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Chapter 657 Siege and Killing

After a successful move, Zhao Yushu's situation did not improve, but became even more difficult.

The Liao monks' evaluation of him reached an unprecedented level.

"Such means are definitely not unknown. You remind me of someone."

Inner Scene Xiao Wulang stepped closer: "Red Lotus Sect Yang He, the helmsman of Yang, Kunlun Mountain Qingxuan Taoist, the sixth master of the academy, the little celestial master of Longhu Mountain, I know of only a few seventh-level masters with this level, which one are you?"

"Why should I be behind Lao Yang?"

Zhao Yushu was unhappy.

"what?"

"Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south, why can't it be Murong in the south and Qiao Feng in the north?"

"what are you saying?"

Zhao Yushu swung his sword, and Yin-Yang thunder filled the air: "Do you know who I am now?"

Except for Neijing Kogoro, the other monks all took a step back, with surprise and doubt in their eyes.

"Little Heavenly Master!"

Now Zhang Tianshi is in Linhuang Prefecture, so it is very reasonable that the Little Tianshi also appears in Liao Kingdom, but why does he call himself Li Qi?

Wait, the little Taoist priest seems to be a descendant of the Li Tang royal family. Could it be that his common name is Li Qi?

The group of cultivators hesitated again. Li Qi and his men, who were actually leading the troops to attack the city, had to think twice. The young Taoist priest had to think even more. One had to know that under the rule of the Liao Kingdom, there was no one among the top five in the world who could compare with Taoist priest Zhang.

You want to leave after killing my apprentice?

"So it's the little Heavenly Master. It just so happens that the Heavenly Master is in Linhuang Prefecture. Why don't you come back with me and we can explain the matter clearly in front of His Majesty and the Heavenly Master?"

Of course, Kogoro would not let the person go just because of the other party's identity. He didn't care about the face of the Great Liao, but he still had to save his own face.

"Haha, I have something else important to do, let's talk later."

Zhao Yushu naturally wouldn't be so obedient.

"Then I'll be rude to you, old man."

Before Kogoro could finish his words, someone had already arrived in front of him. A pitch-black hand slapped Zhao Yushu's shoulder hard, with black smoke curling around the palm.

Before the palm reached his body, he felt a burning sensation that was unbearable even for the seventh heaven, which made his skin hurt, and the clothes on his shoulders instantly caught fire.

Thunder roared, and Zhao Yushu flashed several feet away in an instant with the Thunder Step. Zhao Yushu patted out the fire on his shoulder and looked at Kogoro with a serious look in his eyes.

If this hit was successful, one of his arms would most likely be broken. Even if he could use a panacea to restore it later, he would at least lose half of his combat effectiveness in a short period of time. It turned out that the power of Neijing was not something he could withstand head-on.

Kogoro stomped his feet and the ground cracked. The Yin thunder was dispersed by several streams of magma before it could spread to him. There were also several cracks in his dark palms, and there seemed to be lava flowing inside.

"The little Taoist priest's footwork is indeed exquisite, but it is still difficult to leave. It is better for you to follow me back and avoid damaging the relationship."

Having said that, Kogoro did not stop there to wait for Zhao Yushu's answer, but stomped his feet and continued his attack.

He did not attack the vital points, but aimed at the limbs with every move. His inner perception was inherently destructive. Anyone who was touched would be seriously injured. Among the several inner perceptions, except Yan Hui's invincible golden body, no one else, even the old immortal himself, would be in pain after being hit hard by him. No wonder he could become the leader of the Liao Emperor's luxurious killer group.

The Fleeting Lights and Thunderous Steps were intertwined. Zhao Yushu's footwork had been brought to its limit, but the space he could maneuver was getting smaller and smaller.

With every step Kogoro took, a lava pit would be created on the ground. Seeing the temperature so high that the air was burned and deformed, Zhao Yushu didn't want to use his own body to test whether he could withstand it.

There are more and more lava pits like this. What's more terrifying is that every time the opponent swings his palm, even if he misses, being too close will ignite some of the clothes. Moreover, the air around him is getting hotter and hotter, making it difficult to breathe.

The four remaining great monks from the outer scene did not join the battlefield, but all retreated several feet, and then set up a formation on the spot. The spiritual power intertwined together, covering Zhao Yushu and Xiao Wulang like a shield.

With Madam Xu, I might have a chance to break this cover, but then what?

These people are extremely good at tracking and killing. Unlike most monks who are scattered, it is good enough if they can cooperate with each other and not hold each other back. The cooperation between these people is simply seamless.

The cold iron sword finally found an opportunity to stab forward, or it could be said that this opportunity was a small flaw that Kogoro didn't care about making up for. If he had taken out Madam Xu, then this opportunity would not exist.

With a "swish", the cold iron sword pierced Kogoro's left palm. The opponent had never used this hand before, but he used it now to block the sword.

"What a fast sword! What a sharp sword!"

The first sentence was praising Zhao Yushu's quick hands, so quick that even Neijing didn't have time to react and could only take it head-on. The second sentence was naturally praising his sword.

"What a shame for such a good sword."

Kogoro clenched his left hand, and Zhao Yushu pulled it hard, but the cold iron sword did not move at all.

A burning heat quickly spread along the sword body, and the sharp sword made of Kunlun cold iron quickly turned red.

He wants to melt the cold iron sword!

This is not overestimating one's own abilities. Although the cold iron sword is sharp, it is still only considered a top-grade Xuan-level sword. There is still a certain gap between it and the Earth-level sword. Facing the inner scene, it is really not good enough.

The Hantie Sword was still holding on, but Zhao Yushu couldn't hold on any longer.

The pain in the palm of my right hand was not just simple pain, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, and I was under control.

Either abandon the sword or be beaten, in Kogoro's eyes, the outcome is already decided.

Zhao Yushu gave up his sword. He had to. Even though he was the Sixth Master of the Academy, he could not cross the basic rules of this world in a rage.

The moment he dropped his sword, a pitch-black dagger appeared in his right hand and stabbed Kogoro's right hand fiercely. At the same time, Avalon used his left hand to forcibly block Kogoro's right hand. The blocking and attack made his right hand temporarily unable to do anything else.

And in a corner where no one paid attention, a green light flashed behind the tree.

Kogoro's body reacted faster than his mind, and no one dared to leave Madam Xu behind.

But his right hand was busy, and his left hand was also busy, with a sword stuck in it.

Either abandon the sword or die. In Zhao Yushu's eyes, the outcome is uncertain.

Kogoro gave up his sword. He had to. Even though he was a big shot in Liao, he could not ignore life and death.

The cold iron sword fell to the ground, and there were already signs of melting on its sharp edge.

Kogoro's left hand hit hard behind him, but before his palm touched the person who had somehow broken through the encirclement and reached behind him, the green light and Madam Xu disappeared together.

Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand and grabbed the cold iron sword. The flesh on his hand was burned instantly and beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead.

The cold iron sword pierced into Avalon, and the violent flames instantly ignited Zhao Yushu's clothes, turning him into a torch.

"I'm really annoyed by being burned."

Kogoro looked back in shock, the cold iron sword was unsheathed, and a red sword light slashed at him fiercely.