Practice Remembering You

"Captain! Wu Mengjie ran away! What should we do?!" Jin Run pointed outside and asked worriedly.

Now he is already frightened by Wu Mengjie. If Wu Mengjie doesn't die, he will be worried no matter what he does in the future.

"Run?" Tang Zhuo's face was sinister, and his tone was full of murderous intent: "He can't run away! This kind of genius is not my man, I must kill him! Otherwise, he will become a big trouble!"

After saying that, he flew out at a faster speed to give chase.

Wu Mengjie, who was fleeing in front, now had no sword to use. He knew very well that he would not be able to outpace the cultivators who were one level higher than him by flying alone.

Since he knew this, he still flew forward. This was because Wu Mengjie still had a trump card, which was the Zhenyuan Sword condensed by his own sword technique!

The sword-condensing technique requires a certain amount of time, and the opponent will definitely not be stupid enough to give Wu Mengjie time to prepare, so he can only escape like this, try to create time, and create the Zhenyuan Sword in the process of escaping.

The power of the Zhen Yuan Sword is extremely great, and it should be able to fight Tang Zhuo. If the Zhen Yuan Sword is unable to fight him, then there is one last trick, which is the life-saving talisman that Zhang Yu gave him! Although this is the one he least wants to use.

Currently, only 80% of his total true energy is left. A Zhenyuan Sword consumes about 60% of his true energy, so the remaining 20% ​​should be enough to fight Tang Zhuo.

So he began to concentrate all his strength on the sword.

When his Qi was depleted to 40%, Tang Zhuo had already caught up with him: "You ignorant little fellow, do you think you can escape from me? From the day you killed my assistant, the countdown to your death has begun, and now, the countdown is about to end!"

While Tang Zhuo was speaking, he clasped his hands together and then pulled them apart. Fireballs emerged from them with a whoosh. Nine balls appeared before they stopped!

Although there are many of them, their size is much smaller, only the size of a fist. This is probably because in order to gather quickly, they have sacrificed certain other abilities.

After these fireballs appeared, Tang Zhuo did not take the initiative to push them out. Instead, the fireballs rushed towards Wu Mengjie who was fleeing.

Wu Mengjie dodged quickly, but the fireballs were too fast. Even though Wu Mengjie dodged quickly, one of them still hit his left leg.

With a "bang", Wu Mengjie's left leg was shattered by the flames. The severe pain made Wu Mengjie furious.

Although his left calf was blown to pieces, not a drop of blood flowed out. This was because white flames were still burning at the wound, drying the blood directly.

Only then did Wu Mengjie realize how terrifying this flame was. The flame that touched his leg showed no sign of extinguishing, and it was burning more and more intensely!

It looks like if I don't do anything about it, I'll burn myself to death in no time!

Wu Mengjie's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he used the unfinished Zhenyuan Sword to cut off the knee that was still burning with white flames!

The broken leg was burned up by white flames in the air.

Tang Zhuo had already observed the flying sword that Wu Mengjie was condensing with his spiritual sense. Even though he had already sensed the danger from the condensed flying sword, he did not care because he was confident that he could kill Wu Mengjie before the condensation was completed.

Wu Mengjie was risking his life at this time, performing all kinds of extreme moves that almost shortened his lifespan.

Under Tang Zhuo's fierce bombardment, he miraculously survived.

At this time, the Zhenyuan Sword had absorbed 60% of Wu Mengjie's true energy. Normally, it should have been completed, but for some reason, the Zhenyuan Sword was still absorbing true energy.

At this time, the sharp aura emanating from the Zhenyuan Sword was extremely terrifying. He didn't even need to use force. Just the sharpness that was floating out was enough to make Tang Zhuo tremble with fear and feel the strong breath of death!

There is something strange about the opponent's flying sword. The power contained in the sword is even more terrifying than his strongest spell. This is simply outrageous!

You have to know that I am a cultivator at the peak of the early stage of the Spiritual Consciousness Realm, a cultivator at the half-step middle stage. However, my spell power is lower than that of a cultivator at the late stage of the Magic Realm!

Although he was unwilling, he knew that he could not let the fifth grade condense any longer, otherwise when the flying sword took shape, his situation would be too dangerous.

Tang Zhuo no longer hid his intention. He stopped shooting fireballs for the time being and cut open his palms. A white fireball condensed between his palms. He lifted them up suddenly and the fireball suddenly grew to the size of an ordinary room.

"Fire Control·Blood Evil!"

Blood continued to flow out from the cuts on both hands, and then flowed into the fireball. In an instant, the color of the fireball changed from white to blood red!

A terrifying high temperature swept through the surroundings, and the walls nearby were almost melting due to the flames.

This is also because the temperature only stayed for a short time during the high-speed movement. If the stay time was a little longer, the walls would definitely melt.

Tang Zhuo looked particularly terrifying under the blood-red fireball!

Wu Mengjie was horrified. If such a huge fireball came down, he would probably be wiped out.

But this thing shouldn't be very fast, I should be able to dodge it.

However, Tang Zhuo then uttered another spell: "Light Control·Binding!"

"Ding!"

A halo suddenly appeared around Wu Mengjie's waist, trapping him in the air and making him unable to move.

The sudden braking caused Wu Mengjie to receive a heavy blow to the abdomen, causing him to spit out a mouthful of acid.

"Die!" Tang Zhuo roared and threw a bloody fireball at Wu Mengjie who was trapped in the air.

The speed of the bloody fireball was indeed as Wu Mengjie had imagined, very slow, approximately the same speed as an arrow shot by a mortal.

But what if it was slower? I couldn't move at all now.

"Ping~"

At this critical moment, Wu Mengjie's Zhenyuan Sword finally took shape.

This gave Wu Mengjie hope, and he thought to himself that even when he was just starting out in magic and all conditions were not stable, his True Yuan Sword, which was condensed from 60% of his true energy, was still so powerful.

So now that I am in the late stage of the spell, using true qi that is dozens of times purer than before, and condensed with 70% of the true qi, how powerful will the Zhenyuan Sword be?

Looking at the fireball coming, the terrible temperature had already burned Wu Mengjie's skin to the point of blisters and pus.

"Gold Control·Sword Control Technique!"

The Zhenyuan Sword stood up suddenly, with the tip of the sword aimed at the bloody fireball and Tang Zhuo behind it.

At this moment, at this critical moment, the martial arts in Wu Mengjie's mind suddenly came alive. He integrated the three martial arts of Liuyun Spear, Liuyun Sword and Liuyun Hidden Weapon, and then extracted the essence and removed the dross like peeling off silk.

Finally, only one extremely essential move was left, which combined the stealth and ruthlessness of hidden weapons, the ethereality and speed of swordsmanship, and the penetrating power and dominance of gun techniques.

New magic is born in crisis.

Wu Mengjie opened his lips again: "Imperial Gold·Flowing Cloud Instant Strike!"

"call!"

As this spell was activated, every last bit of magic power in his body was poured into the Zhenyuan Sword.

At this moment, the body of the Zhenyuan Sword became blurred, and then disappeared without any sound. When Wu Mengjie saw the Zhenyuan Sword disappear, he was stunned.

what happened? !

The sudden situation made Wu Mengjie's heart skip a beat.

However, before Wu Mengjie could think about it, the fireball in front of him suddenly turned into a huge fire ring, which looked like it was hit in the center by something and shattered.

Let alone the fire ring at this time, Tang Zhuo, who was originally standing behind the fireball, was now confused, because he now only had a head and two legs below.

At that moment, Tang Zhuo felt that he was hit by something, but he didn't know what it was because he didn't see anything.

When I thought about lowering my head to look at my body, I suddenly found that I couldn't do it.

In a state of panic, he used his spiritual sense to observe his body and found that his entire upper body had disappeared!

All this happened in a flash, and then there was a loud explosion as if it was right next to my ear! A terrifying gust of wind howled in the corridor!

The surrounding walls collapsed, and the huge and thick stone pillars in the castle broke! Dust flew all over the sky.

Looking at all this, Wu Mengjie knew that his flying sword did not disappear, but the speed of the Flowing Cloud Instant Strike spell was too fast for him to see with his naked eyes, so he lost it.

The strong wind that is being stirred up now is simply because the flying sword is moving too fast and the airflow is formed when it moves through space.