Chapter 321: Dragon Slayer
It turns out there really are dragons in this world.
Since ancient times, emperors liked to call themselves the true dragon emperor. But now, a real dragon actually disguised himself as an emperor. This contrast made Zhao Yushu a little uncomfortable.
"Zhao Yushu, if there is nothing for me to do, I'll leave first." The young Taoist priest shuddered when he saw the dragon. He had heard many stories about mountain spirits and ghosts from his predecessors in Longhu Mountain since he was a child, but this did not mean that he dared to confront a dragon head-on, especially a dragon holding the Human Emperor Sword.
"What if there's something good left? Don't you want it?"
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I am content." When Zhao Yushu heard these words, the little Heavenly Master had already turned into lightning and rushed to the gate of the underground palace.
No loyalty! Zhao Yushu cursed secretly, but it didn't matter. The talismans of the little Tianshi, a soft girl player, were all used up. At this time, he had just been promoted to the seventh level and his aura was still unstable. Even if he stayed, the help he could provide would be limited.
Do you want to run away too? If you run away without being beaten, the teacher will throw you back if he finds out.
And I have Minghong in my hand, so I am not very weak against this mountain spirit and monster. Well, Qiulong is also a kind of mountain spirit and monster, right?
"I have slept for four hundred years. I don't understand why you came to disturb my sleep. This idiot said you wanted to rebel, but I don't believe it."
As Qiulong spoke, he stepped forward, the gravel on his body fell to the ground, revealing a complete set of golden armor. If it weren't for the obvious dragon face with chaotic pupils, he really looked like a mighty emperor.
Zhao Yushu used his spiritual power to circulate his eyes, and was surprised to find that Biglaman's Qionglong's cultivation seemed to be only comparable to that of the newly promoted young master. He didn't know whether the rest of the spiritual power was used to suppress the teacher, or was consumed when he summoned the two divine horses just now.
"To put it simply, the current emperor of the Tang Dynasty is no good, causing chaos in the world. This prince is even worse. The two of them killed many people, so I want to kill him. If you accuse me of treason, it's not wrong for me."
Zhao Yushu walked towards him, at a leisurely pace.
If it were only the seventh level, there would be no need for me to escape.
"No, just change another one. There are many descendants of Li." Qiulong said casually, and the trembling prince next to him immediately shuddered.
"How can I explain it to you? I'm afraid you don't understand land annexation. Besides, why must there be an emperor?!"
With a bang, Zhao Yushu crossed his two swords in front of him. The Qionglong, which was clearly more than ten feet away just now, now appeared in front of him and punched the two swords.
Zhao Yushu frowned, took several steps back, and looked at Minghong with some confusion.
Minghong absorbed a bit of the divine power at the moment of contact, but it was very little. It was true that the other party was afraid of Minghong, but not much.
His armor?
This set of armor only reveals the face of the dragon, with the rest of the body covered tightly. And judging from the overflowing golden light, it must not be an ordinary armor.
Zhao Yushu turned the Minghong in his hand. The Qionglong didn't look like a show-off, so it seemed a bit difficult to stab it in the face.
However, why didn't it use the Human Emperor Sword to cut itself just now?
The Qiulong's second attack was still a heavy punch with his right hand. There was no pattern to the punch, just heavy and fast, and the Human Emperor Sword was always held in his left hand.
The punches kept coming one after another, but because his left hand was restricted, his posture was not so steady, and his speed was not so fast that it was unavoidable.
Zhao Yushu slashed wildly in front of him with his two swords, using offense instead of defense, and blocked at least ten heavy punches. At the same time, his doubts became more and more serious.
Zhao Yushu believed that if he, a mediocre swordsman, had the Human Emperor Sword, he would have had at least three chances to severely injure his opponent in the previous duel. If the Human Emperor Sword was not too large and not suitable for the Shushan swordsmanship, he would have had five chances.
But the other party never used a sword.
Another heavy punch came from the front. Zhao Yushu's two daggers disappeared at the same time. He met the blow with his left hand. The vortex of spiritual power was activated, which dissipated more than half of the punch force. At the same time, the spiritual power of the two gods Ming and Hong was activated. With the power of the lake god, he took the remaining punch force. The spiritual power of the mountain god quickly repaired his injured arm.
And his right hand directly grabbed the Human Emperor Sword.
He couldn't touch the Human Emperor Sword at all, but this was what Madam Xu told him, and Qiulong didn't know.
He bet that Qiulong wouldn't dare let him touch the sword.
The Human Emperor Sword suddenly retracted and avoided Zhao Yushu's claws.
Zhao Yushu showed his domineering boss's signature skill, an evil smile, his hands flew, and he used the little-learned Cloud-Exploring Hand to frantically grab the Human Emperor Sword, reversing the offensive and defensive momentum.
The Qilong was very afraid of touching the Human Emperor Sword, and it had never used the Human Emperor Sword to cut anyone. What did this mean? It meant that it could not use it, or that the Human Emperor Sword could not cut anyone at all.
Either way, it's good news for you.
Zhao Yushu reached out to grab the sword again, but Qiulong reacted very quickly and made him miss again. However, he felt his right hand tighten. Zhao Yushu did not continue to chase the sword, but grabbed his right arm.
The spiritual power vortex and the spiritual snake were activated together. Zhao Yushu did not have the old eunuch's ability to turn the enemy's strength into his own. If he only used the spiritual power vortex to consume the enemy, he would definitely be the first to fall apart due to his weaker cultivation.
But the purpose of the vortex is to prevent the opponent from accumulating strength temporarily. The real killer move is the spirit snake that follows closely.
The spirit snake bombarded the Qilin dragon's chest. The armor flashed with golden light, and most of the spirit snake was shattered. The remaining power was not enough to cause damage to the Qilin dragon.
Although the threat was not great, the sudden attack caused the Qionglong to lean back unconsciously. When it turned its head back, a golden dagger emerged from Zhao Yushu's right hand and pierced its eyes.
Qiulong roared loudly, and Zhao Yushu felt his head suddenly dizzy. Although he regained consciousness instantly, he was still scared. This brief dizziness was enough for the opponent to complete a move in the fierce fight.
However, Qiulong did not seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to severely injure Zhao Yushu, but retreated step by step, with each step flashing more than ten feet away. When Zhao Yushu recovered, Qiulong had already retreated behind Taizong's coffin.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Zhao Yushu shook his head. The Qionglong's lion roar was indeed powerful.
"I don't know what to be afraid of."
"No, you are afraid of me. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of the sword in my hand, or are you afraid that I will take away the Human Emperor Sword?"
Qiu Long let out a long breath: "I will not give you a chance."
A golden mask slowly took shape in its hands, and the Qionglong put the mask on its face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
In Zhao Yushu's eyes, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured back into the underground palace from the ground and poured into the body of the Qilin Dragon. It has now climbed to about the eighth level. If it is allowed to continue absorbing, it is hard to say whether it will not reach the state of perfection in the external scene.
The old man swung his right hand in front of him, and it was as if a rushing river appeared, pushing the two deputy envoys aside. Then he frowned, and suddenly retracted his left hand, which had been behind his back, and struck forward with a palm. Cracks appeared in the air, and the sword of a deputy envoy who was entangled with the wolf girl in the distance was shattered.
"Oh, my good disciple, you have helped me share 10% of my strength!"
In the underground palace, Zhao Yushu took a deep breath.
"It's not you who gave me the chance." Zhao Yushu's left hand transformed into Assassin: "It's me who won't give you the chance."
Spiritual energy surged in, and boundless darkness instantly enveloped half of the underground palace.