Hearing Zhao Gao's words, Lin Ze couldn't help but sneered: "Why does the Prime Minister think that he will kill me?"
Zhao Gao frowned and said: "I really don't know how confident the champion is that he dares to say such things in front of me. Could it be that the champion is like Li Si?"
"Or maybe the champion thought that he had used all his strength to kill the seriously injured Chen She and worked hard to defeat the injured Li Si, so that he could become his true enemy?"
"The true peak of the seventh grade is not something they can compare to."
"There's so much nonsense," Lin Ze complained with a speechless expression. Holding the Tianwen Sword, he rushed towards Zhao Gao like a gust of wind.
The simple Tianwen Sword reflected dazzling light, passing through countless afterimages, and fell towards Zhao Gao's vitals.
If this sword is carried out, let alone Zhao Gao, who is at the peak of the seventh level, even if he is at the eighth level, Lin Ze is confident that he can cut him into eight pieces.
I saw a trace of anger on Zhao Gao's face, and he shouted three times: "I don't know what's good or bad, I don't know what to do, and I don't know how to praise."
At the same time, Zhao Gao's body shook and he transformed into countless afterimages, narrowly escaping Lin Ze's killing move.
When Lin Ze's power was exhausted, Zhao Gao advanced instead of retreating. He stepped forward, his palms appeared black, turned into palm shadows all over the sky, and shrouded Lin Ze down.
The speed is astonishing.
"That's so fast," Lin Ze was startled and immediately retreated, trying to avoid Zhao Gao's attack.
But Zhao Gao's blow was like a gangrene attached to the bone, biting Lin Ze's clothes tightly and not letting go.
Lin Ze's face was cold, and while he quickly retreated, he injected a large amount of Grandmaster's power into the Tianwen Sword, thrust it into the ground, placed it between himself and Zhao Gao, and shouted loudly: "Explode."
In the light of the calcium carbide fire, the Tianwen Sword burst out with countless dazzling sword lights, and with an extremely powerful impact, it attacked the pursuing Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao's expression changed slightly, and his body that was leaning forward immediately turned to leaning backward, and he quickly retreated, trying to avoid Lin Ze's killing move.
But things are never that easy. Just when he leaned back, the sword light came in front of him.
In desperation, Zhao Gao had no choice but to forcefully resist it. Under the impact of the impact, his whole body retreated hundreds of meters.
Lin Ze stood there, brushing his left hand to disperse the wind from Zhao Gao's palm, letting the air flow from his palm ruffle his hair.
It was just the hint of fishy sweetness in the air that reminded Lin Ze that Zhao Gao's palms were quenching poison.
In the first round, Lin Ze seemed to have taken advantage and Zhao Gao suffered a slight loss. To be precise, the two were actually evenly matched.
Overall, both sides looked down on the other.
What Lin Ze didn't expect was that Zhao Gao's speed was one minute faster than his own. Zhao Gao was able to catch him from behind and almost suffered a big loss.
Don't underestimate this speed. It's important to know that the battle between masters is all about fighting for the front line.
Especially in life-and-death fights, it often takes just one move and the whole game is lost.
If Lin Ze hadn't reacted quickly and interrupted Zhao Gao's attack in time, and allowed him to continue like this, he would have probably lost or even died at the hands of Zhao Gao without using his magical powers.
What Zhao Gao didn't expect was that Lin Ze's strength was not like a seventh-level junior at all, but rather like a seventh-level high-level or even peak level.
So much so that he suffered some losses due to Lin Ze's sudden counterattack.
Recalling his previous move to persuade Lin Ze to surrender, Zhao Gao felt a little hot on his face, and said angrily: "If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink a fine wine. After the champion dies, don't blame me for being ruthless."
To put it bluntly, the whole person is like a ghost, coming erratically.
"Is it possible that the exercises that the Prime Minister learned are from the Sunflower Book?" Lin Ze looked at Zhao Gao's strange speed and thought of his identity, so he couldn't help but ask.
As soon as Lin Ze finished speaking, Zhao Gao, wearing a red robe, came within fifty meters of him, hiding murderous intent and looking for opportunities.
"What kind of skill is the Sunflower Book mentioned by the champion?" Zhao Gao, who was looking for an opportunity, couldn't help but ask.
Lin Ze replied with a hint of melancholy: "That is a sacred book of martial arts that is exclusive to eunuchs. Only eunuchs can practice it. As the head of eunuchs, the Prime Minister can't do it. This is really a pity."
Zhao Gao coldly snorted: "Even if I don't know the truth, I will still kill you."
After saying that, he didn't care whether Lin Ze showed any flaws and rushed forward directly.
In fact, Lin Ze stood there quietly, seemingly motionless, but in fact his whole body was tense and there was no flaw.
Seeing Zhao Gao's figure changing in all directions, getting closer and closer to him, Lin Ze chuckled: "It's a pity that I am not alone."
"Modolf, do it," Lin Ze suddenly shouted in Byzantine in the direction ahead.
From the beginning to the end, Lin Ze had no intention of fighting Zhao Gao alone.
When he came, he told Modolf to hide in ambush, waiting for his orders, and use magic to sneak attack his enemies.
Mo Daofu, whose life was controlled by Lin Ze, heard Lin Ze's order and dared not neglect it. He immediately waved his wand and cast a series of negative magic on Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao felt his whole body sink and tremble, and his speed suddenly dropped by 30%.
"I got you." Taking advantage of the moment when Zhao Gao was stunned, Lin Ze merged his sword with his body and stabbed Zhao Gao's heart, head and other vital parts.
Zhao Gao wanted to retreat, but found that with the current sensitivity of his body, he could not avoid this attack at all, so he had to shout suddenly: "Mystical power, poison the world."
I saw waves of yellow-green poisonous mist filling Zhao Gao's body, floating between the sky and the earth, and part of it fell on the walls and floors of the Zhao Mansion. I saw that the walls and floors were corroded as if concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured on them.
Make big holes.
A very unpleasant smell spread out.
Most of the poisonous mist rushed towards Lin Ze.
Seeing the poisonous mist approaching him, Lin Ze's alarm suddenly increased, his hair was numb, and he had a vague premonition that if he really got a little bit of it, his skin would peel off even if he died.
"Fuck, you're such a weasel," Lin Ze couldn't help but cursed loudly and ran away.
He casually threw away the magic "Pure Light Technique" that he had just learned.
I saw that under the action of the Purifying Light Technique, part of the poisonous mist disappeared.
Hey, it worked. Lin Ze suddenly became energetic.
But when he saw the poisonous mist within hundreds of feet in front of him, Lin Ze couldn't help but frown. If he really wanted to purify it, how long would it take to purify it?
"Modolf, use wind magic to blow it away," Lin Ze ordered towards Modolf.
"Holy magic, Eye of the Storm," Modolf didn't hesitate, picked up the wand and cast a holy magic on the poisonous mist.
In the middle of the poisonous fog, an eye suddenly appeared, gradually turning into a tornado and heading towards the sky.
Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Zhao Gao quickly gathered the poisonous mist around himself, fearing that it would be swept away entirely. The poisonous mist did not appear out of thin air, but was collected carefully by him.
With a magical power like "poisoning the world", the poisonous mist generated by the magical power alone can only deal with those sixth-level warriors. If you want to deal with the strong masters, you have to rely on the poisonous mist carefully collected by Zhao Gao.
If the poisonous mist is blown away, what else can he use to deal with Lin Ze?
Although Zhao Gao reacted quickly, half of the poisonous mist was swept away by Modolf's Eye of the Storm.
Zhao Gao looked solemn as he considered his current situation.
First of all, the strength of this champion is far beyond his imagination, and is not much worse than his own.
Secondly, there are two people on the other side. If you and the champion fight alone, you may not win, let alone two people.
The most important thing is that he fell into the opponent's plot and his strength dropped by at least 30%.
If he continues to fight, he will definitely die.
But where should I escape?
Zhao Gao suddenly remembered what Hu Hai had hidden in his sleeves during the court meeting that day. He could guarantee that Hu Hai definitely had a secret treasure in his hand to deal with the Grandmaster realm.
No matter it was the identity of the emperor or the secret treasure he was holding, as long as he could convince Hu Hai to protect him, there was absolutely nothing Lin Ze could do against him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Gao glanced at Lin Ze and Mo Daofu with fear on his face, wrapped himself in poisonous mist, turned around and fled towards the palace.
When Lin Ze saw this, a sneer appeared on his face: "You want to escape, have you asked me? Modolf, let's chase."