The night wind is hunting and murderous.
A figure hurriedly ran through the woods, and he looked behind him from time to time.
"Did you get rid of it?"
While muttering to himself, his eyes narrowed, then he gritted his teeth and used his little spiritual power to continue running wildly.
The Wind Control Technique was applied to his body, but it did not bring him a cool feeling. Instead, he felt a kind of panic that was burning inside him.
Just because behind him, a monk in blue was chasing after him at high speed on a Frisbee.
"Wednesday, you can't run away!"
Wednesday turned a deaf ear and headed towards the Xiaoyue Mountains.
As long as he entered the Xiaoyue Mountains, he could rely on the complex terrain to get rid of Gao Ting'e.
The flying speed of Yufeng is far faster than the magic weapon Lotus Leaf Flying Disc.
However, the spiritual power consumed by casting spells must be much higher than that of a lotus-leaf flying disc, a flying tool for transportation.
Gao Ting'e's face was gloomy and he followed far behind.
As long as he senses that the distance is wide enough, he will activate his spiritual power and speed up to catch up.
"Haha, instead of running to the headquarters of the Poshan Gang, you ran to this wilderness in a panic. You really have a right to die."
With a sneer, Gao Ting'e held a talisman in his hand, ready to inspire at any time.
But as the surrounding scenery gradually changed, Gao Ting'e's expression became a little uncertain.
"No, he wants to run into the mountains!"
The people of the Poshan Gang are much more familiar with the nearby mountains than they are who have been walking on the rivers all year round.
If he really wants to let him run in and hide for two or three days, there is really nothing he can do against him.
"That's all, this magical talisman can only be wasted on you."
Gao Ting'e didn't hesitate, put away the lotus leaf flying disc, took out an earthy yellow talisman and stuck it on his body.
Infusion of spiritual power.
The next moment, a figure rolled up with yellow light, roaring like an earth dragon.
The distance to the enemy in front is also getting closer.
Upon noticing this scene, Wednesday's ghost came out, but no matter how much spiritual power he activated, he couldn't close the distance.
The Wind Control Technique also has its limits.
"Wednesday, come to hell!"
Amidst the soft shouting, a flying sword flew from hundreds of meters away.
laugh!
Wednesday staggered, but instead of falling, he ran even more desperately.
Gao Ting'e recalled the flying sword, which was stained with a layer of bright red blood.
"You can handle it quite well. I don't know how many rounds you can handle it."
Gao Ting'e continued to chase, and the night wind hit his face, which felt a little comfortable.
...
"Fellow Taoist, save me!"
The cry for help came, and it was extremely shrill.
Luo Chen's expression was extremely ugly, and he was hiding behind the door, with a stack of talismans hanging on his waist and a soul-breaking nail in his hand.
"Save your mother, don't come to me!"
His inner murmurings were definitely not heard on Wednesday.
On the contrary, Wednesday rushed towards his house in a daze.
"Dajiang is helping you to do some work, and all the rest of you can get out of here!"
With a loud roar, a huge fireball suddenly lit up in the dark night sky.
Through the crack in the door, Luo Chen's eyes widened.
Gan, mother, what do you want to do?
The next moment, the fireball crashed down like a meteorite, targeting not only Wednesday, but also Luo Chen's yard.
boom!
Gao Ting'e floated to the ground, the yellow light on his body disappeared, and the magic talisman was completely scrapped.
Facing the flames of the burning house with half of its side collapsed.
Look at the body lying on the ground.
"Quite good at pretending to be dead."
Before he finished speaking, the corpse on the ground had just turned over, and a flying sword passed through his body, forcing him to the ground.
Gao Ting'e sneered and glanced sideways.
"Are you going to get out on your own, or are you going to be burned alive in there?"
What answered him was a fireball.
"You are a small skill, but you dare to do everything in front of me!"
Gao Ting'e raised his hand, and an earthy-yellow light mask covered his body. The fireball hit it, creating a layer of earthy-yellow halo, and then it was annihilated.
He reached out and made a move, and the flying sword on the ground returned to his hand with a whoosh.
"Senior, please show mercy!"
Gao Ting'e looked at the embarrassed man who came out of the window and shook his head disdainfully.
He's just a waste at the fourth level of Qi Refining.
Suddenly, he shouted angrily: "How brave!"
Another fireball hit him.
The fireball was not scary. What made him angry was that the opponent, who was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, actually dared to attack him after seeing him.
In anger, Feijian was about to take action.
As for the fireball, he didn't care at all.
The defense power of my earth shield is higher than that of most low-level spells. Not to mention the fireball spell, even meteors and fire showers cannot break it.
However, the next moment, his expression changed.
After the fireball was annihilated, a black light broke through his earth shield like a knife cutting through tofu, and then went straight towards his chest.
laugh!
"Broken soul..."
boom! boom! boom!
Under the night, a figure moved like a ghost, his hands kept making seals, and balls of fire were shot out wildly.
Gao Ting'e once wanted to use the earth shield again, but he couldn't get any respite from the non-stop fireball attack.
"His casting speed is so fast!"
This was Gao Ting'e's only thought before he fell.
Luo Chen stood two hundred meters away, staring at the fallen body.
"Maybe he's pretending to be dead. I've used this trick before, and the person before also used this trick."
"So, I have to test it out!"
Without hesitation, Luo Chen fired another fireball.
Bang!
The body was unresponsive and seemed dead.
Luo Chen was still unsure. With such a long distance, if the other party really pretended to be dead, he would still have a chance to run away.
But if he wasn't really on the verge of despair, how could he pretend to be dead?
Luo Chen's eyes lit up, he recited a short mantra, and suddenly moved his fingers.
On the ground in the distance, a green stream of light snaked out like a vine and wrapped around the monk's neck.
"Zheng!"
The sound of a sword sounded, Luo Chen was startled, and then he injected more spiritual power.
The vines twisted the neck tightly until the head was twisted twice before gradually dissipating.
"It's really just pretending to be dead. Unfortunately, this trick is useless in front of me."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Luo Chen walked to the corpse.
Looking at the twisted neck and the strange expression on his face, Luo Chen felt very calm this time.
There was no anger at being affected by Chi Yu, nor was there the pride of killing a powerful enemy.
Sometimes, it is easy to adapt to a trend.
Luo Chen's adaptability has always been very good!
He just sighed, it turns out that the entanglement technique can really kill people, and he will never laugh at a certain god king again.
Shake it... forget it, looking at this twisted neck, the action of shaking the head is really a bit revealing.
Luo Chen started to touch the corpse easily.
A swallow-shaped flying sword, the specific quality will be discussed later.
A lotus leaf flying disc, he knew this, a low-grade flying magic weapon. The price of Wanbaolou was one hundred and fifty, which was half more expensive than an ordinary first-grade low-grade one.
The robe was ruined.
Hey, there is also a piece of close-fitting inner armor. No wonder he was still frozen but not dead even after being hit by my Soul-Breaking Nails and dozens of fireballs.
It's a pity that it was completely scrapped.
No spiritual stone? No exercises? No storage bags?
Damn it, what a poor guy!
Picking out the soul-breaking nail from his chest, Luo Chen cursed and touched another corpse.
In the end, I only got a set of flying knife instruments and a small bag of spiritual stones, and nothing else.
Gan, another poor guy!
"A bunch of poor ghosts, what kind of fate are they playing every day?"
After complaining, Luo Chen looked back at his burning house, wanting to cry without tears.
"The local gangs are so rude!"
