The corpse that was still there just now, why did it disappear without a sound
Zheng Yang didn't have time to think about it, and his first reaction was to take two big steps forward to gain strategic space, then rotate his waist, drive the machete, and slash behind him.
This knife cut through the air, but Zheng Yang's judgment was not completely wrong, and the headless sailor was five meters away behind him.
I saw it grabbing the exposed spine on its neck with its backhand, and slowly pulled out a long sword...
Fuck, do you want to be so cruel to yourself
Zheng Yang rolled his dry throat and swallowed with difficulty.
The last humanoid drew a long knife from its stomach, and this one drew a long sword from its spine.
Is it more ruthless? What about the next one
Zheng Yang put the machete on the left side, put his left palm on his right wrist, and began to accumulate energy... How does it feel a bit like the prodigal son Kenshin's sword drawing technique
Spiritual energy poured into his body from nothingness, Zheng Yang concentrated his energy and spirit, and the surrounding became very quiet.
Well, it was dead silent.
The headless sailor strode forward quickly, like a knight charging, engulfed by an aura that I am invincible.
When it got close to a distance of two meters, it drew its sword...
swish swish...
The two sword lights intertwined into a cross shape and landed on Zheng Yang in an instant.
"F*ck!"
Zheng Yang couldn't react at all. The gap in strength between the two sides was too great. He had clearly prepared his momentum, and he only needed to grasp the opportunity to strike with a thunderbolt.
However, when he realized that the headless corpse was about to attack, the cross cut had already fallen on him.
Zheng Yang flew upside down. His right forearm, forearm, face, and chest were cut open, with bones visible deep inside, and he fell backwards onto the huge winch.
"Damn it, how could it be so strong!"
Zheng Yang turned over and lay on his back, feeling that it was going to be cold this time, and his vitality was leaving his body quickly.
"No, I still have cards!"
Zheng Yang used his psychic power to suppress the injury, and was still lying on the ground, but he had placed the machete on the left side again.
Come on, I'll lie on the ground, face me...
The headless sailor rushed forward, making a loud bang every step of the way, accumulating strength for it.
Another two meters away, the headless sailor held up his long sword, as if he was going to cut Zheng Yang, who was powerless to resist, into two pieces.
The sword body reflected the blood-colored light above, and it was scarlet and weird. Without the extreme speed of the cross cut, the sword is as thick as it can split a mountain.
It's now!
"The thorns burn!"
Zheng Yang activated the mantra, and the flame spread from the palm of the knife holding the knife to the machete in an instant, crossing the entire blade and still not stopping.
With all the energy and psychic energy pouring out of his body, Zheng Yang had only one thought left at this moment - to use the knife!
Shua~
The machete brought out a three-meter-long fire knife, from left to right, from bottom to top, like splitting the sky, cutting across the headless sailor's waist.
The headless sailor's body froze, and the long sword he raised high was still pointing at the sky, but he couldn't strike again. Starting from its waist, flames spread out, burning blazingly, and quickly covering the whole body.
In the flames, its upper body slid down, and before it touched the ground, it turned into fly ash together with its lower body.
A white light slightly larger than the Sailor Monster last time shot into Zheng Yang's head. But Zheng Yang was already at the end of his strength, and the injuries on his body could no longer be suppressed, and blood spurted out.
"Boom~boom..."
"Boom~boom..."
"Boom~boom..."
There was a voice.
This is not the sound of footsteps, it is more like the sound of a heartbeat, coming from an unknown distance below the tower.
Something is approaching here.
Zheng Yang tried his best to relax, slow down his breathing, and let his breath last as long as possible. The powerful recovery ability of the werewolf gene only played a role in delaying the onset of the injury at this time.
He had to hold on until the fog lifted and send him back, otherwise he didn't know what the consequences would be.
The real feeling of being on the verge of death now made Zheng Yang overturn his original judgment, and began to wonder if his real body was transported to this ghost ship.
If there is a kind of power that can transport people to such a place, then it is also a basic operation to restore the injury while transporting people back, and it cannot be concluded that it is an illusory dream.
His thinking became slower and slower, and his mind began to blur. The double physique and resilience brought by the power of the blood only slowed down the deterioration of the injury.
"Boom~boom..."
"Boom~boom..."
The sound of the heartbeat came under the tower, and the breath of depression and fear spread from below to the tower.
Finally, the mist emerged from nothing and enveloped Zheng Yang.
Zheng Yang felt relieved, and vaguely saw a huge head rising up from the bottom of the tower, and the airflow from the nostrils could almost blow him away.
In the next second, Zheng Yang's consciousness sank and he fell into darkness...
This time, Zheng Yang didn't wake up right away, he felt as if he had slept for a while. When I opened my eyes, the morning sun had shot into the cabin through the gap in the curtains.
Zheng Yang got up quickly to check the time. Fortunately, it was only 20 minutes until seven o'clock, so he didn't oversleep.
He quickly tidied up the bed, washed it in three minutes, and restored the bed to a sofa, then walked to the bow and propped the boat away from the pier with bamboo poles.
The three paddle machines actually have a reverse gear, but the battery power is not much, and it is quite fast to support it with a bamboo pole.
When Zheng Yang returned to the sailing dock, Alima and Eva also arrived on time. They were wearing sunglasses, and each was carrying a bulging backpack, and they didn't know what they were carrying.
Alima's dress is very casual today. She is wearing a long printed dress with blue flowers on a white background. Her long blue hair is folded and randomly pinned behind her head with a big hairpin. The face showed the charm of a mature woman to the fullest.
Eva is dressed in a youthful and vigorous dress, wearing white tight trousers and small boots, her long legs and buttocks are tightly stretched. On the upper body is a white short-sleeved T-shirt with cartoon little monsters printed on it. The long blue hair inherited from her mother is tied in a bundle, hanging from the back edge of the white golf sun visor, full of vitality.
Zheng Yang stood at the bow of the boat, opened a section of the protective fence, and took the two of them aboard.
It was the first time for Eva to see Zheng Yang's boat, and she exclaimed in a crisp voice: "Wow, what a beautiful boat!"
The last time Alima stood above the pier and saw the sailboat, it was obviously different from now. There was doubt in her eyes, and Zheng Yang immediately explained: "It was a new boat before, it was renovated yesterday, and it just came back!"
The three of them entered the cabin, and it was convenient inside. On both sides of the tea table was a sofa, and on the other side was a floor cabinet, all of which were window seats. As soon as they put their backpacks on the floor, they took out all kinds of food.
Fruits, beverages, biscuits, bread, canned food, ham…
"Zheng Yang, I brought you breakfast!" Eva took out a bag of still hot bread and two boxes of hot milk, and smiled sweetly at Zheng Yang.
Zheng Yang was also happy, and said with a smile: "Wait for me, I will sail first, and eat on the way later."
Under the watchful eyes of the mother and daughter, Zheng Yang explained the skills of hoisting, sailing and steering, as well as the principle of sailing against the wind and the "Bernoulli effect" of the jib.
The sailboat left the dock with only a slight secondary southwesterly wind. Zheng Yang raised the spinnaker, deployed the solar panels, and sailed to the sea area where he fished tuna last time.
Why go there again
Because Zheng Yang's five elements are short of gold.