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Yan Hui's invincible golden body.

Zhao Yushu laughed. Nong Shouguang was really a man of few words. He could get the invincible golden body by sucking a mouthful of blood. The value of this blood pill could surpass the heavenly treasure.

It's probably because the leader wore a mask once and gave you some power. Let me see how much of the leader's power your undefeated golden body has!

The long sword stabbed straight forward, and Nong Shouguang punched forward with a golden light shining on his fist.

Nong Shouguang was promoted to the sixth level in a short period of time, but he was a civil servant when he was a mortal, and he had never fought against anyone seriously after becoming a cultivator. This punch was only brute force, with neither skill nor method, so Zhao Yushu could avoid it with his eyes closed.

But he did not dodge, and the sword directly pierced Nong Shouguang's fist.

He wanted to test how strong this undefeated golden body was.

The fist and sword collided with a slight sound. The fight between the two did not end in a stalemate like in the anime, but they just passed each other by.

Nong Shouguang lost his balance and fell to the ground. His fist was trembling slightly, with a bloody streak on it and the skin and flesh underneath rolled up.

It was very hard, and being stabbed by the cold iron sword only injured the flesh, but it was still flesh injury.

Zhao Yushu casually swung his hand, as if to shake off the non-existent blood bead on the cold iron sword, and looked at Nong Shouguang with disdain: "Don't show up as a semi-finished product. Come on, Master, show yourself and see if you can detain me within ten breaths this time."

The sound of clapping rang out, and the leader came out from behind a house: "I wanted to test how far he could go, but it seems the effect is average. How did you know I was here?"

"Master, you are very smart. Asking such a question really makes me doubt whether the previous layout was planned by someone else."

Nonsense, Nong Shouguang has only seen Bai Jintang. How could you know which one is me if you weren't there to point him out?

"Zhao Yushu, we don't have any deep blood feud, why is the academy chasing me? I just joined the underworld, it doesn't mean that what the underworld does is my opinion."

The leader spread his hands and took off his hood, revealing a glaring mask on his face.

"Oh, so the leader said that. You tricked my senior brother to Yuezhou just to chat with him, didn't you?"

"Why not? Even now, I really want to have a long talk with you, Mr.

The leader smiled and stretched out a hand, where a finger was missing.

"Ten breaths, please!"

Zhao Yushu stood with the sword horizontally, the leader's black clothes moved without wind, but the Heavenly Sword did not move.

The leader is still hesitating.

The first time was at Qianfu Temple, the leader fought with all his might but Zhao Yushu still escaped. The second time was at Du Mansion, Zhao Yushu ran away the moment he saw him, and he did not chase him.

Now he is deliberately guarding me here. Is he absolutely sure, or is he still not planning to take action?

But if he isn't working on his plan of raising Gu now, why is he just standing here guarding me?

There are two possibilities. One is that his plan is deployed nearby and he has to keep an eye on it just in case. The other is that he has been prepared for a long time and has nothing to do, so if he just wanders around outside, he might accidentally discover his plan.

"If you don't fight, I'll leave."

If you can’t think of it, try it out.

If they let me go, then there is something wrong with this area. If they stop me, then it means that the deployment has already been completed in other places.

"It's all here."

The Heavenly Sword suddenly moved and slowly pointed to this place.

A red lotus appeared above Zhao Yushu's head.

It turned out to be the case.

Thunder roared, and Zhao Yushu instantly escaped from the coverage of the red lotus. The gap in their cultivation levels was too great, and he could not take on every move of the leader head-on, so he could only run away.

It would be much easier to escape at night. The combination of Glimpse and Shadow Step would allow him to move at the highest speed almost all the time. But now it is daytime and he can only use Assassin to escape three meters.

Three meters is just a blink of an eye for the leader.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yushu used the Shadow Step without hesitation to flash three feet away. Then a hot wind blew from behind, and the leader had caught up.

A flash of sword light seeped out from the gap in the mask. Zhao Yushu turned around without hesitation and stabbed with a sword.

If you can't escape, then give it a try.

With a clang, Zhao Yushu's right hand went numb, and the recoil from the cold iron sword almost caused the sword to slip out of his hand. The leader stretched out his right palm to block the tip of the sword, and golden light shone on his palm.

Kunlun Cold Iron Sword will break anything below the Earth Rank.

But it cannot break the leader's invincible golden body.

"Although the sword is fast, the swordsmanship is average."

Two breaths have passed.

The leader swung his fist down, as without any strategy as Nong Shouguang's, and as powerful and tyrannical as Nong Shouguang's, but this punch came extremely fast.

Zhao Yushu crashed through at least ten houses in succession.

The leader looked at his fist in surprise, the feeling just now was not right. Then he clapped his hands suddenly and laughed at himself: "I fell into this kid's trap."

The Heavenly Sword stopped trembling and slowly returned to its position.

The dust in the house settled, and there was no trace of Zhao Yushu.

Zhao Yushu was sitting in a nearby open space filled with construction materials. There were several sheds built here, and it seemed that they were preparing to build a courtyard. His left hand holding the scabbard couldn't stop shaking.

The clothes on his entire left arm were torn to pieces, and his skin was covered in blood.

The leader thought that Zhao Yushu did it on purpose, using the power of his fists to create distance at the risk of getting injured. In fact, even if Zhao Yushu had ten times the courage, he would not dare to take the risk and take the leader's fist.

At that time, it was really unavoidable...

If it were before, Zhao Yushu might have just taken out Mrs. Xu to gamble and see if he could hit the leader before he killed him with one punch.

But today, he inexplicably raised the scabbard to block in front of him, and by the way, he used the incompatibility of heaven and earth to push himself.

Then a force as strong as a mountain hit the scabbard, then spread to the arm, and then after the lake god's spiritual power was reduced layer by layer, it knocked himself away.

If this was an ordinary scabbard, even if Zhao Yushu saved his life, he would have lost his entire arm.

The scabbard that King Arthur casually discarded blocked the force for him. No, it should be said that it absorbed at least 70% of the force.

absorb····

Zhao Yushu's mind moved, he took out Madam Xu and gently inserted it into the scabbard.

"grass!"

The wind was blowing wildly, spiritual energy was surging, the shed collapsed, and countless stones and wood rolled several feet away. If the open space wasn't large enough, who knows how many people would have been injured.

Zhao Yushu cursed loudly, and a terrifying spiritual power gushed out from the scabbard. Minghong appeared out of thin air without being summoned, greedily absorbing the scattered spiritual power. The mountain god's spiritual power quickly repaired its own injuries as if it had been injected with chicken blood, and even Kunwu seemed to be a little greener.

Zhao Yushu had no time to rejoice over the magic of the scabbard. He dragged his seriously injured body, which had just recovered a little, and ran away. After a few flashes, he disappeared into a shadow.

The next moment, the leader fell from the sky and landed in a messy open space.

"How can there be such a strong fluctuation of spiritual power in the mere sixth level?"

The leader became unusually serious and subconsciously looked towards the southeast.