Start from the thief

There was a classic saying on the Internet before, which can be regarded as the optimal solution to pseudo-game theory.

It is better to lose both than to lose alone.

The most common example is that when you are bullied by someone who suppresses you in all aspects, whether in social status, wealth or even individual power, your best solution is not to kneel down, but to try your best to overturn the table.

An earth-grade treasure is enough to defeat an ordinary inner scene head-on, but what if this inner scene is extraordinary?

That was enough to hurt him.

It is nonsense to say that the combat effectiveness of an injured Neijing will decrease.

But once his fighting power decreases, his opponent's chances of winning will increase.

Yelu Mingjing has been planning for many years, using all his thoughts and means just to be able to suppress the old man. In his heyday, he was not confident that he could win with piles of treasures and traps. What if he was injured?

If I must die, I will not let you have an easy life.

Aura bloomed from the bronze plate, and Zhao Yushu's expression did not show any hesitation or delay, his face was filled with a look of selfless dedication.

Yelu Mingjing widened his eyes. As an inner scene, he was much more sensitive to the spiritual power of heaven and earth than the outer scene. When Zhao Yushu took out the bronze medal, he realized something was wrong.

As the three secret words were shouted out, Yelu Mingjing flew back.

Zhao Yushu approached without hesitation.

I don't seek to kill the enemy, I just seek to stay within three feet of you.

Zhao Yushu believed that if he was hit head-on within three feet, he would be blown to ashes by the bronze plate, but Yelu Mingjing would not have an easy time either. Even if he was luckier, he would still die.

Yelu Mingjing must be regretting now why he didn't take some time to learn a good running step.

Although his footwork is not bad, he excels in small-range maneuvers, and is most effective when combined with swordsmanship. However, in long-distance sprinting, he is obviously inferior to the unparalleled speed of the full version of the Fleeting Light and Thunder Steps combined.

Moreover, Yelu Mingjing is definitely not someone who would run away when he sees that the situation is not favorable.

Yelu Mingjing suddenly stopped and Madam Xu stabbed at the bronze medal.

He didn't know the specific effect of Madam Xu's sword, but with his swordsman's intuition, he knew that this sword would definitely be able to break the bronze plate.

The bronze medal fell into Zhao Yushu's hand, and he opened his palm to welcome Madam Xu.

This move is suicidal.

Zhao Yushu was betting that Madam Xu would not hurt him.

Madam Xu is a spirit and has a close relationship with him. He doesn't believe that he will be beaten into dust by Madam Xu.

The tip of the sword touched the palm, and Zhao Yushu finally came into contact with Madam Xu again.

Yelu Mingjing watched in astonishment as the dagger in his hand turned into a stream of light and disappeared into Zhao Yushu's palm. This divine weapon slipped away from his hands so rudely.

The bronze medal is about to fall to the ground. The spiritual power has been accumulated to the extreme and will explode in the next moment.

There seemed to be no way for either of them to avoid it.

Suddenly darkness fell.

Zhao Yushu used the limit of thirty feet to appear in mid-air, and then the world turned upside down.

He couldn't even see the bronze medal explode.

Even if he wanted to go back, he couldn't. The endless maze made it impossible for him to find the bronze medal.

What a pity, that is his most powerful treasure, second only to Mrs. Xu's.

I hope to blow Yelu Mingjing to death, but it is not so easy to kill the villain boss. In this case, I might as well blow him half to death. This guy doesn't have any good footwork. If he is hit at such a close distance, he will be half-crippled if not dead.

Zhao Yushu tried hard to comfort herself and reached out to wipe away a tear. She didn't know whether it was because of the heartache of losing the bronze medal, or the pain of the hole in her chest that was still bleeding.

How come such a small wound took so long to heal?

In the space where Zhao Yushu forcibly escaped, a small copper piece lay alone in the deepest part of the circular pit underground, with a dim spiritual light. Around it, several Taoist temples were neatly cut out, like an air barrier visible to the naked eye.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Yelu Mingjing slid down from the edge of the pit, bent down and reached out to pick up the bronze plate.

He held the black sword in his hand, and black light was rotating on the sword, deep and distant.

"interesting."

Yelu Mingjing put the bronze plate into his waist and looked up at the endless Taoist temples in the sky. There was no trace of his body being affected by the explosion.

Zhang Tianshi felt that he could not wait any longer.

Zhao Yushu had been dragging Yelu Mingjing into the yard next door for an hour or two. He used this rare opportunity to seal several major acupoints with all his might, and his spiritual power finally began to accumulate again.

As long as Yelu Mingjing couldn't come out, he could seal all the acupoints at dawn and return to his peak in half a day at most.

Facing a master like Zhang Tianshi, any slightest flaw would be caught by him. The top five in the world are so domineering.

But he couldn't wait.

He really wanted to believe that Zhao Yushu could hold Yelu Mingjing back for a day or two, but the gap in their cultivation was there. It was beyond Zhang Tianshi's expectation that he could hold out until now. He couldn't just sit and wait for Yelu Mingjing to come out and then give him the Thirteen Swords.

Even if he recovered to his peak, he would still be no match for Yelu Mingjing.

So, we can't wait.

Zhang Tianshi jumped onto the top of the wall, looked at the lifeless courtyard below, and took a deep breath.

Of course he wouldn't jump.

Gusts of wind began to blow in the clear night sky, dark clouds gathered out of thin air, and thunder could be heard exploding in the clouds.

Zhang Tianshi raised his sword high, muttering something, and the spiritual power he had just accumulated was sucked into the sky like a whale sucking water, and the inner elixir that had finally lit up also dimmed again.

Zhang Tianshi's face was already covered with sweat. Even with his level of cultivation, it was still difficult for him to withstand this attack.

What a pity, if it were in its prime, its power would be at least three times greater.

But time waits not for us.

Dark clouds in the sky began to press down, and screams of fear were heard all around the Taoist temple.

Golden lightning was wandering around in the clouds, and the dull rumbling sounds were getting more and more urgent, as if they were eager to break free from the shackles of the dark clouds and ruthlessly destroy this world, but they were unable to move like a caged dragon.

Zhang Tianshi was still insisting, his face had turned pale.

The dark clouds have been almost completely filled with golden thunder, and Zhang Tianshi can no longer hold on.

"Disciple Fan Changsheng, holding the Heavenly Master's Sword, invites the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God to possess me. All thirty-six generals of the Thunder Department, listen to my command! Kill!"

The thunder in the sky suddenly stopped.

The dark clouds dispersed, and a huge golden sword emerged from the clouds, with lightning surrounding the sword.

When the people of Linhuang Prefecture saw this scene, they knelt on the ground in fear. The power of heaven was overwhelming.

The golden giant sword suddenly fell and slashed straight into the courtyard.

Zhao Yushu covered his chest, staggered, and tried to continue fleeing in the endless space.

Thanks to the spiritual power of the mountain god, the wound finally improved slightly, but it was still bleeding.

This gave him a very bad idea in his mind and made him think of something.

Assassin.

But the Assassins were clearly in his hands.

If Yelu Mingjing hadn't died, he would have caught up with me by now.

Zhao Yushu leaned against the door of a Taoist temple. He needed to take a rest.

Then he couldn't help but raise his head.

There are still endless Taoist temples in the sky, but there seems to be something different.

"Master Zhang, I'll *you**!"