The night wind hunts, and the murderous atmosphere is high.

A figure rushed to the grove, and he looked behind him from time to time.

"Did you get rid of it?"

Muttered to himself, his eyes froze, and then he gritted his teeth and used a small amount of spiritual power to continue to run wildly.

The blessing of the wind trick on his body did not bring him a cool feeling, but a kind of panic that burned inside.

Just because behind him, a monk in blue was chasing after him at great speed on a frisbee.

"Wednesday, you can't run!"

Wednesday turned a deaf ear and headed madly towards the Whistling Moon Mountains.

As long as he entered the Howling Moon Mountain Range, he could rely on the complex terrain to get rid of Gao Tingge.

The speed of the wind is far faster than that of the magic weapon lotus leaf frisbee.

However, the spiritual power consumed by casting spells must be much higher than that of a flying tool like a lotus leaf frisbee.

Gao Tingge's face was gloomy, and he followed from afar.

As long as he senses that the distance is stretched wide enough, he will urge his spiritual power to speed up and catch up.

"Hehe, instead of running to the headquarters of the Broken Mountain Gang, but running to this wilderness in a panic, it is really a way to die."

With a sneer, Gao Tingge held a talisman seal in his hand, ready to be activated at any time.

But as the surrounding scenery gradually changed, Gao Tingge's face became a little cloudy.

"No, he wants to run into the mountains!"

The people of the Broken Mountain Gang are much more familiar with the nearby mountains than those of them who walk on the big rivers all year round.

I really want him to run in, hide for two or three days, and I really can't do anything about him.

"That's it, this magic talisman can only be wasted on you."

Gao Tingge did not hesitate, put away the lotus leaf frisbee, and took out an earthy yellow talisman seal and pasted it on his body.

Spiritual power infusion.

The next moment, a figure rolled up with a yellow light, like an earth dragon, roaring.

The distance from the enemy in front of you is getting closer.

Sensing this scene, Wednesday's soul rushed up, but no matter how much he urged the spiritual power, he couldn't close the distance.

There is also a limit to the trick of resisting the wind.

"Wednesday, die!"

With a soft shout, a flying sword flew from hundreds of meters away.

Laugh at!

Wednesday stumbled a step, and instead of falling, he ran even more desperately.

Gao Tinger recalled the flying sword, which was stained with a layer of bright red blood.

"It's quite capable of carrying it, and I don't know how many rounds you can carry it."

Gao Tingge continued to chase and kill, and the night wind hit his face, but there was some comfort.

......

"Fellow Daoist, save me!"

The cry for help was terrifying.

Luo Chen's face was extremely difficult to see, and he hid behind the door, with a pile of talismans hanging from his waist and a soul-breaking nail in his hand.

"Save your mother, don't come to me!"

His inner complaint, Wednesday must not have been heard.

On the contrary, Wednesday rushed towards his house in a daze.

"Dajiang Gang errands, idle people wait to get out of the way!"

With a loud shout, a huge fireball suddenly lit up in the dark night sky.

Through the crack in the door, Luo Chen's eyes widened.

What are you going to do?

The next moment, a big fireball smashed down like a meteorite, aiming not only at Wednesday, but also at Luo Chen's courtyard.

Rumble!

Gao Tingge fell to the ground, the yellow light on his body disappeared, and the Divine Talisman was completely scrapped.

Facing the flames of the half-collapsed house next to it.

Look at the corpse lying on the ground.

"It's quite capable of pretending to be dead."

Before the words fell, the corpse on the ground had just turned over, and a flying sword passed through his body, sticking him into the ground.

With a sneer, Gao Tingge glanced at him.

"Are you going to get out on your own, or are you going to be burned alive inside?"

It was a fireball that answered him.

"Carving insect skills, dare to get an axe in front of me!"

As soon as Gao Tingge raised his hand, an earthy yellow light mask covered his body, and the fireball hit it, creating a layer of earthy yellow halo, and then it was annihilated.

He reached out and the flying sword on the ground returned to him with a whoosh.

"Senior, be merciful!"

Gao Tingge looked at the man who came out of the window in embarrassment, and shook his head disdainfully.

It's just a fourth-layer waste of gas refining.

Suddenly, he shouted angrily: "What a gut! ”

Another fireball came at him.

The fireball was not terrible, he was angry that the other party was only at the fourth level of Qi refining, and he actually dared to attack him after seeing him.

In a fit of rage, the flying sword was about to strike.

As for the fireball, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

His own earth cover has the highest defensive power of most low-level spells, not to mention the fireball technique, even a meteor fire shower cannot be broken.

However, the next moment, his face changed.

After the fireball was annihilated, a black light burst through his earth cover like a knife cutting through tofu, and then drilled straight into his chest.

Laugh at!

"Soul Breaker.......

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Under the cover of night, a figure moved like a ghost, his hands kept pinching, and fireballs shot out wildly.

For a moment, he wanted to unfurl the earth shield again, but he couldn't get the slightest respite from the non-stop fireball attack.

"His casting speed, so fast!"

This was the only thought he had before he fell.

Luo Chen stood two hundred meters away, staring at the fallen corpse.

"It's possible to play dead, I used this trick, and the person before also used this trick."

"So, we'll have to test it!"

Without hesitation, Luo Chen shot another fireball.

Boom!

The corpse did not react, as if it were dead.

Luo Chen is still unsure, the distance is so far, if the other party really pretends to be dead, he still has a chance to run away.

But if you are not really in a desperate situation, how can you pretend to be dead?

Luo Chen's eyes lit up, and he recited a short mantra in his mouth, and his fingers suddenly moved.

On the ground in the distance, a stream of cyan light snaked out like a vine and wrapped around the monk's neck.

"Zheng!"

There was a sound of sword sounding, Luo Chen was shocked, and then increased the injection of spiritual power.

The vine twisted its neck until its head was twisted twice.

"It's really pretending to be dead, but it's a pity that this trick is useless in front of me."

With a sigh of relief, Luo Chen walked over to the corpse.

Looking at the twisted neck and the face with a strange expression, Luo Chen's mood this time was very calm.

There is no anger that has been affected by the pond fish, and there is no pride in attacking and killing the enemy.

Sometimes, it's easy to get used to a climate.

Luo Chen's adaptability has always been very good!

He just sighed, the winding technique can really kill people, and he will never laugh at a certain god king in the future.

Shake it...... Forget it, looking at this twisted neck, shaking the head is really a bit infiltrating.

Luo Chen began to touch the corpse with ease.

A swallow-shaped flying sword, what is the specific quality, we'll see later.

A lotus leaf frisbee, this he knows, the price of a low-grade flying magic weapon, Wanbaolou is one hundred and fifteen, which is half more expensive than an ordinary first-order lower grade.

The robes were ruined.

Hey, there's also a close-fitting inner armor, no wonder I'm still stiff and not dead after my Soul Breaking Nail and a dozen fireball techniques.

It's a pity that it's scrapped.

No spirit stones? Do you have any exercises? Not even a storage bag?

Damn, what a poor ghost!

Picking out the Soul Breaking Nail from his chest, Luo Chen scolded and touched another corpse.

In the end, I only got a set of throwing knife magic weapons, and a small bag of spirit stones, and nothing else.

Gan, another poor ghost!

"A group of poor ghosts, what kind of life do they play every day!"

After complaining, Luo Chen looked back at his burning room, wanting to cry without tears.

"The local gangs are so rude!"