Yimitri's expression was a bit complicated, he shook his hand, as if trying to get rid of something, he looked at Zhang Yu and said: "Tianxia people, how do you know about this?"
Zhang Yudao: "It seems that you don't know clearly. Your previous stories were described as brilliant poems, which were spread in this land. That's where I learned your name."
There was a trace of humanized sadness on Immitt's face, and he said: "I know, this is deliberately spread by my enemies, they want to destroy me forever, but I don't know, you Tianxia people will also read Psalms like that."
Zhang Yudao: "It's true that not everyone will read it. It just so happens that I am very interested in this."
Imitri said regretfully: "Yes, I think the final ending of the psalm may disappoint you, but it doesn't matter." He moved his eyes and said with an emphasis: "I will continue to write this story."
His center of gravity leaned forward, his legs stepped on the ground vigorously, and with the twin axes on both sides of his body, he rushed forward.
Zhang Yu obviously felt that although his speed and strength were not much worse than Fang Cai's, there seemed to be a problem with his coordination. And in a battle that requires all your strength, even a slight deviation may have a serious impact on combat power.
He moved easily, and with a swing of the long sword, a wound was already left on his body.
But this time, although Yimitri's wound is also recovering, it is much slower than before. Most importantly, the spiritual light on his body is not as dazzling as before.
After receiving a few more swords, Yimitri suddenly jumped back, with a serious expression, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you fine?"
Zhang Yu didn't explain much to him, and his answer was to slash with a sword.
He knew exactly what the other party was asking.
After the gods come into the human body, although the spiritual side will regress greatly, it still has all kinds of basic abilities that gods should have.
This includes rapid regeneration of limbs, great strength, as well as spiritual coercion and spiritual pressure, and since the other party is called the god of plague, he presumably has the ability to spread the disease.
Here are just a few ways, through breathing, physical and even spiritual contact.
Among them, breathing is undoubtedly the most difficult to guard against. Because even if he is Xuanxiu, before reading the upper chapters, he also needs to communicate with the outside world through his mouth, nose, breathing and skin.
Heart light can block the entry of external poison to a certain extent, but it cannot be completely avoided, especially in the collision with the other party's spiritual light, if there is a slight negligence, the other party will take advantage of the opportunity to invade.
Yimitri's behavior of suddenly changing the green mist is actually completely unnecessary during the battle, it is purely redundant. But if you can guess his real purpose, you won't be surprised at all.
Faced with this situation, Zhang Yu has an advantage over ordinary Xuanxiu, because he has read the seal of the real fetus, and every time he breathes, he can exhale all the external poisons that are not good for him.
If the other party hopes to use these to influence and weaken him, it is a wrong calculation.
Under his attack this time, Imitri obviously no longer had the calmness of the last time, and his posture gradually became disorganized.
At this moment, Zhang Yu saw a flaw, and he tilted up, and a hand holding a stone ax flew out, and fell far to the ground.
Immitri hurriedly moved another stone ax in front of him, trying to parry another sword that followed him.
Zhang Yu's sword swung down obliquely, and 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 immediately turned into a sword. There was gravel all over the place.
Imitri couldn't help but took two steps back. He looked at the remaining handle in his hand, shook it off, and then roared at Zhang Yu, his body glowing brightly.
Zhang Yu stepped forward unhurriedly, waved the sword casually, and a sword light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword, cutting through the aura in an instant, cutting open one of his knees, and Yimitri couldn't help but sideways. , and the loss of the center of gravity made him 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 its support, and he couldn't help kneeling there. He slowly raised his head, turned around, and said to Zhang Yu: "It seems that you won, come on, the winner has the right to deprive the loser of their rights." All, including life and power."
Zhang Yu stepped forward, raised the blade with both hands, paused for a while, and slashed heavily, and with a muffled sound, his head was chopped off.
Imitri head off?? fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, his eyes were still looking at Zhang Yu, and he spoke with spirituality: "All this is not over yet, under the highest, the epic will never end, We will meet again."
While speaking, above his remnant body, as well as in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, a white light rose and rushed into the sky.
Zhang Yu raised his head and took a look. He held Xia Jian horizontally, and pointed the reflected light of the blade at the white light. In an instant, it was like the light of a scorching sun shining into a mass of ice and snow. With a shrill hissing sound, The white light melted away in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.
Pure spirituality, without the sustenance of the body, is extremely fragile. It would be fine if there were a large number, but the remaining divine power of Imitri is long gone.
But he knew that the true essence of this god did not perish.
His eyes fell to the ground, and the body that Imitri originally entrusted had turned into a dry corpse, and then the skeleton collapsed and turned into a pile of dust.
He thought for a while, reached into his pocket, and took out his little finger, which had now turned into a blackened phalanx.
This is where his real roots lie.
So this thing can't be left outside, it needs to be brought back for Xuanfu to deal with.
Zhang Yudan said: "This is the end of your story." Putting the thing back into his pocket, he put the sword back into its sheath, and walked down to the altar.
Tao Dingfu was standing below with his sword at the moment, and when he saw him coming down, he threw the sword and let it fall back into the scabbard behind him, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, it seems that you have also solved it?"
Zhang Yu glanced around and saw five charred objects in the shape of human bodies on the ground. Knowing that this place had been cleaned up, he said, "It's settled, I'm going back to Ruiguang first."
Tao Dingfu nodded and said: "Alright, I also remembered something, I have to leave Ruiguang for a while." While speaking, his body slowly floated up against the backdrop of the fire.
Zhang Yu looked up at him and said, "Brother, when will you be able to escape?"
Tao Dingfu smiled and said: "It was only discovered in the past few days." He looked up at the sky, "The turbid tide is receding, and it is more convenient for my generation to come and go."
He lowered his head and looked at Zhang Yu again, "Then junior brother, we will see you in the future, take care." After speaking, his figure jumped up, and then turned into a rainbow light, and flew away into the air.
Zhang Yumu left with the Tao Dingfu in mind, stood there for a while, then turned around, and tried to clean up the things left on the scene, including the god son of the plague god who was beheaded by him first.
This time he came out following the whereabouts of this person, 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 to the city from the south city, but turned to the west port and came to Wenqi Square outside the city.
?Because of the previous two accidents, there were several times more guards here than usual, and the interrogation was extremely strict.
And when Zhang Yu came over, because he was dragging a burly corpse behind his horse, it was extremely eye-catching, and the guards couldn't help feeling nervous, and they raised the firecrackers one after another.
At this time, a ray of light suddenly rose from Zhang Yu's body, covering his whole body. The faces of the guard leaders changed suddenly, and they all stopped their soldiers and told them to put down their guns quickly.
The horses dragged the corpse all the way to the middle of Wenqi Square, Zhang Yu stopped, and then he cut off the rope with a sword, leaving the remains of the alien god lying there.
That young Xuanxiu was still waiting on the side of the square at this moment, and no one paid attention to him for the past two days. After seeing this scene, he immediately stood up, rushed up, pointed and said: "It's him, it's him, it's him who killed me!" Let the king engage them!"
Then he came up and grabbed the reins of the horse's head, and excitedly said to Zhang Yu who was sitting on the horse's back: "Senior brother Zhang, you really brought this murderer back!"
His voice was so loud that the crowd in the square began to gather spontaneously after hearing it.
The young Xuanxiu pointed to Zhang Yudao: "This is Senior Brother Zhang from my Xuanfu, he is the one who beheaded the incarnation of the gods here last time, and 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 the moment, it still exuded a fierce aura from all over its body. I still felt palpitations and an urge to kneel down and worship.
At this time, they looked at Zhang Yu who was covered in light again, and couldn't help feeling a sense of respect and awe in their hearts.
The young Xuanxiu seemed to have been under too much pressure these days. After shouting, he suddenly knelt down on the square, bumping his head on the ground, and couldn't help crying, "Who says 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 make mistakes, you're not afraid." He raised his eyes to the raised platform in Ruiguang City and all the buildings on it.
"Just correct the mistake."
? If you like the Xuanhun Dao Chapter, please collect it: The Xuanhun Dao Chapter is updated the fastest. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)At the same time, they looked at Zhang Yu, whose whole body was enveloped in the light, and couldn't help feeling a sense of respect and awe in their hearts.
The young Xuanxiu seemed to have been under too much pressure these days. After shouting, he suddenly knelt down on the square, bumping his head on the ground, and couldn't help crying, "Who says 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 make mistakes, you're not afraid." He raised his eyes to the raised platform in Ruiguang City and all the buildings on it.
"Just correct the mistake."
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