Chapter 449 Yang He

Chapter 449 Yang He

"Zhao Yushu, it's time to stop playing with you."

The long sword easily blocked the silent flying Chengying. Even though Zhao Yushu had tried his best to hide the timing of Chengying's attack, the opponent's combat experience and combat IQ were ridiculously strong, and it was obvious that he had done in-depth research on Zhao Yushu. Even if it was just combined with rumors, it was enough to guess half of Zhao Yushu's cards.

Red Mask was right. Up to now, he was indeed playing with Zhao Yushu.

He was waiting for someone, and that person has arrived now.

This person is not Zhao Yushu.

A whirlwind of fire rose out of nowhere, and Zhao Yushu barely avoided it with the bang of his Thunder Step. However, it was followed by another fire tornado, one after another, as if endless.

The fire tornado would not only be effective against Zhao Yushu. The block where the two were fighting suddenly became a sea of ​​fire, and cries and screams were heard everywhere.

Zhao Yushu used his sword to split a burning beam and pulled several civilians out of the burning house. The dust on their faces reminded him of the raging fire that shot up into the sky in Nanyang.

The Red Mask was nowhere to be seen, but Zhao Yushu knew where he had gone.

On that day, the Duke of Xiaoguo used a trick to easily destroy Zhao Yushu's efforts. If God had not been unable to bear it and sent down a rainstorm in time, none of the 50,000 victims in Nanyang would have survived.

But today, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, so there will be no rain.

But there is snow.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, not covering a large area, but enough to cover the burning blocks.

Teams of red-clad followers came from all directions, and under the leadership of Sanniang, they organized a rescue effort quickly and in an orderly manner.

Zhao Yushu breathed a sigh of relief. This was Yuezhou, the headquarters of the Red Lotus Cult. He was no longer fighting alone.

Lan Ling landed beside him: "Go and do your thing, Sanniang and I are here."

Zhao Yushu nodded: "I know who the Red Mask is, but I am no match for him now."

Lan Ling manipulated Feixue to suppress the flames and glanced at him sideways: "Although you said that everyone is equal, your life is more important to me."

Zhao Yushu smiled: "I said I would take you to Dongdu to celebrate the New Year."

"I know."

"I never break a promise."

"I know."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Zhao Yushu suddenly leaped into the sky and disappeared under the moonlight.

Red Mask went to East City, but he didn't. It would be useless if he went, because that was not a battlefield he could control.

Zhao Yushu landed in front of the red lotus.

The two monks of the fifth level had just pulled out their swords an inch when their eyes went dark and they fell to the ground.

With a bang, the door of the Holy Red Lotus Temple was kicked open for the first time.

"Zhao Yushu!"

An angry shout came from the temple, and a gust of wind and sand blew towards him like countless sharp blades.

Zhao Yushu was too fast, and the mother-in-law had never thought that someone would dare to break into the holy temple like this. Her mind was still frightened by the two people in the red lotus, so she was a step slower.

Under normal circumstances, one step slower would be enough, but as a senior inner scene expert, even if Zhao Yushu was ten steps slower, he would still be dead, and no matter how great his abilities were, he would not be able to escape.

Zhao Yushu didn't want to escape.

He rushed directly into the red lotus.

Zhao Yushu was very reckless, but he seldom fought a battle that he was completely unsure of winning. At least he thought he was sure of the outcome before fighting.

So when he confirmed the identity of the Red Mask, he was confident this time.

Because he also confirmed the identity of the person in the red lotus.

"Granny, as a guardian of the inner world, you dare not come in?"

Zhao Yushu's clothes were burning, and his tone was full of sarcasm and disdain.

Then, ignoring the angry rebuke from the mother-in-law, Zhao Yushu turned around and walked to the center of Honglian.

"You came."

Old Jiang tried hard to open his eyes and looked at Zhao Yushu with a hint of relief in his eyes.

"I tried my best, but I couldn't wake him up."

Elder Jiang's breath was extremely weak, as if he had consumed far more spiritual energy than he could absorb in a short period of time.

Looking at Elder Jiang, who was about to die, Zhao Yushu tried to force a smile: "Elder Jiang, I'm here, everything is fine."

Old Jiang handed over the silver-white mask in his hand with difficulty: "It is this."

Zhao Yushu sat down cross-legged and took the mask: "I know."

Jiang Lao smiled, his tone firm, yet like a plea: "The Red Lotus Sect is not wrong."

"I know."

"Old man, I'm leaving first."

Zhao Yushu moved his lips but didn't say anything. Two drops of water just flowed out of his eye sockets and were evaporated by the high temperature.

"Go well."

With a loud bang, Old Jiang's body burst into flames and turned into ashes before disappearing into the sky.

Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand but caught nothing.

The man in red robe in front of him still had his eyes closed, as if he knew nothing about the outside world and would never wake up.

"Old Yang, I found you."

Arrows fell from mid-air, hitting the bluestone slabs and making a series of clanging sounds.

Zhu Xian looked at the thin figure standing outside the city gate and felt a wave of despair in his heart.

Zhao Yushu’s final request to him was to stop Yan Hui.

But how could I stop it?

I hope Zhao Yushu can hold that man back and never let him come over.

The most fucked up thing in the world is that the things you hope not to happen always happen when you least expect them to.

A black robe fell in front of Zhu Xian.

Without even looking at Zhu Xian, he walked straight to the city gate, looking at Yan Hui outside the city through a thin curtain of light.

"who are you?"

Yan Hui frowned. The aura of the man in front of him was that of a great perfection in external appearance, but facing himself, the best in the world, his momentum was not only not weaker, but even stronger.

"Master Yan Hui, although you have a high level of cultivation, your brain is far inferior. Zhao Yushu can guess my identity, but you can't."

Yan Hui's eyebrows jumped: "I see."

"If you want to leave now, it's probably too late."

Red Mask's tone seemed somewhat proud, as if a fisherman had finally pulled a fish out of the water.

"Everyone in the world knows that I can't walk fast. Besides, since I'm here, it would be rude if I leave without exchanging a few moves with the leader."

The red mask snorted, "Well, let me experience the master's boundless sea of ​​suffering and invincible golden body."

The leader waved his hand lightly, and the fire formation covering the entire city suddenly shrank several feet, exposing the city gate and also exposing himself outside the protection of the formation.

Faced with the top five inner scenes in the world, the leader actually gave up the help of the formation blessed by the heavenly treasure and planned to confront Yan Hui head-on with his own strength.

But judging from his past series of plans, he is qualified to be confident.

"It's a sin, Master, I'm sorry."

Yan Hui took another step forward. This step seemed very heavy, as if the foot was not supporting a person but a mountain.

Yan Hui's skinny body swelled visibly, and his dry skin became round and full of golden luster. Even when facing Ali, who was able to break his boundless sea of ​​suffering, he displayed his unique skills in front of the leader without hesitation.

The unique skills of Dabei Temple.

Invincible golden body.