The golden light on Almotai's body kept flickering, and he slowly rose into the air, and came to a place where his eyesight was level with Zhang Yu's.
Zhang Yu watched quietly as he was also flying away from the ground, and didn't think it was strange. The gods that the divine army had inherited were different from each other and had various abilities. When they matched the divine robe to a certain extent, they could
Bring it out.
The God of Beauty who inherited this one obviously has such an ability. He could not do it before because he did not notice that the restrictions of the turbid tide were weakening.
But during the collision just now, he also discovered that his body, or "divine body", because the physical side was too perfect, actually suppressed the spiritual side.
This is somewhat similar to what he encountered before.
"Divination" means that the supernatural power is stronger than physical properties, so that it can exert various abilities.
Whether it is a monk or a divine army, flying escape relies on the "spiritual" side. If you want to rely on a pure human body to fly across the sky, you must directly change the structure of the body.
Although Almotai can fly in the sky at this moment, because of his lack of spirituality, when he comes to the sky, he will no longer be as omnipotent as he is on the ground.
Here, he will lose his freedom.
Zhang Yu's mind moved, and the light on his body flickered and continued to rise upwards.
This was Almotay's first time flying in the sky. Human beings have always been full of longing and longing for the sky. Even he was filled with excitement at this moment. Watching Zhang Yu go to a higher place, he didn't think too much for a moment and just followed.
Chasing from above.
The two of them walked in tandem and soon reached the floating clouds in the sky.
Zhang Yu did not fly upwards anymore, but stopped again. Through his flight just now, he had a rough idea of the speed that the opponent could show in mid-air.
Because his spirit is weaker than his body, his speed is much slower than his, and he is even more stiff when turning and moving.
In a battle, just a slight difference in speed may determine life or death, not to mention such a huge difference. It can be said that when you reach the sky at this moment, you are coming to his home court.
He stretched out his hand to take it, and Xia Jian flew out of the sheath, jumped into his hand, and then merged with the sword, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards him!
Almotai subconsciously wanted to dodge, but when he exerted force under his feet, there was nothing. He realized that this was not on the ground, and was about to move his body spiritually, but at this time, the sword light flashed, and it had already hit his driving arm.
on the arm.
His body suddenly shook, and the golden light on his body flickered.
Zhang Yu's sword gathered all the power at one point, and under the influence of the light of his heart, these powers were not vented outward at all, and were completely absorbed by Almotai.
After striking out with his sword, he flashed forward, like a stream of light, and went far away, giving the opponent no chance to fight back. And after a flash, the next sword struck him swiftly.
At this time, Almotai felt the threat from Zhang Yu's attack to him.
Although he can withstand the power of each sword, it does not mean that it does no harm to him, it is just that the damage is slightly smaller. When these injuries continue to accumulate, his combat effectiveness will undoubtedly be weakened.
At this moment, his strong combat intuition came into play. He just noticed the flash in his eyes, and immediately punched the incoming force. He wanted to take the initiative to attack, forcing the opponent to no longer be able to launch an offensive so unscrupulously.
Zhang Yu's mind changed. Under the influence of his heart's light, he turned slightly and drew an arc along his body, avoiding the punch. Now, as long as Almotai is still in the sky, he will be his living target.
, he doesn’t have to rush to attack like this, he just needs to find the right opportunity.
Moreover, in the sky, the attack is no longer a simple one, but can be launched from all angles, up, down, left, and right. As the mind turns, the light wrapped around the body and another turn will bypass the person's back.
The sword pointed at his head.
Almotel seemed to notice something, and suddenly turned around. Although he was unable to move and fly, such simple turning movements could be completed smoothly. Regardless of the sword light that was about to fall on him, he punched him!
However, the place where the punch landed was empty. Before he could react, there was a sudden shock on the right shoulder, and another violent tremor in his body.
Zhang Yu was also adjusting his attack method at this time. He found that to deal with such people, it is better to attack in an arc rather than straight up. Not only is it easier to turn and fly, but the momentum it creates is also better.
It will not be weakened by a sudden change of direction, and it will also make it more difficult for the opponent to figure out the origin of his offensive.
And at this time, another shortcoming of Almotai was discovered. Due to the lack of spirituality, when he observes external things, he mostly uses the senses originally possessed by his body, and his spirituality only plays a supporting role.
But if he has a seal at the moment that can interfere with the other party's senses, then he can easily play with it in applause.
It's a pity that he has never seen such a seal.
He secretly reminded himself that after returning this time, he must try to make up for his shortcomings in this area, and not only must he try to obtain such abilities, but he must also find ways to prevent the other party from using such means to deal with him.
At this moment, Almotai was completely passive in the face of the sword lights flying in the sky. He could not even judge accurately which direction the enemy was coming from.
He realized that he could not go on like this, and he had to return to the ground. Although doing so would probably cause the operation to fail this time, he believed that he would be able to find a way to deal with Zhang Yu next time.
So he curled up his body, hugged his head with both hands, raised his knees, and buried his face in them. His whole body was wrapped in a faint golden light, and then he let himself fall to the ground.
Zhang Yu saw what he did, and he attacked him with his sword without hesitation, turning into a stream of stars in the sky and flying around, constantly attacking the man with his sword.
Like a falling meteor, Almotai hit the ground with a loud bang, creating a huge deep crater.
Zhang Yu knew that he could not counterattack at this time, so he struck out with another sword, but his power was completely concentrated on him, and he did not create too much momentum, but the golden light below struck him with his sword.
It became a bit bleaker.
After making a move with his sword, he turned around and came to the sky above the big pit, floating there, with his sleeves behind his back, looking down.
As the golden light surged, Almotai walked out of the pit step by step. At this moment, his body was covered with tiny drops of blood. This was the injury caused by the previous attack. The overall damage taken meant the overall injury.
But returning to the earth made him feel extremely at ease.
But he knew that he had already lost this battle.
Facing an opponent who had a complete advantage in the air, he had no way to defeat him at the moment.
But when he got to the ground, it was impossible for the opponent to press him and hit him like before.
All he needs to do now is to leave this moment and return to the Shenwei Army's military camp.
He believes that when he comes next time, the situation will not be like this again.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Yu, as if he wanted to imprint the latter's figure firmly in his heart to remember the shame of this defeat.
Zhang Yuze looked at him quietly. Under Almotai's slightly surprised gaze, he let go of the hilt of the sword and let the sword fly out. The tip of the sword was slowly raised and aimed at him.
