Chapter 208 Daxia Longque, the soldiers surrender!

Chapter 208 Daxia Longque, the soldiers surrender!

Duan Tiezhu's confused eyes gradually became clear. He raised his head with great effort, looked at the more than ten blood holes on his body, and lay on the ground with a bitter smile.

So this is what the kid meant when he said he wanted to act more realistically. It would be fine if the acupoint pressing turned into sword stabbing, but did he even deliver a few more sword strikes just to prevent others from noticing the clues?

"What's going on? Why has it become the fourth level again?" A cultivator blinked his eyes. This kind of failure in advancement is really rare. There is no such thing as heavenly calamity in this world.

The owner of Wangjiang Tower sat in the main seat, frowning as he looked at the dozen bloody holes on Duan Tiezhu's body. Even if Mr. Liu had shown mercy, these dozen wounds were serious injuries. Even for a cultivator, he would not be able to recover to his best condition without lying down for half a month or a month.

But if he showed no mercy, wouldn't these dozen swords not kill one person? Before, he killed one person with one sword.

"Zhao Yushu! So what if you win? Why do you have to humiliate my disciples of Wangjiang Tower!" The short and fat elder slammed the table and cursed angrily. In his eyes, Zhao Yushu could be killed but didn't, and instead beat Duan Tiezhu into such a miserable state, obviously wanting to embarrass Wangjiang Tower in front of the world.

The OP narrowed his eyes, so this is what he meant. Mr. Liu is a little narrow-minded.

"Congratulations, Mr. Liu. You will be famous from now on." As the host, the owner of the building bowed first to celebrate. Then he waved his hand and the iron pillar was picked up by a breeze and gently sent to the side. A doctor came forward to take care of it.

Representatives from all factions on the top floor stood up to congratulate. Whether they were willing or not, Zhao Yushu had indeed broken through the seven-story building guarded by all the factions in the southeast. This strength deserves recognition and respect.

What’s even more terrifying is that, until the end, no one knew what Mr. Liu’s hidden trump card was, besides his Shushan swordsmanship and footwork.

The cheers outside the building were getting louder and louder. To ordinary people, the differences among the sects of these immortals were meaningless. They just saw the emergence of another talented immortal, and it was worth it to be able to witness this grand occasion with their own eyes. Of course, they would be even happier if they won a little money from the bet.

The Mirror Flower and Water Moon formation slowly dissipated, and what happened on the top floor was no longer known to outsiders.

Zhao Yushu did not return the greeting. At this moment, his eyes were tightly closed, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. An accident occurred during the battle against Duan Tiezhu, and his spiritual power was depleted too much. The poison had already invaded his dantian, and countless black silk threads were wandering in his qi sea.

The corners of the prince's mouth and Wang Shaolin's mouth curled up at the same time, they finally succeeded.

"Mr. Six?" The host was not angry at Zhao Yushu's impoliteness. After all, he was not the one who poisoned the person, and it would not be his turn to be held accountable afterwards. It was enough for him to fulfill his duty as a host at this moment.

Zhao Yushu's body swayed slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. He saw the host holding a glass of wine and handing it to him: "I am old, and I am very pleased to see you young people grow up. Come, drink a glass with me."

As the leader of a sect, the best master in the southeast, Boss Neijing gives you a small fourth-level toast, how can you not drink?

Zhao Yushu took the wine glass, drank it all, and swallowed the blood in his mouth.

His body swayed again and he seemed about to lose his balance. Wu Ziheng wanted to help him but he stopped him with his eyes.

"Mr. Six, I, an old servant, am so shameless as to offer you a drink as well." The old eunuch behind the prince actually stood up. However, apart from his identity, judging from his cultivation alone, he was one of the only two insiders present. Even the owner of the building did not dare to look down on him.

"Thank you, eunuch." Zhao Yushu took the wine glass and drank it all again.

"Mr. Six is ​​generous and makes me think of Mr. Da. If Mr. Da were here, he would be very happy."

The old eunuch's words seemed to hint at something, and everyone present changed their expressions.

"Wang Shaolin, aren't you coming to toast me?" Zhao Yushu slowly turned around and looked at Wang Shaolin who had a sinister smile on his face. This question immediately froze the smile on Wang Shaolin's face, making him look extremely ugly.

"Boy, you are not worthy to toast Mr. Six." Duke Yue stood up hurriedly and blocked Wang Shaolin behind him.

"If you don't dare, forget it." Zhao Yushu turned his head and ignored him.

"Who said I don't dare!" He's about to die, I'm not afraid of him! Wang Shaolin stood up suddenly, and Duke Yue reached out to pull him, but he was still a step too slow.

"Sixth Master, the banquet is about to begin. It's not very elegant to have a sword stained with blood, so let's put it aside for now." The prince suddenly interrupted. Zhao Yushu looked at the sword, smiled, walked to Wu Ziheng, and handed it to him with both hands: "Thank you, Senior Brother, for lending me the sword."

Wu Ziheng took it and said, "It doesn't matter. It seems that he is being wronged if he follows me."

Zhao Yushu walked back to the center of the hall, unarmed and with unsteady steps, and looked at Wang Shaolin.

Several elders of Wangjiang Tower took off their swords from their backs and placed them horizontally in front of them. If Zhao Yushu dared to act rashly, their swords would chop him down at the fastest speed.

Wang Shaolin poured himself a glass of wine with trembling hands, and encouraged himself as he walked. He was about to die, he could not even stand steadily, and it seemed as if he had walked for a year just a few steps.

Zhao Yushu kept smiling as he looked at Wang Shaolin who finally came to him and pointed at his body: "Do you know whose blood this is?"

Wang Shaolin nodded subconsciously, then immediately shook his head desperately, spilling half of the wine in the glass.

"Please, Mr. Liu, drink this cup to its full potential!" Wang Shaolin tried hard to control his trembling teeth, and spoke each word with almost gritted teeth.

Zhao Yushu shook his head: "You are wrong. You shouldn't respect Mr. Liu."

Wang Shaolin looked up blankly.

Zhao Yushu took out a wooden sign from his waist, on which was engraved the emblem of the White Horse Academy. "I remember that on the first day of school, I was late and was punished to copy the rules of the academy ten times. Ha, I was deeply impressed. One of the rules was that if you damage your identity card without permission, you will be deemed to have been expelled. Do you know what it means?"

All the guests suddenly had a bad feeling.

Wang Shaolin shook his head mechanically, and a chill enveloped him.

Zhao Yushu took the wine glass from his hand with one hand and held the wooden sign with the other hand: "You toasted to the wrong person. You are not toasting to Mr. Six of the Academy."

With a crisp sound, the wooden sign of the academy broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"From this moment on, I am no longer the Sixth Master of the Academy. I am just Zhao Yushu."

After drinking the cold wine, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

The four elders simultaneously stretched out their hands to grasp the hilts of their swords and leaned forward. In the next moment, their monstrous sword intent would surge over and force Zhao Yushu back.

Zhao Yushu was determined to kill him after he crushed the wooden sign and left the sect. If he didn't take action now, would he wait for him to punch the young duke in the head in front of so many great monks?

Apart from them, no one would take action. The owner of the building respects his status, and the old eunuch is only responsible for protecting the prince. The cultivators from other sects would never dare to stop the people from the academy in the territory of Wangjiang Building.

An ancient dagger appeared out of thin air in Zhao Yushu's hand, and the two inner scenes showed shocked expressions for the first time.

He didn't have a storage bag on him, so where did his knife come from?

The four elders did not raise their swords. The weapons that had been with them for decades seemed to have their own spirits. They lay in front of them and trembled. No matter how hard their masters tried, they could not move at all.

The Great Xia Dragon Bird, all the soldiers surrender!