Start from the thief

Chapter 666 Removal

"Come on, smile."

Sun Dashi clamped the steward's face with his hands and forced his crying face, which was covered with snot and tears, into a smiling face.

The steward's tears began to bleed.

Sun Dashi let go of his hands, took two steps back, clapped his hands, laughed and shouted, just like a child who had just got a toy.

Then he couldn't laugh anymore.

A feather arrow pierced the steward's heart.

Sun Dashi's lips trembled as he looked at Zhao Yushu, whose hand was still in the throwing posture.

"He betrayed you."

"It doesn't matter."

"The Tang people are indeed all hypocrites."

"It doesn't matter."

"When you die later, no one will give you a quick death."

"It doesn't matter."

After saying "it doesn't matter" three times in a row, Sun Dashi finally couldn't keep calm. He was in his seventies or eighties and was no longer at the age where he got angry easily, but today he still got so angry at this young man.

I'll make him die slowly later.

"When will you dance?"

"Are you in such a hurry to die?"

Zhao Yushu shook his head: "You shouldn't have killed him first. Now that I have one more chance, I think I should know what tricks you are using. I just want to see you perform it again and relax."

The methods used by cultivators may vary, but the essence remains the same, which is the use of spiritual power.

Miao Yin Hai had made Zhao Yushu very embarrassed back then, but later Lao Zhao discovered that she just used spider silk and cold air more covertly, and instantly broke her little trick. When she was exposed, Zhao Yushu thought that an ordinary triple-heaven warrior could knock her down.

Therefore, people who like to play tricks are basically gamblers. Either the winner takes all, or the loser loses everything.

It stands to reason that the most reasonable way to deal with a man like Sun Dashi would be to forcefully rush in and kill him while he's dancing. However, the fact that Sun Dashi is still alive and famous must have been proven by countless predecessors who have risked their lives to have discovered that this method doesn't work.

Furthermore, this dance is most likely a cover-up, because the first reaction of any normal person would be to find a way to interrupt his dance. Even if they don't dare to get close, long-range means, although difficult, are not impossible.

Obviously, this trick didn't work.

Sun Dashi started dancing. Zhao Yushu casually moved to a bag thrown on the ground, sat on it, and watched Sun Dashi dancing with interest.

Sun Dashi's forehead began to sweat.

It stands to reason that as a great monk of the Ninth Heaven, even if he did not have any strange tricks, he would not be afraid of a Seventh Heaven monk just by his brute strength.

But when he saw Zhao Yushu's mocking expression, he was indeed a little scared.

The other party claimed that he had seen through his tricks.

The other party is not bluffing.

Zhao Yushu was sitting on the cargo bag. Behind him, where Sun Dashi couldn't see, there were three swords stuck in the ground.

A Minghong sword, which does not kill mortals, but only kills spirits such as mountain gods and river spirits, and with the power of the Human Emperor Sword, nothing can escape its sight;

A dragon bird, all the soldiers will bow down to it, no weapon can approach quietly within three feet;

Madam Xu's sharp aura reaches the sky and the earth, and anyone who sees her inside will feel a tingling sensation in their heart.

There was also a Chengying, which kept circling around his body irregularly under the control of Zhao Yushu's fingers.

Finally, there was Kunwu, who had been quietly hiding in the shadows in the chaos. He held the Assassin in his hand, ensuring that the darkness could be opened at the first moment.

With these magical soldiers guarding him, Zhao Yushu didn't believe that anything could sneak up on him.

Yes, he can now basically be sure that this mysterious Sun Dashi is just relying on dancing to attract the target's attention. The real killer move is either some kind of elf or some kind of weapon, or at most an invisible partner.

He used this killing trick to dominate the Liao Kingdom for decades, making a name for himself through the visually impactful slaughter of the weak, and then flattering the big shots who were too powerful to offend. Only then was he able to be so successful and notorious over the years.

He should have a protective treasure or skill to prevent the most likely close combat attack. Zhao Yushu hoped it was a treasure.

"Haven't you finished dancing yet?"

Sun Dashi was still dancing, and the time he had spent had exceeded the total of his previous two dances, but he still showed no intention of stopping.

After hearing Zhao Yushu's slightly joking question, Sun Dashi pretended not to hear it, but the curse he chanted became more urgent.

Zhao Yushu's consciousness moved, and he suddenly felt a faint touch coming from behind him, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Let me guess right.

Zhao Yushu likes gambling, and he often wins, but there are times when you lose. A guy like him who dances at the gate of the King of Hell almost every day will be sent to the Eighteenth Level of Hell if he loses the bet, so he always tries to leave a way out for himself.

For example, his legs were always shaking slightly to ensure that he could use the Shadow Step in the shortest time possible. One of his hands never left Avalon. Although he did not defeat his second uncle, Avalon was still his most reliable retreat.

If I win the bet, I will chop you up. If I lose, I will overturn the table and run away. The gambling style of Lao Liu from the academy is so simple and shameless.

Therefore, it would be difficult for Sun Dashi to kill Zhao Yushu no matter what.

But Lao Zhao won the bet this time.

Minghong issued a warning that the one coming was a so-called god, which of course Lao Zhao called a monster.

Faced with Minghong's pressure, the monster never dared to get closer, but Sun Dashi urged it more and more urgently, so it had to try to get closer, and was immediately discovered by Zhao Yushu.

With a whistling sound, several weapons were retracted, leaving only a Minghong sword that shone brightly. A leech as long as an arm let out an unexpectedly piercing scream and appeared from mid-air.

It’s no wonder that blood-sucking leeches can become invisible.

Sun Dashi's eyes widened as he watched his partner of many years trying to escape, but was entangled in mid-air by nearly transparent silk threads.

An ancient dagger slashed through the air, blood rained down, and the leeches' screams stopped abruptly.

Minghong shook himself twice in mid-air to shake off the few drops of blood that were stuck to the sword, seeming to be very disgusted.

He would never swallow such evil things, as it would be disgraceful.

Sun Dashi uttered a cry of despair, stopped dancing, and flew forward with the sacrificial knife raised.

Now that Leech is dead, his trump card is exposed. Given what he has done in the past, who knows how many people will come seeking revenge on him.

Moreover, the big shot behind him would no longer protect him since he was already half useless.

The blood demon was thus removed from the list.

But I am still a ninth-level cultivator!

Sun Dashi was not slow, and the sacrificial knife did not seem to be used just for sacrifices, at least the blade was very sharp.

Moreover, Zhao Yushu did not forget that he still had a trump card that could defend against close-range attacks.

Kunwu rushed forward without hesitation. Sun Dashi was stunned. He had never thought that there was someone who looked exactly like this boy hiding nearby.

It must be his twin brother.

A cruel smile appeared on Sun Dashi's lips.

I can die, but your brother will also be gone, and you will live in pain for the rest of your life.

All the tattoos on Sun Dashi's body suddenly cracked, and a lot of blood gushed out.

Normally he would never use so much blood, but today, he wanted to make sure the person in front of him had no chance of survival.

Darkness fell, blocking everyone's sight. A green light flashed and Kunwu calmly returned to the Qi Sea.

The vision was restored again, and no one saw what happened. They only saw Sun Dashi standing there in a daze, with the trump card handed to a non-existent person.

Zhao Yushu stepped forward, held the sword with both hands, and slashed down diagonally.

Sun Dashi was removed from the list.