Chapter 259 Death of Zhou Yun

"Extreme·Stab!"

A deep and firm voice interrupted Zhou Yun's grim smile.

It was still the swordsman.

It was still that familiar move.

"Hahaha, is that all your summoned beast has? It only has this one move?"

With the power bestowed upon him by the Ink Sacrifice, Zhou Yun was now extremely rampant. His Qi was stained with black ink, making him look even stronger.

Swish——

The Abyss Swordsman was still as fast as ever.

A knife flashed past.

The attack with real damage still passed through the Qi defense and chopped Zhou Yun's body.

Puff!

But this time there was no blood or the sound of slashing on flesh, not even the damage value, only the muffled sound of slashing on the water.

The Abyss Swordsman's body was also stained with a lot of ink.

"Hahaha!"

"Stupid!"

"This is a power you don't understand at all. What about the real damage? You can't see through the defense of ink!"

"Death Qi!"

Zhou Yun waved the giant sword and slashed out several Qi sword qi, slashing in the direction of Zheng Yu. A large amount of sword qi mixed with ink was blocked by the water wall of the angry wave.

Zheng Yu was not panicked. He observed the water wall soaked with ink in front of him.

"It is indeed a power I don't understand."

"This power should be the upper-level strongman of your Advent Sect, right? It is very special and easy to recognize. It is also a power that cannot be hidden."

"I heard that most of the strong men of the Advent Sect are actually some professionals hidden among the strong men of Jiuzhou. Is the ink you use one of them?"

Zheng Yu's question made Zhou Yun stunned for a moment.

Zhou Yun directly avoided the topic and chose to use the power given to him by the ink sacrifice to kill Zheng Yu.

He crossed the Abyss Sword Master and rushed directly to Zheng Yu.

Facing the summoner, the fastest way to win is to kill the summoner himself directly.

As for the Abyss Sword Master...

When Zhou Yun swung out the giant sword with ink, the Abyss Sword Master directly half-knelt on the ground weakly. Zheng Yu even felt the breath of the Abyss Sword Master in Zhou Yun's sword.

"Can it absorb the power of the target stained with ink?"

Zheng Yu was a little afraid of this adventist who gave Zhou Yun power. This power was not only weird, but also very practical.

Crashed!

Zhou Yun chopped off the three layers of shields on Zheng Yu's body, the water protection of the Shadow of the Raging Waves, the protection of the Queen of the Psylocke, and the shield defense of his own equipment.

But Zheng Yu was not hurt at all.

Because Zheng Yu has the [Little Giant++] Hex Enhancement Rune, he can become small and fast, so fast that he can retreat to a safe position in an instant.

As a summoner, Zheng Yu doesn't have much else, but he has many life-saving skills.

"Ink·Diffusion!"

Seeing Zheng Yu escape, Zhou Yun was not panicked at all. He imitated the sound of the ink ritual and spread the ink on Zheng Yu's body.

"Raging waves."

"This ink is all over the place, it's too dirty, wash it."

Zheng Yu ordered.

"Yes."

The raging shadow, who had been protecting Zheng Yu, stood up, the harpoon in his hand fell to the ground, the water field unfolded, and the ground began to emit the sound of waves.

Boom!!!

Everyone looked at the rooftop in surprise.

Because they had never seen the spectacle of a rooftop flooding.

Even Kong Yi couldn't help but admire: "This is really a way to play with summoned beasts."

Boom——

The raging shadow released the raging sea waves, flooding the top floor of the entire ruined building, and a large amount of water washed the ink spilled by Zhou Yun on the rooftop.

Including the ink on Jian Hao's body.

After Zheng Yu saw the ink being washed away by the raging waves, he smiled: "It seems that you have only obtained the power of this powerful man who uses ink, but you are far from mastering the correct way to use this magical talent."

"If it is a power that can be washed away by water casually, it is no different from ordinary ink."

Zhou Yun shook off the water on his head in embarrassment, looked at the ink ball on his head that had become less and lighter, and gritted his teeth.

"Even this is enough to deal with you!"

"Extreme·Stab!"

Swish——

Another knife.

"Fuck, are you annoying!"

But this time, Zhou Yun found that he actually cut open the body with ink defense.

Zheng Yu smiled and said, "The seventh-level swordsman really only knows one move."

"The eighth-level Extreme·Abyss Swordsman also knows one move, called Extreme."

"The Extreme of reaching the pinnacle."

"A skill that can be infinitely stacked and infinitely increase damage."

"Didn't you notice?"

"Even Mo's defense can't stop the damage of Extreme."

"Extreme·Stab!"

As Zheng Yu said, Zhou Yun also felt the weirdness of this move. This time he saw the movements of the Abyss Swordsman clearly.

It was not the Abyss Swordsman's body that drew the knife, but a group of illusory spirits!

The knife was unsheathed, and the Abyss Swordsman's body did not move at all. The group of spirits fought in the direction of the unsheath. After slashing the target, the spirit returned.

The swordsman had already disappeared from the spot, using extremely fast speed to change another position to draw the knife.

This is why Zhou Yun couldn't find the swordsman at all.

"Hunting field."

At this time, the Abyss Swordsman finally whispered a word other than stab.

Zhou Yun didn't have the time to ask Zheng Yu, "Didn't you say he only had one skill?" Because he felt the threat of death.

Several spirits suddenly dispersed from the body of the Abyss Swordsman.

Each spirit was the location where he had attacked.

There were nine attacks in total, which meant nine spirits.

At the same time, they attacked Zhou Yun!

Zhou Yun's breathing suddenly stopped, because he found that he could not dodge no matter how hard he tried.

"Mo Jili!"

Zhou Yun shouted.

But the ink on his head had an extremely disgusted feeling, as if to say, with my power, I can't even beat a summoned beast.

It even broke away from Zhou Yun's head in the end, taking away a large part of Zhou Yun's power...

Zhou Yun was allowed to be chopped into pieces by the swordsman's hunting field.

Zhou Yun looked at his body in despair.

He couldn't avoid it.

He couldn't bear it.

He watched his arm being chopped off.

He watched his waist being cut horizontally.

Finally, he looked deeply at Zheng Yu.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of relief, not hatred, nor resentment, as if... this was one of the endings he had thought of.

Zhou Yun had always thought that he was just unlucky. If he really faced Zheng Yu, he would have a hundred ways to kill him.

He even practiced in his dreams.

A level 45 professional was considered an upper-class person in Jiuzhou, and he was always proud of his strength.

Although he was not as good as Nan Muyun and Liao Ning, the top professionals in Jiuzhou, he was also a mayor-level character admired by thousands of people.

His status, connections, and life were all extremely superior.

So much so that after Zheng Yu appeared and when Zheng Yu rejected his "good intentions", Zhou Yun had never thought that one day he would fall to such a point.

Because... he was just a summoner who was less than level 10.

So what if he had S-level talent?

How many professionals with S-level talent could not even reach level 25, let alone this summoner.

Who would have thought... in just less than half a year.

The sewer summoner that he looked down on had grown to a level that frightened him.

In fact, after Zheng Yu had successfully passed the prison death row, Zhou Yun had a feeling that he was going to die.

He knew Zheng Yu's character, and he was not a generous person who would forgive him.

However, until just now, he still thought that with his own strength, it was still in time to get rid of Zheng Yu. After all, he was only in his thirties.

But now Zhou Yun understood one thing.

The gap between talents cannot be made up.

The gap between people is sometimes greater than the gap between people and dogs.

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