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Zhao Yushu was stunned for a moment by the sect leader's words, and then he immediately realized that the other party had misunderstood him.

The Assassin is the sect's magic weapon. Normally, the sect leader seldom uses it to fight the enemy. If he must use it, it will definitely be against an extremely strong opponent.

When I used Assassin before, the effect of creating darkness was far greater than killing the enemy, and there were few chances of hurting the enemy under normal circumstances.

Therefore, the two owners of Assassin did not know that if Assassin killed too many people, his power would increase dramatically in a short period of time.

This made the sect leader think that he could really live forever.

Similarly, his desire for immortality and the complex emotions of destroying the sect that had been passed down for who knows how long, finally destroyed his sanity completely the moment he thought he had immortality.

The sect leader suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Yushu, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Why is there only one left?"

Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes and said, "I was sent by Yelu Mingjing. Have you forgotten?"

"Yelü Mingjing? Yelü Mingjing? Well, there is only one left. If I kill you, I will have eternal life."

The sect leader suddenly appeared behind Zhao Yushu, with Assassin lying across Zhao Yushu's neck, and the sect leader's hand gently pulled.

Zhang Tianshi sighed as he looked at the two people who had extremely high cultivation levels but were cautious in keeping the scope of the battle to a very small area.

For a master, or a master of inner vision, it is very easy to create a loud momentum. For example, borrowing the sword from the sky is like a miracle.

But it is very difficult to control this sword precisely. If it were someone else, after this sword was struck, the life and death of the people below would be completely left to fate. Only someone at Zhang Tianshi's level could barely control it.

But it was just exhausting all his energy to control the sword.

And now the two people fighting on the roof have controlled every move to perfection.

They didn't even break a tile.

The old man moved very slowly, his attacks were not fast or graceful enough. He did not have the free and easy manner of an immortal, nor the swiftness of a so-called master, but each of his punches was just right, forcing Yelu Mingjing to be on guard. Every time he raised his hand to block, he did it just right, making Yelu Mingjing's sword intent come to nothing.

The two have exchanged countless moves, but neither has been able to really hurt the other.

This is not a case of mutual sympathy between the two. The old man may have been soft-hearted once in the past, but if he is still soft-hearted today, he would not be called an old madman.

His punches didn't look powerful, but those present were all masters of internal force, and anyone could see that if they were hit, they would suffer broken bones and ruptured tendons at best, or be reinstated on the spot at worst.

Yelu Mingjing's hatred for the old man lasted for nearly twenty years. Whenever he had a chance to kill the man with one sword, he would not consider using two swords. It was not because he did not hate him enough and did not want to hit him a few more times, but because he did not dare.

Therefore, the two of them controlled their power so precisely that not a single bit of it leaked out. They did not do this to show off, but to try their best not to disperse the power so as to achieve a fatal blow.

According to the strength of the two men, this fight shouldn't have lasted so long.

The best in the world is the best in the world. If you fight with another person for hundreds of moves and there is no winner, then you can be said to be tied for first place.

The old man was deliberately restraining his strength.

His two disciples and an assistant were trapped in Yelu Mingjing's trap. Based on his understanding of Yelu Mingjing, he only needed to try his best to kill the other party, and his disciples and Zhang Tianshi would definitely be buried with him.

He must first find a way to break these traps.

Yelu Mingjing obviously understood what the old man was thinking, so he attacked more fiercely, trying to force the old man to exchange injuries for injuries.

If you want to delay, I won’t let you. But if you must delay, then delay until one of your apprentices dies.

Yelu Mingjing's sword was getting faster and faster, and his sword intent was becoming more and more fierce.

Li Li will not die in the short term, but what about Zhao Yushu? How long can he survive under the hands of that madman?

The old man snapped his fingers, and there seemed to be light shattering at his fingertips. The black sword was bounced away again, and Yelu Mingjing revealed a flaw.

There's no way the old man would let this loophole go.

But he had to let it go, because he saw Yelu Mingjing press down with his palm, and countless rooms of the illusory Taoist temple below collapsed instantly, one of which was next to Zhao Yushu.

"You're even meaner."

The old man's tone was not angry, just a hint of disdain.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. What's the point of saying these things?"

Yelu Mingjing did not feel ashamed at all. It would be too embarrassing if he still got angry because of a word or two from his opponent today.

For the sake of a great cause, mere infamy, or even world-wide condemnation, is a necessary condition.

"If you don't get rid of me quickly, I'm afraid Zhao Yushu won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Yelu Mingjing sneered and continued to instigate. The old man did not dare to continue betting on how long Zhao Yushu could last, and he would not sit idly by and watch his disciple die here. He had no other choice.

He had no choice but to jump into the trap.

"Old Immortal, there are at least three traps here. As far as I know, the first one is the illusion in front of you. If I guess correctly, it is the unity of the heavens. I don't think I can escape easily. The second one is the one in front of me. Every time I take a step, my cultivation level disappears. I have never heard of this thing. The last one is the symbiosis method in front of the second master. If you go in, it will definitely transfer to you."

Zhang Tianshi suddenly spoke up, saying that even if Yelu Mingjing won, he would not be able to survive, and even the entire Longhu Mountain would be gradually uprooted.

"Thanks."

The old man said two words lightly. It was good to know this information, but he couldn't think of a way to crack it in a short time. If he could see through the trap that Yelu Mingjing had laid out for more than ten years at a glance, then he would not be the best in the world, but the only one in the world.

"What Master Zhang said is absolutely right. What are you going to do? We don't have much time."

Yelu Mingjing put away his sword and gathered his strength, a bright light flashed on the tip of the sword.

This sword embodies Yelu Mingjing's inner insights.

Not benefited by the heaven and earth, naturally not harmed by them either. To put it simply, his resistance is maximized and he is almost immune to magic. This is why he can withstand Zhang Tianshi's divine sword head-on.

Similarly, when his sword stabs out, your body-protecting spiritual power is the same as if it were non-existent. To put it simply, resistance is ignored.

Therefore, there are not many people who can hurt him. Zhang Tianshi's inner alchemy is the spiritual power he cultivates himself, which can hurt him, and the old man's self-created world can also hurt him. These two people must be eliminated.

"Yelü Mingjing, you have been working so hard for me, so I will let you win this game."

The black sword stabbed at him, and the old man raised his hand to block it.

Before this, the sword would have been deflected, but this one was not.

"Is this the solution you came up with?"

The black sword passed through the palm and was held tightly by the old man. At the same time, the stars flowed in his other hand and hit Yelu Mingjing fiercely.

"If I take this sword, what's the use of having countless swords?"

Yelu Mingjing took a step back and allowed the black sword to be taken away, his tone full of sarcasm.

Relying on self-injury to seize other people's weapons would be fine if it were an ordinary swordsman, but for Yelu Mingjing, any sword is the same.

"You're overthinking it. I'm just giving my silly apprentice a little gift."

The old man waved his hand, and the black sword fell straight down, passing through layers of endless space and landed next to Zhao Yushu.

This process is very long, it seems like it will never end, but it also seems like it will arrive in the next moment.

"Since you think that my foolish disciple is the man of destiny, then he will naturally have to deal with you."

The old man folded his hands.

"As for the plan you prepared for me, I won't let you down."