God Destroying Pearl

However, a hint of determination soon flashed in the eyes of the square-faced young man, and he thought to himself that he could not let Song Yun escape like this no matter what, otherwise the benefits he had obtained would be lost.

After saying that, he instantly accelerated and continued to chase after Song Yun.

It seemed as if he would not give up until he caught up with Song Yun.

After an hour, Song Yun was desperately fleeing in front. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and his face became a little pale due to the massive consumption of spiritual power.

Although Song Yun was temporarily ahead thanks to the speed of the Flying Talisman and the Kongling Sword, the square-faced young man behind him was always following him like a shadow.

Although he did not catch up with Song Yun, he always kept a distance from him and followed closely behind.

The oppressive feeling made Song Yun feel like he was on edge, and he dared not relax at all.

Song Yun's spiritual power was greatly consumed. At this moment, he felt that his spiritual power was almost exhausted. If he continued like this, he would probably fall from the air due to the exhaustion of spiritual power before the other party caught up.

In desperation, he gritted his teeth and took out a bottle of thousand-year-old spiritual milk from his storage bag.

This thousand-year-old spiritual milk is an extremely precious spiritual object, containing extremely abundant spiritual power. Normally, he would be reluctant to use it easily, but at this moment he couldn't care less.

Song Yun opened the bottle cork, tilted his head back and drank a few sips of the thousand-year-old spiritual milk.

The spiritual milk melted in his mouth and turned into a powerful spiritual power that quickly spread throughout his body, nourishing his dried up meridians and replenishing his exhausted spiritual power.

Song Yun only felt his whole body refreshed, and his originally exhausted body was full of strength again, and his speed increased a little bit again.

Another two hours passed, and the square-faced young man was having a hard time catching up.

His face also became a little ugly, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The long period of high-speed flight and the consumption of spiritual power were a bit exhausting for him. He had no choice but to swallow pills to replenish his spiritual power in order to maintain his speed and continue to chase Song Yun.

But even so, the obsession in his heart to catch Song Yun became stronger and stronger, and he never gave up the idea of ​​chasing Song Yun.

"I don't believe I can't catch up with you!" He shouted loudly towards Song Yun's back while chasing.

The sound echoed through the mountains, with a hint of gnashing of teeth.

"Then chase him!" Song Yun heard the square-faced young man's shout in front and answered loudly.

After saying that, Song Yun gritted his teeth again and continued to speed up and flee forward.

The square-faced young man who was chasing Song Yun saw that he could not catch up with Song Yun, and his anxiety and anger became more and more intense. His face, which was originally somewhat playful, was now full of gloom.

He gritted his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he decided not to simply chase after him, but to take the initiative to attack, trying to disrupt Song Yun's rhythm so that he could capture him as soon as possible.

He maintained high-speed flight while quickly taking out several talismans from his storage bag.

These talismans are all offensive talismans that he collected carefully in his daily life, and their power should not be underestimated.

He first took out a fire talisman, quickly recited an obscure spell, and then injected spiritual power into it.

The fire talisman instantly flashed a dazzling red light.

Then, he swung it hard in the direction of Song Yun.

The fire talisman turned into a flaming meteor, trailing a long flame tail, and whistled towards Song Yun.

Wherever the flames passed, the air was burned and distorted, making a sizzling sound.

The rolling heat waves spread violently in all directions, as if they were going to set the sky on fire.

Although Song Yun was running at full speed in the front, he was always alert to the movements behind him. Feeling the hot breath coming towards him, he was startled but not panicked.

He suddenly turned his body to the side, and the ethereal sword drew a clever arc in the air, narrowly avoiding the fierce attack of the explosive fire talisman.

The fire talisman flew past the corner of Song Yun's clothes, and then exploded in the air not far away.

With a loud "bang", a huge ball of flame broke out. The flame was like a blooming red lotus, emitting a brilliant and dangerous light.

The powerful impact force caused the surrounding air to form a violent storm, sweeping in all directions.

The square-faced young man saw that his missed attack did not stop Song Yun.

With a cold snort, he took out several wind blade talismans and ice cone talismans, injected spiritual power into them again, and threw them at Song Yun one after another.

For a moment, dozens of extremely sharp wind blades, like a group of silver birds, whistled through the sky and attacked forward.

The sharp ice cones exuded a cold aura and followed closely behind like sharp arrows, interweaving into a deadly attack net, covering Song Yun.

Song Yun frowned, but his eyes became more determined. He knew very well that he could not slack off at this moment.

He concentrated on controlling the ethereal sword and performed a series of dazzling evasive moves in the air.

Sometimes he leaped high, sometimes he dived rapidly, the ethereal sword seemed to turn into a nimble snake under his control, skillfully shuttling among the dense wind blades and ice cones.

Although those attacks were fierce, they were unable to touch Song Yun at all. They just kept exploding and shattering in the air behind him, leaving behind traces of spiritual power fluctuations.

Seeing that the talisman attack was ineffective, the square-faced young man's expression became even uglier.

He turned his attention to his magic sword.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and his spiritual power poured into the sword in his hand like a surging tide.

The magic sword was nourished by the spiritual power, and the sword body shone brightly.

The sword blade, which was already extremely sharp, was now flashing with a chilling cold light, and was trembling slightly as if it had a soul, as if it was thirsty for blood.

The square-faced young man shouted.

"go with!"

The magic sword in his hand flew out, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards Song Yun's back.

The speed of the magic sword was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it had closed the distance between itself and Song Yun and was about to pierce Song Yun.

Song Yun felt the sharp sword energy approaching from behind, and thought to himself that something was wrong. At this critical moment, he suddenly used space teleportation and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The magic sword stabbed into the air with an unstoppable momentum, but did not stop there.

The magic sword drew an arc in the air, changed direction, and chased after Song Yun's new location again, following him closely like a shadow.

While Song Yun continued to use space teleportation to avoid the attack of the magic sword, he controlled the ethereal sword to speed up its flight. He was complaining in his heart, but he could do nothing about it.

The square-faced young man continued to control the magic sword through his spiritual power, trying to find the right moment to give Song Yun a fatal blow.

But Song Yun's reaction and evasion ability were beyond his expectations, and he was able to cleverly avoid them every time.

The high-intensity control of the magic sword consumed too much of the square-faced young man's spiritual power. He felt that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly draining away like a flood, and waves of pain came from his meridians, as if countless fine needles were piercing him.

The longer he persisted, the more tired he felt. Helplessly, the square-faced young man could only grit his teeth and waved his hand reluctantly to call back the magic sword.

The magic sword drew an arc in the air and flew back into his hand, and its light dimmed.

He himself was breathing heavily, trying to calm his disordered breathing.

After a few more hours, the sky gradually darkened, and the sunset glow in the sky dyed a large area of ​​the sky red like blood, covering the mountain range with a strange color.

The square-faced young man's expression became increasingly ugly, his eyes filled with a mixture of fatigue and anger.

He was really exhausted from the pursuit, and he knew that if he continued like this, not only would he fail to catch Song Yun, but he would also exhaust himself.

"How about you let me cut off one of your arms and I won't chase you. This way we can both save some trouble. How about that?" Suddenly, he shouted towards Song Yun's back.

His voice echoed in the silent mountains, with a hint of negotiation.

When Song Yun heard this, he felt angry and amused.

"Are you crazy or am I crazy? Do you think I will agree to such a ridiculous request? Just give up on this idea. If you are capable, keep chasing. If you are not capable, just give up as soon as possible!" Song Yun answered loudly without looking back as he continued to speed up and escape forward.