you now. Wait two years, I will go to Dongdu to find you."

Zhao Yushu stopped and smiled at A Mao: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Perhaps he would break his promise again. Zhao Yushu went up to the fifth floor. Senior Brother Wu said that with his Shushan swordsmanship and chess swordsmanship, no one on the fifth floor could stop him. With his fast sword and the advantage of anticipating the enemy, he managed to achieve a brilliant record of killing one person with one sword. However, this kind of glory might stop on the fifth floor.

On the fifth floor was a female cultivator who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with her eyes closed. She only slowly opened her eyes when Zhao Yushu stood in front of her.

"Don't talk nonsense. I won't admit defeat, and you can't even think of defeating me with one sword."

"Then please."

Zhao Yushu held his sword low. In this position, he only needed to apply a little force with his wrist, and the tip of the sword would bounce up and pierce into the opponent's throat at an extremely tricky angle.

The female cultivator stood up. She had no weapon and held Yin and Yang in her hands, which reminded Zhao Yushu of the little Taoist priest who was knocked down by him and had Chengying taken away.

"Please!" the female cultivator shouted, and Zhao Yushu raised his sword, stabbing straight forward, then stopped three inches in front of the female cultivator's throat.

The female cultivator raised her hands up and down, and the tip of Zhao Yushu's sword trembled in the air between her hands. The spiritual power between her palms swirled like a vortex. If Zhao Yushu hadn't forcibly controlled it, the sword would have been swept away by this spiritual power.

The long sword was pulled back suddenly and stabbed straight again. A palm wind mixed with spiritual power attacked and knocked the long sword off course. Then another vortex of spiritual power came, forcing Zhao Yushu to withdraw the sword again.

Zhao Yushu had to admit that he had met a strong enemy. It was not that this female cultivator was so powerful. Under normal circumstances, Zhao Yushu would have many ways to defeat her. But now what he feared most was encountering an opponent who was good at defense but not attack.

With every sword, the poison spreads. If he delays any further, he will be killed here.

Most people on the top floor breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure brought by Zhao Yushu killing a person with one sword was too great. If he was allowed to kill people like this all the way to the seventh floor, Wang Shaolin would probably be scared to death.

Fortunately, someone was finally able to stop him. Even if he couldn't win, at least he broke his momentum and prevented the academy from producing another myth.

Wang Shaolin and the prince looked at each other secretly. No matter how the two fought in other places, they were definitely firm allies when it came to dealing with the academy. The poison in Zhao Yushu's body was caused by the joint efforts of the two.

As long as the cultivator on the fifth floor could delay a little longer, even if Zhao Yushu could reach the seventh floor, he would definitely not have the strength to do anything else. He would be lucky to be able to survive.

But Zhao Yushu’s best skill was never swordsmanship.

It's body movement.

When the fleeting shadows were activated, the female cultivator only felt that Zhao Yushu's figure was everywhere, and the long sword was coming at her from every angle. She had to use both hands at the same time to really block the long sword, and the most she could do with one hand was to change the direction of the sword.

With a scream, the female cultivator fell down, holding her shoulder. Zhao Yushu turned around and continued to walk upwards.

"I haven't lost yet!" The female cultivator suddenly pounced on him from behind, then fell to the ground, her eyes wide open and a red spot in her throat.

A Taoist priest on the top floor sighed, walked down the stairs slowly, passed the sixth floor, passed by Zhao Yushu, slowly picked up the body of the female cultivator, and walked out of Wangjiang Tower step by step.

There is a swordsman on the sixth floor. According to Senior Brother Wu, this man is a casual cultivator, so there are no senior masters from his sect on the top floor, only his employer.

Of course Li Tong would not admit defeat on his behalf. Since he had already taken the money, there was no reason for him to give up.

The swordsman sucked his teeth and said, "I will use a special move. If you block it, even if you win, if you can't block it, you will die. How do you do that?"

"it is good."

Zhao Yushu knew that the other party was trying to find a way to help him quickly win the sixth level. He must have heard from Senior Brother Wu. However, due to his employer's concern, he couldn't do it too obviously, so this move would be extremely difficult to deal with.

The two men stood opposite each other, and the swordsman had a solemn expression. Even if Wu Ziheng didn't say anything to him, he didn't intend to fight to the death with the Sixth Master of the Academy, not because of the other party's identity, but also because he felt inferior to him.

If he only relied on the Shushan sword technique, which he was very familiar with, he would have a 60% chance of defeating Zhao Yushu if the two of them really faced each other. However, even a fool knew that Mr. Liu could not know only the Shushan sword technique.

Even swordsmanship is not the other party's strong point.

The swordsman asked himself that the only way he could survive as a casual cultivator was by hiding himself. Risking his life to test the opponent's trump card was such a stupid move that only young people who had been brainwashed by the sect's top leaders would do.

The swordsman took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged, pouring into the long sword in his hand like the Yangtze River.

Zhao Yushu remained motionless, allowing the other party to accumulate strength.

"This move is not easy to deal with, Mr. Liu. If you really don't know how to deal with it, you can just dodge it." The swordsman reminded him, and his spiritual power gradually subsided and the accumulation of power was completed.

In the lobby on the top floor, Wu Ziheng looked at the behavior of the swordsman in the water curtain and felt quite nervous. Even if he had greeted him, this little brother who was known for his unruly nature would not let him go easily.

I hope Junior Brother Zhao can see through the mystery of this move.

The swordsman raised the long sword above his head and shouted loudly. A golden sword shadow that was magnified dozens of times fell from the sky and created the world.

Anyone facing such an astonishing sword shadow would subconsciously dodge, and no one would think that they could withstand such a powerful move.

Zhao Yushu did not dodge or evade.

The long sword stretched forward, and with a soft "puff" sound, the swordsman covered his stomach and took three steps back, then sat down on the ground: "That doesn't make sense!"

The terrifying and huge golden knife shadow disappeared silently, as if it had never existed.

"How could you possibly see through that?"

"What have you seen through?" Zhao Yushu replied softly as he slowly walked past the swordsman and headed towards the last floor.

"How do you know it's fake?"

"I do not know."

Zhao Yushu's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs. The swordsman scratched his head, puzzled.

Zhao Yushu really didn't know, but facing such a terrifying attack, the four magical weapons in his body did not even give any warning, which meant that the sword shadow posed no threat to him.

Before making his move, this kid reminded himself that he could dodge. Zhao Yushu didn't believe that he would go easy on him in front of the princess. This statement was more than 90% misleading.

The knife shadow is misleading, and dodging is also misleading, so you just need to stay still and wait for the opponent to come to you.

Sure enough, this swordsman used the same method as himself, close combat sneak attacks, but Zhao Yushu relied on his body movements, while he relied on illusions.

Fortunately, this floor did not consume much of his energy, but there was not much energy left. Zhao Yushu sensed that the poison was approaching his dantian.

Fortunately, although there is not much strength left, it is enough to kill someone.