Chapter 444: No One Left Behind
If it was Yang He, he would have used the Glimpse of Light now. Zhao Yushu took a step back slightly to give the other party space to escape.
"You bastard, you're not going to be superficial, are you?"
The red mask didn't move, and Zhao Yushu smiled.
However, Zhao Yushu seemed to have guessed wrong again. The other party's failure to move did not necessarily mean that he would not make a fleeting move.
The long sword was raised up, and spiritual power pressed over his head. The opponent wanted to kill him.
Zhao Yushu secretly touched a jade token on his sleeve. Once he crushed it, King Jiang’s two guardians would rush over. With the combined efforts of the three of them, they would most likely be able to keep the red mask.
But if he is really Yang He, then there will be no turning back.
Come, let me see how capable you are and whether you can really kill me.
The long sword was as fast as the wind, and its force was as strong as sandstorms in a dry land. The spiritual power brought up by the sword light made Zhao Yushu unable to stand steadily.
The long sword was as cold as frost, and its speed was as fast as a meteor from the sky. The cold light shining from the tip of the sword was so piercing that the red mask could hardly open his eyes.
A sharp knife versus a sharp sword.
With a loud bang, the two men took a step back at the same time after exchanging more than ten moves. This was also the first time their weapons collided.
It was exactly like the scene when the two of them first met.
Zhao Yushu's arm was covered in blood, with numerous wounds covering his right arm, and his entire sleeve was almost completely cut into pieces.
The red mask's black robe was dark red everywhere, with holes dotted all over the clothes, and the entire front lining was almost completely pierced.
Zhao Yushu did not lose out by exchanging injuries, because he had the spiritual power of the mountain god. In terms of recovery alone, he should be the best among his peers.
But he was wrong again.
The fine scars on his arms were healing quickly, and the bloody holes on the opponent's body were also stopping bleeding and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, even faster than his.
"You are so stupid, there is no way you can be Yang He!"
Yang He was also injured after fighting the big monster once. His breath was weak for a long time before he recovered. He definitely did not have the recovery speed of Red Mask.
However, the Red Mask snorted coldly, took out a porcelain bottle from his waist and squeezed it gently.
The porcelain bottle shattered, and a thick blood mist rose up. The red mask raised its head slightly and absorbed all the blood mist from the edge of the mask.
In Zhao Yushu's eyes, the other party's spiritual power was even stronger.
His conjecture that he didn't dare to test was confirmed by the Red Mask. A monk who devours the spiritual blood of other monks can enhance his cultivation, although it is most likely only short-lived.
"Damn, you're on drugs, right? Then don't blame me for calling for help."
After fighting for so long, even if the man in the red mask is really Yang He, since he has begun to suck the spiritual blood of the monks, he cannot be kept alive.
If you are really Lao Yang, I will send you off myself, brother. I believe you will not blame me.
Zhao Yushu moved his left hand slightly, and the jade token shattered. In the branch rudder, King Jiang's two guardians stood up at the same time and flew over.
The Red Mask glanced at Zhao Yushu's left hand and he knew what Zhao Yushu had done.
He had to go. The current strength displayed by the Red Mask was at most at the level of the seventh or eighth heaven. Zhao Yushu could fight him back and forth in a short period of time without using his magic weapons. If he was not afraid of the possibility that he was Yang He, Zhao Yushu would have directly used all six magic weapons and forced him to show his cards in three breaths at most.
This guy must have a trump card.
And if he were besieged by another person from the Eighth Heaven and the Ninth Heaven, there would be no chance for him to escape.
So he raised the long sword with both hands, and his spiritual power gathered towards the blade frantically.
He's going big.
Zhao Yushu was not very scared, as he had three life-saving steps. It was generally difficult for a move with a forward swing to kill him, but it was very likely that a move with overly powerful power would force him back. For example, when he was in Xiangzhou, the leader of the Golden Sword Sect, Jin Chongyun, used a forty-meter-long sword, which he really did not dare to take.
The purpose of the red mask is also very clear, to force Zhao Yushu to retreat and run away.
Of course, Zhao Yushu would not allow the opponent to use his ultimate skill. Only by taking the initiative to interrupt the spell can he be a qualified assassin.
Then thunder exploded, and Zhao Yushu's figure instantly rushed in front of the red mask.
Then he saw a hint of mockery in the other person's masked eyes.
be cheated!
A red lotus blossomed on the red mask, and the scorching breath instantly ignited several surrounding houses.
Zhao Yushu had seen this move before. Above the big lake, Yang He used this move to catch a big monster that had fallen to the ground. Even though the big monster had reached the Great Perfection of the Outer Scene, it did not dare to fall directly into the lake.
This red lotus is extremely powerful, but its only drawback is that it can only move with Yang He and cannot attack from a distance. If Red Mask directly uses this move to chase Zhao Yushu, he will know what kite tactics are.
However, Zhao Yushu was stupid enough to run into him headfirst.
The petals of the red lotus had already touched Zhao Yushu's figure, but the figure was blurry. The red mask blinked and instantly remembered a martial art.
Zhao Yushu appeared above the red lotus, with a crescent moon above his head.
This technique is quite difficult. Even if Zhao Yushu has a basic understanding of it, he will still need three to five days to master it. These are his exact words.
Fortunately, he did have three to five days to figure it out, and even if he didn't master it, he could still use it.
The steps are strange and elusive.
Under the moonlight, everything is floating light.
Floating Light is not teleportation, it is just fast. It is not as good as Thunder Step for short distance, and not as good as Shadow Step for teleportation, but it is fast without distance limit.
The long sword fell from the sky, shattering the endless moonlight.
With a click, an extremely tiny crack appeared on the blood-red mask.
The cold iron sword that could break earth-grade armor couldn't even pierce the mask!
Zhao Yushu flew into the air, trying to avoid the sweeping sword energy, but the Red Mask could not escape, as King Jiang's two guardians had arrived and were surrounding him from both sides.
"careful!"
Zhao Yushu shouted in mid-air, and Protector Jiang, who was experienced and shrewd, stopped instantly.
Zhao Yushu saw a white bead.
Dragon Ball.
A ray of white light just passed by the weakest old man Jiang and tore a corner of his white robe.
Wherever the white light went, countless houses were pierced through, and screams were heard everywhere.
Old Jiang broke out in a cold sweat. If he had been a step faster, he would have been caught off guard and would have been reduced to ashes by the white light with just one blow.
As he paused, he saw a tornado of knife light pressing down on him.
Zhao Yushu let out a long sigh. Old Jiang had lost the initiative and his cultivation was too weak, so he couldn't stop the opponent at all. He and Protector Wang were too far away.
Old Jiang was frantically trying to block the torrential attack, and could only watch as the red mask forced its way through a gap and swaggered into the shadows.
The three of them looked at each other, and Old Jiang was filled with regret.
"What is that thing that is so powerful?"
"Dragon Ball."
"Dragon Ball?"
Zhao Yushu nodded heavily. The dragon ball was in the hands of the Red Mask. Even if Yang He was not the Red Mask, he would most likely have met with an accident.
"What's next?"
“Maybe, he can’t run away.”
Zhao Yushu raised his hand and looked at the healing wound. The blood had already coagulated. Then he turned to look at Hei Lu: "He shouldn't have hurt me."