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Zhao Yushu didn't know how long it took before he opened his eyes. He then coughed up a pool of black blood. His internal organs were injured.

It's not that he hasn't seen good things. Not only has he seen heavenly treasures, he has also been destroyed several times. Of course, he has also broken them, so to a certain extent, he is disenchanted by top treasures.

The Earth Rank he had seen was far less than the Heaven Rank. Dragon Balls were a panacea-type treasure that could heal wounds and send out waves, but another meaning of panacea was that it could do everything but was not good at anything.

Therefore, Zhao Yushu did not have a clear concept of the power of the earth-level treasures that were purely based on lethality.

And he overlooked a very serious problem. Why, in Yelu Rang's eyes, did the bronze medal have a clear explosion range?

Generally, a bomb only has an effective killing range. Theoretically, the impact expands infinitely outward, but it can be ignored if it is too far away.

Zhao Yushu looked at the smooth arc on the house behind him. The explosion stopped there instantly, and the brick wall was smoothly cut open, without even a trace of damage behind it.

Oh, there are some. The main beam was blown off and the house behind is also crumbling.

This means that all the power was concentrated within the range of just ten feet.

Zhao Yushu tried hard to control his body from sliding down. In front of him, a regular large pit appeared on the ground. The bronze medal lay quietly in the deepest part of the pit. Three or four feet away from the bronze medal, a man in tattered black clothes and a naked man with a golden body were lying there.

Zhao Yushu was startled and quickly looked at his clothes. He had his back to the bronze medal when the explosion happened. Now the clothes in front of him were still on, but his back and buttocks were cold.

Fortunately, my storage bag was fine.

After getting up with difficulty, Zhao Yushu put on a black robe and tried to call Kunwu, but he didn't have time to call back Kunwu before the explosion, and now he was sleeping again in the sea of ​​qi.

Zhao Yushu could still move a little, but there was no other way. The spiritual power of the Mountain God and the Lake God had a bug in terms of endurance. One could resist and the other could recover blood. How could the Heavy Armor Dragon Heart Assassin lose?

It is a bit difficult for the two people in front of me to move.

The man in black groaned a few times. He was closest to the center of the explosion. Even though he was inside the scene and even though he was very strong, he still lost half his life in the explosion.

You know, if the earth-level treasures are used properly, they can allow the outer scene to be fully perfected and have the opportunity to be promoted to the inner scene. If such treasures are mainly based on pure lethality, the inner scene cannot withstand it.

Why does Mr. Liu dare to use this thing?

Isn’t he afraid of death?

Then the man in black saw Zhao Yushu moving towards him little by little.

The black-clothed man's hood was blown off and his mask was gone, revealing an ordinary old face. Zhao Yushu was not Wei You and had no idea about celebrities in the martial arts world, but this man must be a big boss from a certain sect or family.

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter who you are.

"You, don't come over here."

Hei Yi tried to move. His hands were still able to support himself, but his legs had no feeling.

“My legs…my legs!”

"Your legs are on your buttocks. It's an interior scene. Why are you howling? It's shameful."

Zhao Yushu cursed a few words, stumbled, and rolled down the slope. Oh, that's good, he doesn't have to walk anymore.

It just hurts a little.

"Ah! Ah!"

As soon as Zhao Yushu fell down, a small but terrifying howl came from the side. Nong Shouguang was not dead yet!

His mouth was blown to pieces and he hadn't adapted to the situation for a while. He could only scream in fear. Then he saw Zhao Yushu and his whole body trembled with fear.

But he saw the black clothes in the interior very close.

Zhao Yushu immediately understood what he wanted to do.

But he couldn't stop them. He was still some distance away from them, and he was seriously injured. He couldn't use any kind of footwork.

How to do!

Hei Yi also saw Nong Shouguang's eyes full of greed and hunger. His first reaction was not anger, but fear.

"What are you going to do!"

“Ahhh, ahhhh!”

Nong Shouguang kept making screaming sounds and struggled to crawl forward. He had already grabbed the man in black's arm.

"Get out! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Bastard! Son of a bitch! Get out now!"

The man in black was badly injured, and all his inner perceptions were in his pair of hands. In most cases, these hands could be said to be indestructible and unstoppable, but it was a pity that he only had a pair of hands.

He tried to wave his hands, but he had no strength to lift his arms.

Oneself is the interior scene.

I can die, but I want to die at Nei Jing's hands. How can I be sucked to death by such a disgusting thing that I don't know whether it is a human or a ghost?

Zhao Yushu is in a difficult situation now. He can still barely deliver one strike, but he can't kill two people at the same time.

If Nong Shouguang was killed and the man in black was left behind, Zhao Yushu would have no confidence at all. Even if he could not move, he was still an internal scene. As long as he had a breath left, who knew how long it would take for this internal scene to recover its mobility.

But if Nei Jing is killed, will Nong Shouguang recover immediately after sucking his blood?

The man in black didn't want to be sucked to death by Nong Shouguang, and Zhao Yushu didn't want to do that even more.

So Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand with his last bit of strength, and a dagger flew out.

Under normal circumstances, except for Madam Xu, it is extremely difficult for other divine weapons to break through the inner scene's defense. But now the protective spiritual power of the three people has been blown away. If they are unlucky, a mortal martial artist can easily kill several of them.

So the sword successfully pierced the black-clothed man's skin and stabbed into his neck.

Must kill the interior first.

The man in black suddenly widened his eyes, his lips moved a few times, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter anything. Only a bunch of blood foam gushed out, and his breath rose and fell wildly a few times before slowly disappearing.

For the first time in his life, Zhao Yushu killed an inner scene with his own hands.

Although 99% of the credit should be attributed to that terrible bronze medal, the final blow was nonetheless delivered by himself.

I'll brag about it to Lao Yang and Bujie later.

Nong Shouguang also widened his eyes, and even subconsciously took a step back, looking at Zhao Yushu in horror, wondering if he still had the strength to strike again with the sword.

Then he saw Zhao Yushu lying powerlessly on the ground. His fear instantly turned into ecstasy, and his eyes wandered between the two big guys.

Who should I suck first?

Nong Shouguang hesitated for only a moment. If he had hesitated for two moments, it would have been disrespectful to Neijing.

The inner scene was closer to him and was already dead. If he didn't inhale now, when would he?

And what if Zhao Yushu still has this bronze medal? Who would believe that Mr. Six of the Academy didn't have anything to save his life?

Nong Shouguang kicked his legs and pounced on the man in black, bit his neck and began sucking greedily.

The blood that had not yet lost its vitality entered the throat, and the spiritual power that had not yet completely dissipated quickly repaired the wound. Nong Shouguang was so excited that he almost cried out.

He suddenly raised his head while sucking hard, as if he had overlooked something very important.

Then he subconsciously turned his head and saw Zhao Yushu's half-smile.

The sword that flew over was not the terrifying dagger, but an extremely thin dagger that was almost invisible.

If I hadn't used my spiritual light to look carefully, I wouldn't even be able to see the outline of the sword.

And on the almost transparent sword, two fine black lines indicated that this sword should have other uses.

"Does the spiked blood taste good?"