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Chapter 664 Blood Demon

This is a lunatic.

It seemed that he came here just to kill Yelu Rang. Not only did he not respond to anyone who spoke to him, he also always used gestures to humiliate people.

Not only Yelu Rang, but even Sun Dashi couldn't stand it.

You are just a person of the seventh level, how can you have the confidence to look down on me, a person of the ninth level?

They still had time to be angry, but the great monk chosen by Zhao Yushu didn't even have time to be angry.

Zhao Yushu was not good at swordsmanship. Although the horizontal sword was very good, it was not as convenient to use as the cold iron sword. However, a part of the cold iron sword was melted by Kogoro, and there were some irregular gaps on the tip and blade of the sword. So he asked his senior brother to take it back to the academy to sharpen it again. Now he is using the horizontal sword given to him by Ye Shi.

But it is enough to deal with an ordinary seventh heaven.

He slashed with his sword indiscriminately, and with his left hand, he shot flying needles continuously. His feet moved in a flash to bring his speed to the extreme, and he occasionally used the Thunder Step once or twice.

The great monk felt dazzled and could not see the opponent's shadow at all. He could only block by instinct. His companion was about to support him, but was struck to the side by a bolt of lightning. Before he could react to what happened, he felt his feet go numb and he didn't know when the ground was covered with tiny lightning.

Yin and Yang Thunder.

Once controlled by Yin Lei, you are basically doomed to die in front of masters of the same level.

This great monk obviously had no hidden cards that could help him turn the tables. When the sword passed by his eyes, his vision went from blurry to dark in just a few breaths.

The head flew up and then fell to the ground, it was so natural.

Heavy breathing was heard, and the other seventh-level cultivator hesitated for only a moment before he broke into a run, escaping back to the boat at the fastest speed of his life.

He was blasted aside by a bolt of lightning before he could even provide support. His colleagues of the same level as him were killed within a few breaths. He could not stop such a master by himself.

Nothing is more important than your own life.

Zhao Yushu did not chase after him. Instead, he looked nervous. He was not pretending, he really felt a sense of crisis.

In the internal scene, there are not many people who can cause crisis to him, and this strange old man Sun Dashi is one of them.

If the opponent was just a Ninth Heaven warrior with outstanding martial arts, Zhao Yushu would not be afraid. After all, a pure warrior is the easiest to deal with. If he is faster, stronger, and more ruthless than you, you can basically defeat him.

The most difficult ones to deal with are those who look ordinary, even weak, but use strange tricks one after another, such as Miaoyinhai. Back in Jiannan Road, if Miaoyinhai also had a sixth or seventh level, the probability of Zhao Yushu being killed by the first encounter was very high.

Although Zhao Yushu didn't know the name of this Sun Dashi, he already knew that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Because Sun Dashi is dancing.

He took off his shirt, revealing a body full of strange tattoos. The tattoos had no pattern at all, like centipede-like lines. He was only wearing a pair of trousers and started dancing on the spot, shouting and screaming.

A big old man, a ninth-level cultivator, suddenly started dancing. No one, even Nei Jing, would dare to ignore it completely.

Zhao Yushu accidentally glanced at the two great monks on the boat, and became more convinced that Sun Dashi was not easy to deal with, because as they were also Liao people, the two men were already trembling in their legs and feet, and their faces were ashen.

Zhao Yushu thought of a career.

Shaman? Priest? Wizard?

Zhao Yushu didn’t know what this profession was called specifically in the Liao Kingdom, but it should be essentially the same.

Their heritage is similar to that of Miaoyinhai. On the surface, they rely on the power of gods to punish their enemies, but the methods are different.

What are Sun Dashi’s methods?

"Mala Mala Dongqiba!"

Sun Dashi muttered to himself for a long time and then stopped dancing. He suddenly raised his head and shouted a completely incomprehensible spell. Then he stomped his right foot on the ground three times, then pulled out a sacrificial knife from his waist and slashed it at his arm.

Blood dripped down. Sun Dashi lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked the wound. Then he raised his head and smiled at the great monk who had just run onto the boat.

The great monk's face changed drastically. Without hesitation, he jumped into the air and rushed towards the Tu River, trying to cross the not-too-wide Tu River and escape to the west.

Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes. It was true that Sun Dashi was an assassin. This dance and spell should have been the means by which he launched the attack. Then why did he attack the monk first instead of killing Yelu Rang directly?

Besides, how could he do anything from such a distance?

The fleeing monk landed on the other side of the Tu River. It seemed that Sun Dashi's target was not him. He even had the mind to look back, smiled with relief, and then continued to run away.

But the next moment, he turned his head back again.

A drop of blood slowly flowed out of his eye socket, but he didn't react at all. He just kept his body rushing forward, but his head turned back in a strange posture.

The smile from before was still on his turned head.

Then tears of blood began to flow from the other eye.

Then the nostrils, the corners of the mouth, and the ears.

Literally bleeding from all seven orifices.

Blood was dripping from his face, albeit slowly, but it was dripping more and more, and his entire face was completely covered in blood.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be so much blood in a human head, but there was so much. It seemed as if all the blood in the body rushed to the head and then flowed out.

This process lasted a long time.

Zhao Yushu could clearly see that the monk was trembling, but he could not do anything. He could not escape, shout, or even commit suicide.

Until the blood finally stopped flowing, until a body with all its blood drained slowly fell down.

"Are you full? His blood doesn't taste very good, does it? Don't worry, there are still plenty."

Sun Dashi said something softly to his cut arm, as gently as if he was coaxing his lover.

Zhao Yushu felt a little sick. He didn't understand why monks had to resort to these torturous methods to kill people when they could just kill them with a single strike of the sword. A certain army had done this in his previous life, and every time he thought about it he gritted his teeth.

Moreover, this method reminded him of the blood pills from the underworld.

Regardless of whether Sun Dashi has any connection with the underworld, his behavior has put him on Zhao Yushu's kill list.

The premise is that Zhao Yushu was not killed by him in this way.

To be honest, Zhao Yushu couldn't figure out the clue of this move at all. He didn't know how he made the move and how he could kill a seventh-level cultivator from such a distance. He didn't see any remote control means such as threads.

But this is just because I haven’t found it yet. If I have another chance, maybe I can find the flaw.

Yelu Rang was shaking like a sieve.

He suddenly felt that going to Linhuang Prefecture now and being killed by the emperor might not be a bad thing. In view of his status as a king, even if the Liao emperor wanted to kill him, he might have to give him a decent and painless death.

"Sun Dashi! I am the King of the Southern Courtyard! You can't do this to me!"

"Hehe, my king, under my hand, whether it's the king, the emperor, or even the inner scene, there is only one way to die."

Looking at Yelu Rang's face that was about to collapse, Sun Dashi smiled complacently. It was really a good feeling to be in control of the overall situation and have everyone's life and death depend on his thoughts.

"But don't be impatient, my king. You are the last one. Let me see who this guy is first."

Sun Dashi looked at Zhao Yushu, and Zhao Yushu also looked at him.