Chapter 320 Branches? Trunk?

Chapter 320 Branches? Trunk?

The young master was good at speed, but in front of Baitiwu, who was also good at speed and even faster, his speed was just a little bit slower. It was this little bit that put him completely passive.

Similarly, Zhao Yushu is good at chopping people, but the prince wears a tortoise shell, so his short sword can't even cut through the armor, and the threat to the prince drops sharply.

If they fight head-on, it won't be difficult for Zhao Yushu to win with a bunch of trump cards. The danger level of this battle is not the highest in Zhao Yushu's fighting career, but he has trump cards and the opponent also has them. Only two of the six horses have awakened, and who knows if this guy pretending to be Taizong will awaken the twenty-four statues to start a fight between civil and military affairs?

He had to keep enough strength to guard against the fake Emperor Taizong. Zhao Yushu became more and more curious about what it looked like under the mask.

"Little Taoist Priest! We are brothers!" The prince felt inexplicably panicked when he saw the little Taoist Priest walking towards him with a gloomy face. Saluzi could still walk but couldn't run. Did he have to dismount and fight the opponent on foot?

"When His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was chasing us to kill us just now, he never thought that I was your brother. By the way, my mother's last name is Li, but my father's is not."

Lightning or a long sword slowly took shape in the little Taoist's hand. The prince swung his sword from top to bottom, and it collided violently with the lightning sword.

Zhao Yushu had to admit that the young Taoist priest was indeed a talent chosen by Longhu Mountain Taoist priest Zhang. Perhaps the old man looked down on him because of the young Taoist priest's character, but his comprehension and strength were indeed beyond reproach. If he were not smarter, he might have been outdone by him.

Old Zhao touched his chin, feeling somewhat proud.

"Now that you have lost your sword, will it be easy for you to use a gun?" Zhao Yushu looked at the scholar riding on the back of Baitiwu. As long as he could limit the opponent's speed, the scholar would not be his opponent.

"This is called a spear." As soon as the scholar opened his mouth, Zhao Yushu wanted to hit him.

"It doesn't matter what you're called. You're also a student of Chang'an Academy. You should know that the world is like this. It's not because of me, but because of people like the Crown Prince. Also, I'm not looking down on you, but you're really no match for me."

The scholar nodded: "I know, but I am a descendant of the Li family."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scholar suddenly turned his horse's head, and the white hooves of his horse blew up a gust of wind and rushed straight towards the young Taoist priest.

He never thought of following Zhao Yushu's idea and exchanging opponents to continue the one-on-one fight. Instead, he went straight to attack the little Taoist priest and take down one of them first.

Zhao Yushu was a little confused. This was the first time that someone did not play according to his expectations and even mastered the secret to deal with him - don't listen to what Zhao Yushu said, just do your own thing.

"Zhao Yushu!" The young Taoist priest saw from the corner of his eye that the scholar was actually rushing towards him, and he felt anxious and angry. If Zhao Yushu was using him as bait, he would probably really die here today.

"Here we go, brother!" Zhao Yushu did not move from where he was, but just put his hands in a childish shape of fingers pointing to the sky and earth. Otherwise, how could Zixiao be among the top five in the world? This move of the incompatibility of heaven and earth is really useful.

The white-hoofed crow neighed and shook its head, as if it couldn't understand how it suddenly flew into the sky. Then it began to flap its hooves frantically, as if trying to get rid of the upward force. Unfortunately, the force came from the ground, and it had nowhere to borrow, so even with a huge force it couldn't exert even a tiny bit.

The scholar jumped off his horse without hesitation and thrust his spear at Zhao Yushu. Since he couldn't get rid of him for the time being, he would try to see if his strength, which was enhanced to the seventh level by Emperor Taizong, could defeat Mr. Six, who seemed to have never been defeated.

The scholar had a thought, and the armor shattered, and the whole person returned to the size of a normal person. The lance also became much smaller, making it easier to hold.

Although the giant has the advantage of size, he seems a bit cumbersome when dealing with Zhao Yushu, who is extremely good at moving in a small area.

Why not let him see the Li family's ancestral charging skills!

The horse lance is very long, at least ten feet long, much longer than a regular spear, and less agile when wielded.

The horse lance is also very heavy and is basically only used in horseback charges. Few people have the strength to use it as an infantry weapon.

But these problems are not problems for the monks.

Zhao Yushu used a flash of light to launch an attack, barely avoiding the cold light that was piercing his face.

The scholar only knows one move, which is stab, thrust, retract the spear, and thrust again, which is somewhat similar to the Shushan swordsmanship.

However, he stabbed too fast and the lance was too long, so Zhao Yushu was unable to get close to him.

"I'm sorry, young man. This is a shameless move."

Another spear came stabbing, Zhao Yushu did not dodge, but directly took out the Dragon Bird.

A familiar feeling of loss of control came over the scholar, and he recalled the scene in the imperial mausoleum where he and the young Taoist priest were tricked by this trick.

The spear head slammed to the ground. Zhao Yushu stepped on the spear head and exerted force with his foot. If the scholar did not drop the spear, he would be overwhelmed. If he dropped the spear, he would be empty-handed and would never be Zhao Yushu's opponent.

But he had no choice but to drop the gun, otherwise he wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

The scholar gave a bitter smile but held the gun tightly, allowing Zhao Yushu's punch to hit him in the face and send him flying diagonally, landing right next to Bai Tiwu who had just returned to the ground.

For the descendants of the Li family, your weapons can be taken away by the enemy, but you cannot throw them away.

Baitiwu lowered his head and nodded to the unconscious scholar, then slowly lay down to protect the scholar.

The scholar got his chance.

The duel between the thunder sword and the long knife reached the final moment. The young Taoist's simple attacks gradually gained the upper hand. There was no other way. Longhu Mountain was best at wave confrontation.

The scholar was defeated, and Zhao Yushu had already rushed to plunder the battlefield. The prince became timid, and the long sword that should have been used for attack was now only used for defense, and his defensive position was gradually lost.

Saluzi was forced to retreat step by step due to the prince's cowardice. Having followed Taizong for many years, she felt a little annoyed by the way he always charged forward without retreating. Finally, after the little Taoist priest put another talisman on her to break the formation, she shook her head angrily and threw the prince off the horse.

Zhao Yushu immediately stepped forward and, together with the little Taoist priest, slammed Saluzi's hind legs with their violent spiritual power, knocking the invincible warhorse to the ground completely.

Saluzi let out an angry wail, twitched on the ground for a moment, and then suddenly turned into rubble. A ray of spiritual light flew out from the rubble and went straight into the body of the little Taoist priest.

The young master opened his arms in surprise. His aura surged and he steadily broke through the threshold and stepped into the seventh heaven.

The sour smell of Zhao Yushu's envy filled the entire underground palace. Even the little Taoist priest got his chance, but he still got nothing. After all, he couldn't touch the Human Emperor Sword, so his cultivation naturally couldn't be improved.

The armor around the prince disappeared, and his spiritual power fell back to the sixth level from the seventh level. There was no longer any hatred in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Yushu, only fear.

However, Zhao Yushu didn't even look at him, but stared at the statue: "Without the knight, are you going to let the remaining four horses charge into the battle on their own?"

The statue sighed, "I never thought that a prince like me would be inferior to a collateral descendant. You are right. Without a suitable knight, my warhorse cannot wake up."

Zhao Yushu breathed a sigh of relief. If this Guidong woke up a few more civil and military officials and then rode on the remaining war horses, he might not be able to hold on.

"So, I will meet you in person." The stone statue reached out and took off its visor. Zhao Yushu's hands holding the dagger suddenly tightened.

Under the mask, a dragon slowly opened its eyes.