Yimitri's expression was a little complicated. He shook his hand as if to get rid of something. He looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Tianxia people, how did you know about this?"
Zhang Yudao: "It seems that you don't know that your past stories have been described as glorious poems and spread across this land. That's where I learned your name."
A trace of human sadness appeared on Yimit's face, and he said: "I know, this is spread deliberately by my enemies in order to destroy me permanently, but I don't know that you Tianxia people can also read it.
Such a poem."
Zhang Yudao: "It is true that not everyone will read it, but I happen to be very interested in this."
Imitri regretted: "Yeah, I think the final ending of the poem may disappoint you, but it doesn't matter." He moved his eyes and said in a more serious tone: "I will continue this story."
He leaned forward, stepped on the ground with his legs, put his axes on both sides of his body, and rushed forward.
Zhang Yu clearly felt that although his speed and strength were not much worse than before, there seemed to be a problem with the coordination. And in a battle that required all-out efforts, even a slight deviation could lead to serious consequences.
Have a serious impact on combat effectiveness.
He moved easily and swung his sword, causing a wound on his body.
This time, although Imitri's wounds are still recovering, they are much slower than before. Most importantly, the spiritual light on his body is not as dazzling as before.
After receiving a few more swords, Imitri suddenly jumped back and asked in a low voice with a serious look on his face: "Why are you okay?"
Zhang Yu didn't explain anything to him, and his answer was to slash with his sword.
He knew exactly what the other person was asking.
After a god descends into a human body, although his spiritual side will greatly decline, he still has all the basic abilities that a god should have.
This includes rapid regeneration of limbs, huge strength, as well as psychological coercion and spiritual pressure. Since the opponent is called the God of Plague, he presumably has the ability to spread diseases.
There are just a few ways here, through breath, body and even spiritual contact.
Among them, breathing is undoubtedly the most difficult to guard against. Because even if he is a metaphysician, before he has observed the upper chapters, he still needs to communicate with the outside world through the breathing of the mouth and nose and the skin.
The inner light can block the entry of external poisons to a certain extent, but it cannot be completely avoided, especially in the collision with the other party's spiritual light. If you are not careful, the other party will take advantage of the opportunity to invade.
Imitri's behavior of suddenly changing into green mist was actually completely unnecessary during the battle and was purely a redundant action. But if you could guess his true purpose, you wouldn't find it strange at all.
Faced with this situation, Zhang Yu has an advantage over ordinary mystical cultivators because he has read the True Embryo Seal and can exhale all external poisons that are not beneficial to him with every breath he takes.
If the other party hopes to use these to influence and weaken him, it is a miscalculation.
Under his attack this time, Imitri obviously lost his calmness as before, and his posture gradually became chaotic.
Zhang Yan saw a flaw at this moment, and he raised his hand diagonally. The hand holding the stone ax flew out and fell to the ground far away.
Imitri hurriedly moved another stone ax in front of him, trying to parry another sword that followed him.
Zhang Yu swung his sword down diagonally. His wrist shook slightly, but it was like a bird's beak pecking hard. The tip of the sword touched the stone axe. With a cracking sound, the weapon suddenly turned into a
There was rubble all over the ground.
Imitri couldn't help but take two steps back. He looked at the remaining handle in his hand, threw it away, and then roared at Zhang Yu, his body glowing brightly.
Zhang Yu stepped forward unhurriedly, swung his sword casually, and a sword light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword. It cut through the aura and cut open one of his knees. Imitri's body turned sideways involuntarily.
, and the loss of center of gravity caused him to stagger back.
Zhang Yu would not give him another chance to recover. With another wave of his arm and a flash of sword light, he cut off his other calf.
Yimitri's body suddenly lost support and he knelt there involuntarily. He slowly raised his head, turned around, and said to Zhang Yu: "It seems that you have won. Come on, the winner has the right to deprive the loser of his
All, including life and power."
Zhang Yu stepped forward, raised the sword with both hands, paused for a moment, and slashed hard. With a muffled sound, the man's head was chopped off.
Imitri's head fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. His eyes were still looking at Zhang Yu, and he spoke with his spiritual voice: "This is not over yet. Under the Supreme,
The epic will never end, we will meet again."
As he spoke, a white light emerged from his remains, as well as from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and rushed into the sky.
Zhang Yu raised his head and took a look. He held the Xia Sword horizontally and reflected the blade of the sword on the white light. In an instant, it was like the light of the blazing sun shining into a ball of ice and snow, followed by a shrill scream,
The white light melted away in an instant and disappeared.
Pure spirituality, without the support of the body, is extremely fragile. It would be fine if there were many, but Imitri's remaining divine power is actually not much.
But he knew that the true nature of this god had not perished.
His eyes fell to the ground, and the body that Imitri had originally rested on had turned into a withered corpse, and then the skeleton collapsed and turned into a pile of dust.
He thought for a moment, then reached into his pocket and took out the little finger. Now it had turned into a black finger bone.
This is the true origin of his people.
Therefore, this thing cannot be left outside. It needs to be brought back and let Xuanfu deal with it.
Zhang Yu said lightly: "Your story ends here." He stuffed the thing back into his pocket, sheathed the sword, and walked under the altar.
Tao Dingfu was standing below with his sword at the moment. When he saw him walking down, he threw the sword and let it fall back into the scabbard behind him. He smiled and said: "Junior brother, it seems that you have solved it as well?"
Zhang Yu glanced around and saw five charred black objects in the shape of human bodies on the ground. Knowing that the place had been dealt with, he said: "It's settled, I'm going back to Ruiguang first."
Tao Dingfu nodded and said: "Okay, I also remembered something, I have to leave Ruiguang for a while." As he spoke, his body slowly floated up under the flames.
Zhang Yu looked up at him and said, "Senior brother, when can you escape?"
Tao Dingfu said with a smile: "I only discovered it in the past few days." He looked up at the sky, "The tide is receding, and it is more convenient for us to travel around."
He lowered his head and looked at Zhang Yu again, "Junior brother, we'll see you tomorrow, take care of yourself." After saying that, he soared upwards, then turned into a rainbow light and flew away in the air.
Zhang Yu watched Tao Dingfu leave, stood there for a moment, then turned around and tried to pack up the things left at the scene, including the son of the god of plague who was killed by him in the first place.
He was following this man's whereabouts this time, so he had to take him back and give an explanation.
He found a noose from the luggage on the horse's back, tied the corpse behind the horse, and then drove the horse back slowly.
Two days later, he returned to Ruiguang City.
However, he did not choose to return directly from Nancheng to the city. Instead, he turned to the port in the west and headed for Wenqi Square outside the city.
Because of the previous two incidents, there were several times more guards here than usual, and the inspections were extremely strict.
When Zhang Yu came over, because his horse was dragging a burly corpse behind him, it was extremely eye-catching. The guards couldn't help but feel nervous and put down their blazing guns one after another.
At this moment, a ray of light suddenly rose up from Zhang Yu's body, covering his whole body. The expressions of the guard leaders suddenly changed, and they all stopped their soldiers and told them to put down their blazing guns.
The horses dragged the body all the way to the middle of Wenqi Square. Zhang Yu stopped. Then he cut off the rope with his sword, leaving the body of the alien god lying there.
The young Xuan Xiu was still waiting on the side of the square. No one paid attention to him in the past two days. After seeing this scene, he immediately stood up, rushed up, pointed and said: "It's him, it's him, he's the one who killed him."
Let the king engage in them!”
Then he came up and grabbed the reins of the horse's head, and said excitedly to Zhang Yu who was sitting on the horse: "Brother Zhang, you really brought this murderer back!"
His voice was so loud that after hearing the sound, the crowd in the square began to gather spontaneously.
Young Xuanxiu pointed at Zhang Yudao: "This is Senior Brother Zhang from my Xuanfu. It's him. He was the one who killed the incarnation of the gods here last time. Now he has brought back the murderer this time!"
Everyone had already heard that the murderer this time was a god, and even though the corpse was lying there at this moment, it still exuded a fierce aura. When many Ruiguang people who were not Tianxia pureblood looked at it,
I still feel palpitations in my heart and have an urge to kneel down and worship.
At this time, they looked at Zhang Yu, whose whole body was shrouded in light, and couldn't help but feel a mixture of respect and fear in their hearts.
It seemed that the pressure the young Xuan Xiu had endured in the past few days was too great. After shouting, he suddenly knelt down in the square, hit his head on the ground repeatedly, and couldn't help crying, "Who said our Xuanfu is incompetent...
…That was just my fault, my fault.”
Zhang Yu glanced at him and said: "That's not your fault. In fact, even if you are wrong, don't be afraid." He raised his eyes and looked at the raised platform in Ruiguang City and all the buildings on it.
