In the dark night, Shamoko turned into a human form, waded through the mud, and walked towards Lin Chong, although the sound of walking was not loud or small, but it could be heard, but Lin Chong was immersed in his own world, and it was difficult to detect that someone was approaching. Looking at Lin Chong, who was lying on the ground completely disregarding his image, Shamoke laughed and said, "Human little guy, why are you still here, why didn't you go back with your master?" Hearing this voice, Lin Chong smiled at the corner of his mouth, didn't turn his head, and replied: "I want to be here, who can care about me." Shamoko slowly stretched out his right hand, and if it was daylight, he could see that his hand, which was originally full of wrinkles and withering, changed color in that moment, turning into smooth claws of cyan and smooth. Pointing at Lin Chong, the sea behind him was surging, making a huge noise in this dark night, and the surging waves rushed to Lin Chong lying on the ground, and the small village not far away was also awakened, and several houses lit up.

Lin Chong raised his head slightly, glanced at it and then shrank back, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and closed his eyes.

Seeing that the huge wave was about to crash on Lin Chong's body, he saw Shamoke wave his right hand, and the originally turbulent sea water calmed down again, but it still poured Lin Chong's body, making Lin Chong, who was already soaked, shudder. Shamoke scratched his head, making his already smooth head light up a little, and walked towards Lin Zhong in the peach forest overflowing with seawater.

Getting closer, seeing Lin Zhong like this, Shamoke couldn't help but shake his head and sighed, "Alas, what a fragile boy, no wonder the butcher guy will leave in a bad mood, indeed, if my descendants are so unbearable, I will directly kill him on the spot." Shamoko couldn't help but say, shaking his head incessantly, as if he felt that the butcher was not worthless.

Lin Zhong moved his body, staggered and stood up, looked at Shamoke in front of him, who couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, and said coldly: "I am the son of Yan Emperor Lin Shan, how can I be a teacher of a sinner like a butcher!" Shamoke waved his hand disdainfully, looked Lin Chong up and down a little, and his mouth was also disdainful, and sneered: "If Lin Shan knew that he had such a weak and unbearable son, he would definitely strangle you in the cradle, lest you ruin his reputation in the future." Shame on your wise father!" Shaking his head, Shamoko sighed again, intending to turn away.

Lin Chong's face was hideous at this time, the sea water wet his hair, it was all stuck to his face at this time, and his body was already soaked, only his chest was still blood-red, his right hand clenched the sword, his chest rose and fell violently, his mouth was open, and he roared in a low voice.

Shamoke glanced back at Lin Chong and said, "A weak waste, no matter how bluff it is, is just a waste. ”

"Huh... Ahh Ah...", suddenly, his voice increased sharply, Lin Chong couldn't control his anger anymore, he took his sword and rushed forward, with angry killing intent, the blade of the sword pointed directly at Shamoke.

Shamoke didn't even look back, but with a slight wave of his right hand, a wall of water formed between him and Lin Chong. But Lin Chong completely ignored these, only the shadow of Shamoke in his eyes, and slammed straight into it.

"Bang", with a loud bang, Lin Chong's sword blade hit the water wall, only to see the water splashing around, Lin Chong's face was full of sewage from the water wall, but he didn't care about it at all, with a roar, the strength in his hand was a little bigger, and he only bent the sword in his hand.

Shamoke moved his neck, turned around, and looked at Lin Chong. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were still like that, disdainful to the extreme.

Looking at Shamoke's eyes, Lin Chong became more and more angry, and he didn't care that the sword in his hand was almost unable to withstand such a heavy pressure, and all his spiritual power was released, and he bombarded the water wall with a wave of Shamoke's hand. Seeing that Lin Chong could break through this wall of water, Shamoke had already walked to the other end of the wall of water, his right hand clenched into a fist, and the water under his feet condensed into several streams of water around his hand, and the straight fist blasted out, through the precarious wall of water, not heavy or light, and hit Lin Chong's chest, Lin Chong snorted, spit blood, and let go of his hand, the sword fell to the ground, and the whole person flew backwards like a short-term kite.

Shamoke waved his left hand, scattered the water wall, clenched his right hand, followed Lin Chong tightly, and then punched, this time Shamoke changed the angle and hit Lin Chong's right shoulder, Lin Chonggang screamed, Shamoke's neck was crooked, his left hand held a claw, and he grabbed Lin Chong's neck and lifted him in the air.

Shamoke's face was full of arrogance, with extreme disdain in his eyes, he let Lin Chong's blood drip on his body, stared at Lin Chong, took a deep breath, and said, "It seems that you are not convinced, little guy." After saying that, he shook Lin Chong, but seeing that he didn't react, Shamoke spoke again: "Waste is waste, and I want to be compared with your father, look at you, you are almost 100 years old, your father is already a hegemon at this age, and he is invincible, and you are just a waste, and I can't even take my most ordinary tricks." After speaking, Shamoke subconsciously increased the strength in his hand, but his eyes looked at the village not far away, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the faint light of the village, Yuan Ji slowly walked into Shamoke's field of vision, his face was indifferent, and he only glanced at Lin Chong before retracting his gaze.

Shamoke smiled, looked at Yuan Ji who was approaching, let go of his left hand, put down the dying Lin Chong, and said unhurriedly: "Yuan Ji, you are finally willing to come out." Yuan Ji looked at Shamoke, tilted his neck, his lips moved slightly, and said, "Shamoke, you seem to have forgotten what I said in the afternoon. Shamoke shook his right hand and said with a smile: "Yuan Ji, draw your sword, let me see if the once world-famous butcher is still as brave as he was back then, and can break me Shamoke and the eight thousand sea clan warriors with one sword and one person." ”

Yuan Ji looked disdainful, shook the Yueyang Sword in his hand, shook his right hand slightly, pointed at Shamoke, and sneered: "With you, you can't stop me, plus eight thousand krakens, it's even worse." ”

Shamoke's body was lowered, and he stepped down, stirring up countless waves, and his right hand rippled in all directions, like an arrow off the string, rushing straight towards Yuan Ji.