Chapter 333 Red Skeleton
Zhao Yushu underestimated the heroes of the world.
Strictly speaking, the seventh level of the new emperor Li Huan is not really the seventh level at all. Even if a person as powerful as the scholar was forcibly initiated into the seventh level, he would not be able to exert half of his strength, because he lacks his own perception, and he advanced too hastily, so his foundation is unstable.
Therefore, defeating these two people made Zhao Yushu think that he was invincible at least under the eighth level of the sky, which was a terrifying thought.
If there is a head-on confrontation, it may not be impossible for Lan Rong, a veteran of the seventh level, or several elders of Wangjiang Tower, who have already gained some preliminary understanding of the world, to defeat Zhao Yushu.
The four cultivators who cooperated well with each other, even if they were not at the seventh level, could still display a combat power far exceeding that of Li Huan.
After just one encounter, Zhao Yushu was completely at a disadvantage and his life was even in danger.
The four killers have already started laughing. The Sixth Master of the Academy, who is famous in the two capitals and can defeat the southeast with one sword, is no more than this.
Their smiles were frozen along with the scholar's folding fan.
There seemed to be an invisible weapon in Zhao Yushu's left hand holding the scholar's deadly poison fan. What was even more terrifying was that the trace of purple-black poison on the fan was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was being sucked away by an invisible big mouth.
Chengying greedily devoured the poison, causing the pure black color of the heart poison to have a hint of purple glow.
Zhao Yushu closed his right eye which felt a little stinging, and was forced to tilt his head and look at the burly man on the right with his left eye.
"This sword is made of Kunlun cold iron. Master Zixiao said it has only one characteristic."
Zhao Yushu suddenly exerted force on his hands, and the sound of metal clashing was heard, and the two strange weapons were instantly broken into four pieces.
"Indestructible."
The long sword continued to move forward, and the sturdy man retreated in shock, finally avoiding the sword.
Zhao Yushu's arms are only this long, and the sword in his hands can only poke this far.
With a light "puff" sound, the sturdy man looked at the long sword that pierced through his body in disbelief, staggered two steps and fell to the ground.
Why did the sword get longer?
Of course the sword didn't become longer, Zhao Yushu just threw the sword over.
True Man Zixiao once said that no protective gear below the Earth Rank could defend against this sword. You are just a killer who risked your life to kill Mr. Six of the academy for two Earth Rank treasures. There is no way you are wearing an Earth Rank armor. Do you think you are the Little Taoist Priest of Longhu Mountain?
The scholar tried desperately to retreat, while the old man and the woman tried desperately to move forward to join them.
The scholar's fatal blow was blocked by the opponent with something unknown, and the strong man who was good at using strange techniques to entangle the enemy in close combat was killed instantly by Zhao Yushu's move. All of them were masters who had been famous in the martial arts world for many years, and they immediately realized that the opponent's reputation was not exaggerated. If they turned back and ran now, they would probably be caught up and killed one by one by Mr. Liu.
It would be better to fight to the death. Anyway, he has lost his weapon, how strong can he be with bare hands?
Zhao Yushu was indeed not strong with his bare hands, so a pitch-black dagger appeared in his right hand.
The three of them stopped at the same time. Where did he take out the dagger? And what did he use with his left hand to block the scribe?
"I'm asking a question to give you a chance. Those who are willing to answer can leave."
Zhao Yushu turned Assassin and walked forward slowly: "Whoever offers the reward, don't lie to me. I will verify it."
"He is dividing us, let's attack together!" The old man raised his cane, and a cloud of green mist came out, then immediately disappeared into the air.
Zhao Yushu knew that the poisonous fog had not disappeared, but had become invisible. It would appear at any time according to the old man's needs. The poisonous fog was very strong, and he could not open his right eye until now.
But it seems that I just happen to have something that can be used.
The woman and the scholar rushed up together. The woman just now sprayed a puff of pink fragrant mist at him, but he was quick to see the opportunity and was not hit. At this time, the woman went straight up into the sky and spun in the air like dancing. The pink poisonous mist almost covered an area of several feet.
There is no way to avoid it.
This poisonous fog must be far more powerful than the green fog. Even their own people dare not ignore it. The scholar and the old man flicked their sleeves without hesitation, and a pill fell into their hands. They raised their hands to swallow it.
But it was dark.
Everyone seemed to be suddenly blinded. Even though the darkness only lasted for a moment, it was enough for a lot of things to happen.
The scribe blinked, opened his mouth hastily to continue, but found that there was nothing in his hands.
Zhao Yushu raised his head and swallowed the pill. He swung his left hand and Chengying soared into the sky. Then he exerted force suddenly and the woman in the air screamed and fell down.
The scholar was still in shock as to why Zhao Yushu suddenly appeared beside him. By the time he reacted, the pitch-black dagger was already across his neck.
Cold sweat dripped down his face, his breathing became rapid, and he inhaled a lot of the pink poisonous mist unconsciously.
Just as the old man was about to step forward to rescue him, Zhao Yushu retracted Chengying in his left hand, and the golden Minghong sword came out of its sheath. A golden light flashed, and a ball of green mist appeared out of thin air, slowly floating towards Zhao Yushu.
The old man's green mist moved slowly, relying entirely on invisibility to attack by surprise. At this time, he was discovered by Minghong. The old man acted decisively, grabbed the woman lying on the ground, and turned around and left.
Zhao Yushu frowned and wanted to chase after him, but then he changed his mind and the sword in his hand remained on the scholar's neck.
The scholar was in despair. Once the woman left, the antidote was naturally gone.
"Mr. Liu, you are more skilled. I admire you. Please give me a quick death." The scholar tried to take a few breaths, as if he was restraining something. His whole face had turned red, and the blood vessels were visible.
It looks like the pink poison mist has a horrible effect.
"Why? I might as well watch you die slowly and painfully. Maybe I'll feel more comfortable."
"You! How can you be so cruel as a disciple of an academy!" The scholar's breathing became more rapid, and his skin began to crack. Blood oozed out, and the scholar let out a low cry that was difficult to suppress.
"Answer my question just now and I will give you a quick death. Otherwise, just keep on blaming me and I will sit here and listen."
"You! You! Huh, huh, okay, Xiangzhou, the news was sent by the Xiangzhou Cao Gang, that's all I know, quick, kill me!"
A faint light flashed across the Assassin, and the scribe fell to the ground, holding his neck, with a hint of relief in his eyes.
However, the changes on the scholar's face did not stop. Zhao Yushu took two steps back and watched the scholar's white clothes slowly being stained red with blood. His skin tore like rags, and pieces of flesh and blood gradually fell off.
If Zhao Yushu didn't kill him, the scholar would have to endure all this alive.
After a full quarter of an hour, the scholar's flesh and blood finally fell off, leaving only a skeleton wrapped in a red robe on the ground.
Pink skull.
What a cruel poison.
Zhao Yushu pulled out the cold iron sword from the strong man's body and looked up at Jiufeng Mountain.
The old man fled into Jiufeng Mountain with the woman who was cut by Chengying.
The terrain of Jiufeng Mountain is complex, but for Zhao Yushu, who possesses the spiritual power of the mountain god, it is no different from opening the entire map in the game.
These two people cannot stay.
"Bury them."
Zhao Yushu shouted at the mortals who were huddled together and wailing, then he misstepped and turned into a shadow, chasing after them.
The last time I was in Jiufeng Mountain, I was like a prey.
Today, the identities are reversed.