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A team of soldiers had already caught up with a group of people who were fleeing and crying madly. The long sword seemed to understand its owner's consciousness. It whistled like a devil's grin and chopped off the nearest head fiercely.

The head flew into the sky, still maintaining a bloodthirsty smile as it spun.

The head fell to the ground and the soldiers braked hard, looking at the man in front of them who was holding a Tang sword that was so sharp that it was not stained with a drop of blood, and the anger in his eyes almost evaporated the air.

The rescued person uttered something indistinctly in Khitan, which should be a thank you, and then crawled away.

The soldiers began to retreat. After all, the person in front of them had surging spiritual energy and was obviously a monk. They were just ordinary people and it was not their duty to deal with monks.

So they turned around and ran, shouting loudly as they ran. More and more soldiers heard the shouting and gathered around, and a monk also noticed this place.

With a whoosh, Zhao Yushu's left hand stopped in front of his face, with a feather arrow clamped between his two fingers, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly.

The Archer was a mortal. No matter how powerful and accurate the arrows he shot were, they could not break the defense of a seventh-level cultivator. Zhao Yushu could have completely ignored it, but he still chose to catch it with his hands.

It's not just for the sake of showing off, he's not in the mood to do so right now.

The feather arrow turned in his hand and with a flick of his finger, it flew back faster than when it came, even leaving a twisted line in the air.

The feather arrow flew straight towards Yelu Rang.

It has to be said that this archer is indeed a top-notch archer. The moment Zhao Yushu turned the arrow, he had already judged the opponent's intention and realized that he could not hurt this cultivator, so in a very short period of time, three feather arrows came in succession, blocking the path of the arrow of death one by one.

Three piles of debris fell in the air one after another, but still could not delay for even a moment.

This shouldn't be the case.

Spiritual power cannot leave the body for too long or too far, and it dissipates very quickly. This is why there are almost no long-range attack methods among cultivators, and why Zhao Yushu cannot realize his dream of using the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

According to common sense, although the feather arrow shot back by Zhao Yushu was very fast, it was still an ordinary feather arrow after all, and he should be able to stop it with three arrows.

He had no way of knowing that Samantabhadra Bodhisattva taught Zhao Yushu a trick before his death, which allowed him to use a little spiritual power to attack outside the body. The Six Meridians Divine Sword still couldn't work, but the flying needles and arrows were no problem.

The flying arrow carrying spiritual power is no longer an ordinary thing.

A great monk instantly stood in front of Yelu Rang, chopped down with one hand, and smashed the feather arrow at the critical moment, then took a step back.

This step made his face change drastically, he was at the seventh level, and the other party seemed to be at the seventh level as well, but not only could the other party's spiritual power not dissipate at such a long distance, he could even force him to retreat a step, which meant that the other party's strength was far above his own.

"Pay attention to that person, the real boss is coming."

The monk decisively called for his companions, and a senior monk immediately stood up, leaving only one companion to stop them.

Zhao Yushu did not attack and kill Yelu Rang immediately. Instead, he moved to another team of soldiers, swung his sword, and killed several more heads.

There were about five to six hundred soldiers who got off the boat, and they had been scattered for a long time. If Zhao Yushu killed them one by one, it would take a lot of time.

But he bet that Yelu Rang would not dare to let him kill him like this.

His personal guards were different from ordinary soldiers. Their training and equipment far surpassed those of ordinary soldiers. They were his bargaining chip for a comeback, and he couldn't allow himself to continue killing like this.

While killing people, Zhao Yushu would occasionally pick up a feather arrow and throw it over, forcing the two great monks to be in a hurry and have no time to stop him.

The sound of gongs rang out. After Zhao Yushu killed nearly fifty soldiers, Yelu Rang lost his patience and was forced to cancel his plan to massacre the city and recall his personal soldiers.

What was strange was that most of the three groups of assassins who were caught off guard actually began to gather around Zhao Yushu, as if they regarded this seventh-level boss as their backbone.

"Senior, if you need us, just tell us. We will kill this beast together!"

A young monk from the Third Heaven wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had just been targeted by the Condor Shooter. If it hadn’t been for his quick reaction and the inner armor, he would have been killed.

He showed his loyalty very well, but unfortunately Zhao Yushu did not understand Khitan.

So Zhao Yushu waved his hand and signaled them to go away.

Several people were stunned, and immediately thought that it might be that the senior was very capable and they would be in the way here, so they shouted and headed towards the large ships behind that had no monks on board, leaving the big boss here to deal with it alone.

"Who sent you? Whatever he gives you, I will give you double!"

Yelu Rang looked at the indifferent assassin on the shore. The other party was only at the seventh level, and he had three seventh-level warriors around him, but he still felt insecure.

Zhao Yushu just shook his head. He didn't understand. Even if he did, he was too lazy to negotiate any terms with him.

"Kill him for me!"

Yelu Rang was the King of the Southern Courtyard after all. He had never been looked down upon like this before. No one was willing to say a word to him. He could not bear this humiliation at all.

The two great monks flew off the boat together, leaving one on the boat to guard.

Zhao Yushu didn't look at them, but turned to look at a warehouse, then stretched out a finger and hooked it.

An old man in a green robe slowly walked out from the shadow of the warehouse. Although he looked very old and his hair and beard were completely white, he was in high spirits, walked as fast as the wind, and had a strong and steady spiritual power.

Nine Heavens.

Although it is not as perfect as the Great Perfection Hunyuan Ruyi, it is not far behind and one can tell at first glance that he is an experienced veteran.

Just like Jin Chongyun in Xiangzhou back then.

Zhao Yushu has been keeping an eye on him for several days and he is the only expert among the assassins.

Zhao Yushu didn't know him, but Yelu Rang knew him, and so did several great monks around him.

The expressions of all those who knew him changed, which showed that this person was indeed a master, and a very famous one.

"Blood Demon!"

"Sun Dashi! They invited you?!"

Yelu Rang gritted his teeth. There were only two surnames in the Liao Kingdom. One was Yelu of the royal family, and the other was Xiao of the descendants. But there was also a very small branch with the surname Sun, which was later merged into the Xiao surname. Now there are not many people who still insist on having the surname Sun.

"My lord, I always do things for money. If you pay me enough today, I can let you go."

The old man had no manners of a master and started talking about money as soon as he opened his mouth.

"What did he give you?"

"The tribute of one thousand households in Huntong County, plus an earth-level treasure, my king, if you give me double, I will leave now."

Yelu Rang laughed angrily: "Why don't you say that he gave you a heavenly treasure?"

"I understand what the king means. There is nothing to discuss. But who are you?"

Sun Dashi looked at Zhao Yushu who saw through him at a glance, and repeatedly confirmed that the other party was only at the seventh level. How come he didn't know about such a powerful seventh level?

Zhao Yushu raised a finger to his mouth and hushed, then he suddenly drew his sword and looked at the seventh-level cultivator who was closest to him.