uphill battle
"ah!"
"Your Excellency the High Priest has been assassinated!"
"how so!"
"..."
"..."
The other Shinto practitioners, seeing Kato Tadyuki face to face, were blown away by the sudden appearance of the silver-masked man, whose life and death were unknown, all of them turned pale with horror and exclaimed.
Kato Tadyuki is the great priest of the Hachiman Shrine. In their eyes, even if he doesn't rank in the top ten, he is still a top-notch powerhouse in Shintoism.
However, it was such a strong man who was blown away without even a chance to make a move. Why didn't this shock them!
However, when Zhao Rui was about to reach out to take the Rongwu slate, these practitioners immediately woke up from the shock, and quickly cast various spells, rushing towards Zhao Rui like a tide, trying to prevent him from obtaining this piece of treasure.
Because, it is a treasure that the highest leader of Shintoism, the priest of Ise, attaches great importance to, and it must not fall into the hands of others!
"court death!"
Zhao Rui snorted coldly, and swung the bloodthirsty demon knife outward.
A blood moon-like knife glow, with a sharp whistling sound, tore apart the space, and all the spells "shooting" towards Zhao Rui disappeared instantly as if being swallowed by this blood moon!
The more than twenty Shinto practitioners couldn't help but stare their eyes round, and their expressions changed drastically.
They never expected that the tide-like offensive would be disintegrated by the opponent!
The strength shown by the sudden appearance of the silver-masked man far exceeded their expectations!
Amidst their incomparable horror, the incomparably sharp blood moon swept past them with the howl of death.
The shrill screams immediately resounded everywhere, continuously,
The rain of blood all over the sky flew up and spilled all over the ground.
Almost more than half of the twenty or so practitioners were cut in half by Zhao Rui. Only a few lucky ones who saw the opportunity early escaped the catastrophe.
Seeing the tragic death of their companions, these few survivors no longer had the slightest fighting spirit. They shouted in panic and ran out, wanting to stay as far away from this silver-faced god of death as possible.
Zhao Rui didn't go after him either, his goal was just the Rongwu slate.
He broke the tempered glass cover outside the stone slab with a punch, and was about to take the stone slab out.
Just as he was about to touch the stone slab, a black mist suddenly shot rapidly from a distance with a ferocious force, shattered the wall of the museum, and blasted in front of him in an instant.
Zhao Rui was taken aback, he didn't care to go to get the stone slab again, he quickly leaned back and dodged it.
The black mist was like an arrow from the string, rubbing against his body, "shooting" over, smashing the wall behind him, and disappearing into the dark night sky. , burning pain.
Before Zhao Rui had time to catch his breath, the second mist arrow was like a poisonous snake, with a sharp hissing sound, and "shot" in front of his eyes again!
This mist arrow is extremely powerful, if it is "shot", it will definitely be smashed to pieces!
Zhao Rui didn't have time to dodge, so he hastily put the bloodthirsty sword in front of his eyes, trying to resist.
"boom"
The black mist arrow bombarded his magic knife.
The huge impact force made him fly backwards, and hit the wall heavily, knocking out a clear human print on the wall, the bricks and stones turned into dust, and Zhao Rui fell all over in a rustle.
Zhao Rui knelt on the ground with one leg, supported the weight of his body with the magic knife, took a heavy breath, and looked painful.
He only felt that his internal organs were about to be crushed by the huge impact, and the blood was stuck in his throat, and it would gush out with a little force.
If it wasn't for the Bloodthirsty Demon Saber that blocked most of the power for him, and if what he held in his hand was an ordinary magical weapon, the blow just now would have been enough to shatter his body to pieces and make him die!
"Damn it! Who is it?"
Zhao Rui raised his head and looked in the direction where the fog arrow came from.
A figure in a loose white robe, a white high hat, and two vermilion spots between his brows was suspended in mid-air.
He held a black longbow in his left hand, and sucked the Rongwu slate into his right hand.
A powerful and cold aura emanated from him, like countless dark tentacles, floating around him, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
"Qingyuan Heisei! It turned out to be Qingyuan Heisei! Wasn't this guy lured away by the Chihuo old demon? Why did he turn back?" The muscles on Zhao Rui's face twitched slightly.
"It seems that I came back at just the right time." Qingyuan Pingcheng floated in from outside with a cold voice, "You are the cultivator who has been against us all the time. Hehe, you actually want someone to transfer me away. I felt something was wrong, so I turned back quickly, otherwise, you would have taken the Rongwu Slate! Now, where else can you go?"
Zhao Rui gritted his teeth. He really underestimated his opponent. He didn't expect the opponent to be so keen. He saw through his plan halfway and turned back in time, which made him fall short.
He glanced at the Rongwu tablet in Qingyuan Heisei's hand.
He used to be within reach of this treasure, but now it has become so far away, as if there is an insurmountable mountain in the middle.
Zhao Rui took a deep breath and tried his best to swallow the blood in his throat.
His current strength is only equivalent to that of a cultivator in the out-of-body stage, and compared with Qingyuan Heisei, it is a whole level behind.
Facing such a strong man in the distraction period, he has no chance of winning!
If he gave up on the Rongwu Slate now and fled immediately, there might still be some hope of survival.
"Silver-masked man, hand over the two treasures you stole from our Shintoism! I'll leave your whole body!" Qing Yuan Heicheng slowly floated to the sky, looking down at Zhao Rui, his handsome face was covered by The murderous aura twisted so ferociously, like a bloodthirsty zombie, it was creepy, "Otherwise, I'll summon Shikigami from another world, and peel off your skin alive as a souvenir!"
"Yeah?"
Zhao Rui smiled fiercely, and the stubbornness that had been lurking in his heart for a long time suddenly boiled up, like a torrent, gushing out from the bottom of his heart, and the thought of fleeing disappeared without a trace.
He gritted his teeth and stared at Qingyuan Heisei, with only one thought in his mind, that is, no matter what, he must take the Rongwu Slate back from Qingyuan Heisei's hands!
Zhao Rui was like a wild beast, with a low growl from his throat, kicking hard on the ground, the whole person jumped up, holding the bloodthirsty demon knife tightly, and rushed towards Qingyuan Heisei!
At the same time, the second soul was also released by him.
The second soul, who was shaped like a demon, raised his head and let out a loud roar, blasting at Qingyuan Heisei from the side.
"Fight of trapped beasts!"
Qingyuan Heisei grinned sarcastically, revealing a sinister grin, and pointed the black longbow in his hand at Zhao Rui. Black mist with a strong corpse smell came from all directions and gathered on the longbow , forming two black fog arrows.
"Yellow Spring Corpse Mist Arrow!"
Qingyuan Heisei whispered a mantra.
The bowstring sounded softly, and two mist arrows shot out, with a howling piercing through the air, split into two directions, and went straight to Zhao Rui and the second soul.
With a soft "嗤", an arrow of Huangquan Corpse Mist easily shot through the body of the second soul, and penetrated through it.
The second soul's huge body as high as three meters was shocked suddenly, and then the silver light shining all over his body quickly dimmed, and his body shrank suddenly, and finally turned into a little monster with a height of one inch, and returned to Zhao Rui's dantian in a state of embarrassment.
Just when the second soul returned, the second arrow of Huangquan Corpse Mist had "shot" in front of Zhao Rui.
Zhao Rui's face couldn't help but change slightly, he didn't expect Qing Yuanping to hit his second soul severely with one arrow.
The power of this Netherworld Corpse Mist Arrow is too terrifying!
He was already injured, so he didn't dare to take it hard again, he quickly twisted his body, used all his strength, dodged with all his strength, and finally dodged the mist arrow.
"Hmph, good luck. You actually avoided it. Then try this." Qingyuan Heicheng snorted coldly, condensing the fog of the corpse.
On his longbow, there appeared five arrows of the corpse mist of the underworld!
Qingyuan Heisei has already seen that the strength of the silver-masked man is much weaker than him, and it is already very difficult to dodge a mist arrow. Now that five arrows are fired together, he believes that he will be able to shoot the silver-masked man completely. "kill!
With a sound of "嗖", five arrows shot towards Zhao Rui from five directions, leaving no dead ends.
However, at the moment Qingyuan Heisei shot the mist arrow, Zhao Rui suddenly flicked his wrist, activated the space bracelet, and cast teleportation.
Amidst the space shock, Zhao Rui easily avoided the attack of Wujian, crossed the distance between Qingyuan Chengping and appeared behind him.
Zhao Rui's timing was excellent, Qingyuan Heisei's mist arrow had just been "shot", and there was no time to condense a new mist arrow.
This is the best opportunity for hand-to-hand combat!
Zhao Rui held his breath, poured all his true energy into the Bloodthirsty Demon Saber, and fiercely slashed at Qingyuan Heicheng silently.
"Teleport!"
Qingyuan Heisei was taken aback, he didn't expect this silver-masked man to cast such a weird spell, avoiding his killing blow!
However, he was shocked and not confused, but instead showed a mocking look on his face.
"Do you think you can hurt me with this trick! Don't you even look at the gap in strength between us!"
Qingyuan Heisei suddenly let out a high-pitched scream from his throat, and an incomparably powerful coercion emanated from him, stirring up the air around him into a vortex!
Zhao Rui's Bloodthirsty Demon Saber trembled slightly, and the blow that was directed forward was actually disturbed by the air current and deviated from the direction.
Qingyuan Heisei smiled fiercely, and shouted: "Die!"
The black longbow in his hand burst into bright black light in an instant, and an Arrow of the Underworld Corpse Mist, which had expanded ten times in size, quickly condensed, and then shot out like lightning, bombarding Zhao Rui's body heavily. body!
A victor's smile appeared on Qingyuan Heisei's face. This blow that condensed all his strength, even a high mountain, would turn into grains of sand.
This silver-masked man, whose strength is not as strong as his, will definitely be smashed to pieces!
However, the moment the fog arrow touched Zhao Rui's body, the azure light armor on Zhao Rui's body suddenly burst into dazzling azure light, and the Zhu Dan's spell on the light armor seemed to come alive General, twisted and floated up, stood in front of Wujian, and firmly blocked Wujian's path!
With a loud "boom", the huge arrow of the corpse mist from the underworld exploded and scattered into a thick and black corpse mist, but the silver-masked man was not smashed into pieces by this powerful blow. He just let out a muffled grunt and shook his body.
An unbelievable look appeared on Qingyuan Heisei's face, this result was beyond his expectation!
Logically speaking, with the level of strength displayed by this silver-masked man, it is impossible to withstand his full blow.
Why did Huang Quan's corpse mist shoot arrows at him, but didn't kill him
Qingyuan Heisei was surprised for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses.
"Azure Profound Light Armor! You are wearing the Azure Profound Light Armor of the last Rong Wu!"
"Not bad! You are too careless."
Zhao Rui gritted his teeth, resisted the blood rushing to his mouth, and spat out two words coldly. The bloodthirsty demon knife in his hand broke through the turbulent flow and slashed fiercely on his right arm.
Qing Yuan Heicheng hissed miserably, the defense was finally broken through, his right arm was almost cut in two by Zhao Rui, the bones were broken, only the flesh was still connected.
The Rongwu slate held in his right hand also rolled to the ground.
Zhao Rui snatched the Rongwu slate in lightning, laughed loudly, couldn't hold back anymore, spat out a mouthful of blood, and rushed out of the museum without looking back.
Although Tianqing Xuanguangjia eliminated more than 70% of Qingyuan Heicheng's attack power, the remaining 30% of his attack power also caused him extremely huge damage!
This is the terrifying power of cultivation in the distraction stage, he has no ability to fight anymore!
Seeing that Zhao Rui wanted to escape, Qing Yuanping quickly chased after him, but Zhao Rui activated the space bracelet, moved instantly, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Holding his injured right arm, Qingyuan Heisei looked at Zhao Ruiyuan's back, then looked at the corpses all over the floor and the museum riddled with holes, he was so furious that his hair almost stood on end!
He had such a careful plan, and he possessed such great strength, yet he watched the silver-masked man snatch away the Rongwu slate!
This is simply a great shame!
If it spreads out, he will have no face to stay in Ise Shrine!
Why is this happening!
Why is this the result!
Qingyuan Heisei raised his head and roared wildly, so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood!
He originally wanted to use this ancient stone slab as a bait to lure the enemy out and take back the lost treasure of Rong Wu.
However, what he never expected was that not only the two lost treasures were not snatched back, but the Rongwu slate used as bait was snatched away by the other party instead!
The Great Priest of Ise has very solemnly warned that this slab of shamanism is a rare treasure, which is related to the future of the entire Shinto religion. There must be absolutely no mistakes, and it must be brought back intact!
He also made an oath that no matter what, he would guarantee the safety of this treasure.
However, he has lost this ancient stone slab now!
And he just watched the silver-masked man snatch the slate away!
How should I explain this to Priest Ise!
Qingyuan Heisei stood blankly in the middle of the museum, his face ashen.
The loss of so many members of the Shinto religion, the painstaking efforts to set up many traps, and finally shooting himself in the foot, this made him unacceptable no matter what!
He only felt that the depression and rage that could not be resolved were accumulated in his chest, and more and more accumulated, almost rushing out of his chest.
Strong evil spirit and murderous intent overflowed from him, filling every corner of the hall.
The Shinto members who rushed back from the outside, seeing Qingyuan Heisei's anger, couldn't help but feel anxious, kept silent, and dared not speak out, lest they would provoke the leader and make themselves the target of venting their anger.
"I want to find him! Even if the whole Binyang is turned over, I must find him! Cut him up with a knife and feed him to Shigui!"
Qingyuan Heisei gritted his teeth and swore a poisonous oath.