Zhang Yu stood in the middle of the field, holding a sword in one hand and his sleeves and robes fluttering in the wind. He did not raise his head to look, but focused on the God of Plague in front of him. He said: "Brother, I will leave the rest to you."
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He shook his sword and walked forward.
Tao Dingfu smiled and said: "Since junior brother has chosen his opponent, then..." He looked at the several divine sons one by one, "Leave the remaining few to me."
"God of Plague" Imitri looked up at this time.
He could feel that the Tianxia man's body in the air contained a powerful force, like a lava volcano waiting to erupt, and the fire surrounding his body also made him very uncomfortable.
So he gestured to the left and right, and the three men and two women bowed respectfully to him, then jumped up one after another, constantly leveraging their strength on the steps and high corridors, and rushed into the sky from different directions.
As soon as Tao Dingfu waved his hand, the long sword of fire flow returned to his hand. He swung the sword casually, and brought a flow of fire with him. He collided with the son of God who rushed up. With a bang, the latter came with a roar.
Screaming, he was shot down from the sky and fell heavily back to the ground.
Yimitri paid no attention to the fighting there. He watched Zhang Yu approaching, slowly opening his hands holding the ax in a posture.
When Zhang Yu stepped up, he also observed the strange god in front of him. His body at the moment should be the same as those of the sons of gods. He was reconstructed and transformed from a mummy, so he retained his human appearance, which may be his original appearance.
He knows very well that if the bodies of these supernatural gods are under the long-term infusion of divine power, they will undergo magical changes. This is to facilitate the development of their own supernatural abilities. However, after being transferred to a new body, these abilities will undoubtedly
will disappear.
Not only that, because these supernatural gods cannot create everything out of thin air, so while the divine power re-endows this body with new vitality, the emotions, feelings, likes and dislikes inherent in the human body will also be stimulated.
Because the body is revived by divine power, these are blended with divine power. If they are forcibly removed, they will only lose their own divine power. They will not do such stupid things when there are enemies in front of them.
Their divine side will be relatively weakened, while their human side will be improved, so now... is the time when they are at their weakest!
His steps suddenly moved swiftly, and his long sword drew a beautiful arc, slashing from the front!
Imitri raised his ax in one hand and raised it to meet him.
With a clang, the sword blade cut into the thick stone axe. Under the protection of spirituality, the weapon was not damaged.
However, in this powerful blow, Imitri's figure did not move at all. He raised his hand and turned it outwards, while the ax in the other hand swung up quickly.
Zhang Yuze raised the blade of the sword with a slight flip of his wrist, and at the same time stepped back, retreating lightly.
Imitri suddenly stepped forward, twisted his waist and exerted force, and the two axes in his hands came in turn, one ax after another, without any gaps in between, and he was not simply fast, but with a rhythm
, every step he took, he stepped on the right position. Obviously, under the infusion of divine power, he fit in well with this body.
Zhang Yu was retreating, swiping his sword lightly, and constantly deflecting the opponent's heavy axes. He could feel that every ax struck contained a majestic force, firmly clinging to him.
But his steps were very steady, and when the sword and ax collided, he would move slightly outward with each step, constantly relieving the huge force coming from the sword.
Unknowingly, the two of them had exchanged positions with each other.
Imitri's footsteps were heavy at this moment, his spiritual light surged, and he suddenly burst out with more powerful strength and speed than before, and the two axes slashed down at the same time.
Zhang Yu's center of gravity was slightly lowered, and his horizontal sword met him. However, his sword blade was slightly tilted. It first collided with the first ax blade, and after the force was released, it collided with the second ax blade.
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But at this time, he discovered that the power on the two ax blades was not consistent, and the subsequent power was greater and more violent. He did not catch it forcefully, but used the power of the first ax to retreat slightly, and at the same time relied on the long sword.
The characteristic of being longer is that with a swing of the wrist, like a swallow's tail skimming the water, it creates a gap above the opponent's elbow.
boom!
Yimitri's two axes fell heavily on the ground. He controlled his strength very well and only made two shallow pits. Then he looked at Zhang Yu a few steps away and slowly stood up.
Zhang Yu also looked at the other person, and he found that in just a blink of an eye, the place where the other person was cut by the sword blade had been re-closed. This recovery speed was much faster than the incarnation of the God of Balance.
Through this round of confrontation, he has already tried it out. This alien god is more powerful than him, and his speed is faster than him once it breaks out. The only flaw is that he is somewhat inferior in the use of combat skills.
But this is also relatively speaking. The combat skills of this plague god are actually superior to all the opponents he has encountered before.
So... he put his hand on the sword blade, gently stroked the sword spine with his fingers, and made a slight buzzing sound. At the same time, he paid attention to the opponent. If he wanted to defeat him, he could only think of ways to use his sword skills.
At this time, Yimitri struck his two axes together, raised his chin slightly, and said proudly: "Although you are very strong, if the divine body I prepared had not been destroyed by you, and the loss of divine power was too great, you would not be me.
opponent."
Zhang Yu said calmly: "These words will not restore your strength, nor will they make you stronger, nor will they change the current situation."
Yimitri suddenly sighed, "Maybe, but some words are okay, but it's a pity that I can't hear that voice anymore." He tightened the ax in his hands, and there was a slight green light emitting from his body.
Yes, his eyes became dangerous.
Zhang Yu adjusted his breathing, and the jade light on his body began to fluctuate. Suddenly, the figure of Yimitri in front of him suddenly disappeared from the place, and the whole person rushed forward again.
He raised his sword to meet each other, and the sword blade and the double ax struck each other briefly, and then separated again. Then a series of sounds of weapons clashing were heard, and the spiritual light on both sides continued to flicker.
In this confrontation, although Zhang Yu did not have the advantage in terms of strength and speed, his timing and combat skills were superior to his opponent, leaving wounds on Imitri's body from time to time.
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Although Imitri is now more humane, he is not as violent as his son Kutai. He remains silent and suppresses himself, as if waiting for something.
Zhang Yuze kept observing during the fight. When this alien god has a complete carrier, there are almost no flaws. Therefore, to defeat him, it is best to cut off part of the opponent's limbs first, and then take advantage of his recovery.
At that time, the results of the battle continued to increase.
After the two sides fought for more than ten breaths, Imitri seemed to see that the situation was too stalemate, and ignored the sword that stabbed his chest. Then he rushed forward and exploded as before.
A tremendous strength.
Zhang Yu calmly moved forward, and the sword flashed, swaying slightly, turning from a stab to a crosscut, and the final impact was directly on the person's neck. If Imitri did not change his momentum, then his
The head may be severed with one blow.
Even gods cannot exert the power they should have after losing their complete physical carrier.
But at this moment, Imitri's spiritual light surged all over his body, and his body suddenly turned into a dark green invisible smoke, and he suddenly collided with him!
Zhang Yu suddenly felt a huge force coming up, and then his whole body was knocked away. With a bang, a huge shallow pit was smashed into the thick stone wall behind him, and the light in his body swayed.
Flying and dazzling.
As soon as the green mist gathered, Yimitri regained his figure and stared at him deeply, as if expecting something.
At this time, his chest was rising and falling slightly. It was obvious that the attack just now had not caused no damage to him, so he could no longer continue to attack.
Zhang Yu's face under the hood was buried in the shadows, and no specific expression could be seen. He stood up straight again from the stone pit, and then spread out his palm, and there was a small finger lying inside.
Yimitri suddenly realized something. He raised his left hand and looked at it. A section of his little finger was cut off, but the injury did not recover as quickly as before.
At this moment, Zhang Yu put his five fingers together and pinched the little finger into his palm.
The reason why he called out Imitri's name just now was because he wanted to confirm whether the other party was the "Imitri" in the epic chapter.
In that epic poem, the little finger of his left hand left to his wife was the source of strength for Imitri's rebirth.
The epic may be exaggerated, but it also has its basis for existence.
In the culture of "Kuruyinchi", the world is cyclical, and the little finger represents the end, the creation from nothing, and rebirth.
And he had already seen clearly through the constant slashing test just now that after Imitri suffered a sword injury, his body's recovery usually started with the left half of the body first, and the right half of the body was slightly slower.
Although the difference here is subtle.
But there is no doubt that the closer the injury is to the left hand side, the faster it will recover.
This shows that the source of his divine power originates from the end of his left hand.
However, it is also possible that his guess is wrong, but if you don't give it a try, how will you know?
And now it seems that his judgment was undoubtedly correct.
He moved the sword with his arm, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and said softly: "Now is the second round."
