Start from the thief

For Lao Zhao, who specializes in short weapons, even if he doesn't practice deliberately, the flexibility of his wrist is enough to let the silver needle hit wherever it is pointed at within a short distance.

The two silver needles were very fair, one hit the palace maid's left eye directly, and the other flew towards Cui Jinghao's right wrist.

After being enlightened by Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, the silver needles can finally absorb the spiritual energy and keep it from dispersing. They are no longer useless against the third heaven and above as before.

The palace servant was already trying his best to deal with the sudden attack of the Hundred Swords of the Mysterious Stage, when suddenly he became alarmed and turned his head almost instinctively. He felt a slight stinging pain and a tiny bloody mark appeared on his cheek.

The seventh level of cultivation is indeed not to be underestimated. Even if he didn't see it, he was able to avoid the danger by relying on subconsciousness.

But Cui Jinghao didn't have such ability. He just felt a pain in his wrist and let out a cry. The sword light in the room instantly dissipated by half.

Cui Jinghao immediately pressed his right hand with his left hand and stared at the tiny silver needle with wide eyes.

"Don't be nervous, it's not poisonous. Of course, if you want to be poisoned, I can add some."

Zhao Yushu looked at the two people who were forced to stop with a smile, raised his right hand, and pinched four silver needles between his fingers.

"What is your name?"

The palace servant took a step back and pulled out a silver needle from a chair. It was just an ordinary silver needle, nothing special.

But how could an ordinary silver needle possibly break through his body's protective spiritual power?

"Mr. Cui, don't you want to see what good stuff I have? Here it is."

Cui Jinghao looked solemn and pulled out the silver needle: "What is it?"

"It is similar to Li Canjun's small halberd, with silver needles attached to it, and is specifically designed to break the protective spiritual power."

Lan Ling curled her lips slightly. Zhao Yushu had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he could lie without blinking.

However, she didn't understand why Zhao Yushu suddenly took action to stop the war.

With their strength, even if that Ba Chongtian and this weird palace person join forces, it would not be easy to keep them both. They can just sit back and watch the fight.

But based on her understanding of Zhao Yushu, since Old Zhao chose to take action at this moment, it means that he wants to make someone, or some people, unlucky.

"I just happened to be here. If you want to go to the dock, you can ask. I don't know if this, uh, father-in-law, if you have time, you can listen to my explanation."

The palace maid stretched out her finger, flicked the silver needle away, and showed disdain on her face.

He is just a fifth-level cultivator. Even if he has some treasure and can use a sneak attack to trick me, it is definitely not enough to make a great cultivator of the seventh-level cultivator afraid of him.

"Humph, Mr. Yang, don't waste your breath on him. Now that things have come to this, do you think there is a second way to go?"

Although Cui Jinghao's voice was loud, he was a little afraid. He actually underestimated the strength of the couple. He thought that these two rich kids were just relying on their good talents. He didn't expect them to have such accurate eyesight and break his Hundred Swords Repellent with just one move. If it was really a one-on-one fight, he seemed to have no confidence.

But it doesn’t matter, there is a big shot behind us, so there is no need to worry that he will not cooperate.

"Mr. Cui, we have no grudges against each other, but you are plotting against me. Now let me leave and I will pretend that this never happened."

"I let you go, did he let you go?"

Cui Jinghao pointed at the palace maid, who smiled sinisterly: "You two don't have to act anymore. If you want to act, you'll have plenty of time to act in the dungeon."

"It's true. When you come, you are a guest. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

With a loud bang, a big hole was torn in the roof. The palace servant rushed up without hesitation, with sharp claws flying, and instantly engaged in combat with the person who fell.

The two separated as soon as they touched each other, but they had already exchanged more than ten moves. The palace maid fell to the ground, her hands trembling, and two of her long nails were broken, but there was still a drop of blood on one of the nails.

A very rough man with a small braid popular among the Liao people landed beside Cui Jinghao. He first glanced at Zhao Yushu, then turned to the palace maid.

"I'll deal with this androgynous thing. Li Canjun, go and mobilize the troops to stop the Tang thief and don't let him escape."

The Tang thief refers to the Grand Commander naturally.

Li Canjun took the order and left. Cui Jinghao turned and looked at Zhao Yushu: "Sir, how do we deal with these two people?"

"Take him down. If he refuses to obey, destroy him."

"Well, Brother Ye Shi, it's not too late to make a decision now."

Ye Shi hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and leapt into the air, slamming hard at Zhao Yushu.

With a puff, Ye Shi fell in front of Zhao Yushu, his whole body trembling, and a sharp blade protruding from his back.

The two great monks who were about to fight again stopped forcibly and turned their eyes to this side.

Cui Jinghao's narrow eyes were as big as copper bells as he looked at the tip of the knife that was still bleeding, with disbelief all over his face.

Although I knew that the Third Heaven would lose if it fought against the Fifth Heaven, I didn't expect that they would be defeated so cleanly.

"Brother, this sword you gave me is really good."

Zhao Yushu looked at Ye Shi's fat face coldly, and gave him a light push. The dead body with its eyes open flew to the ground, creating a huge amount of dust.

"That father-in-law, it's not too late to make a decision now."

Zhao Yushu relayed Cui Jinghao's words to the palace maid in a roundabout way. The palace maid's face shuddered and she instinctively wanted to mock him, but she thought of the flying needle for no reason.

"Okay, since you are willing to be loyal to the court, I'll leave this place to you. I'll go and protect the Grand Commander first."

As soon as the palace maid finished speaking, she turned around and left. Her speed was so fast that even the Liao men from the Eighth Heaven could not catch up with her.

"Haha, Young Master Yang, you now know what kind of people you Tang nobles are like. If you obey me now, when Goguryeo is restored, your family will come here to do business, and we will naturally provide you with great convenience."

There are only four people left on the field now, one from the eighth level and one from the fifth level, against one from the fifth level and one from the fourth level.

As long as Zhao Yushu is not stupid, he will know what to choose.

"I'll deal with Cui Jinghao."

Lan Ling took a step forward, stretched out her hands from her sleeves, and an ice sword slowly took shape.

"Okay, then I'll take care of that big guy."

Zhao Yushu shook off the blood beads on the horizontal sword: "After all, it is a top-grade Xuan-level weapon. It's a little lacking to let a third-level day sacrifice it. You are very suitable."

Cui Jinghao subconsciously glanced at Lord Xiao beside him, as if he suspected that he had heard it wrong and wanted to get a confirmation message.

"The Tang people really all deserve to die."

The Liao man sneered and threw a fierce punch, which collided with the horizontal straight knife.

Lan Ling turned her body, and the air was filled with coldness. The ice sword in her hand flew out and just happened to hit the blade of a narrow knife that Cui Jinghao had just extended from his sleeve, shattering into ice chips on the ground. At the same time, she stretched out her left hand, and a piece of torn talisman paper was clamped between her two fingers.

Sword Talisman.

Cui Jinghao flew backwards, but Lan Ling chased him closely, always keeping a distance of no more than three feet from him. She hit him with ice swords one after another, and smashed all the narrow knives that had just appeared before her spiritual power dissipated.

Cui Jinghao's heart sank. This woman had seen through him.

But it doesn’t matter. Once Lord Xiao deals with that kid, the situation here will be reversed in an instant.

However, he immediately heard an angry and surprised shout that made his heart stop.

"You are not the fifth level!"