All of a sudden, the berserk attack subsided, and the tall scarlet figure turned into a stream of light and quickly moved away. One after another attack landed on the back of that figure.

It wasn't until a moment later that Nan Xiong gasped for breath and settled down, his eyes filled with the joy of escaping death.

He didn't know why the other party left like this suddenly, because he felt that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore, as long as the other party's offensive lasted for half a cup of tea, then he would most likely be in danger.

The opponent's offensive was unreasonable, completely ignoring the others, and only staring at him to say hello. If it wasn't for his strong background, he wouldn't be able to persist until now.

Maybe the other party has reached the limit?

Wearing such Yanjia must have a huge burden on a Shenhai Realm. Generally, monks can't last for too long, so the opponent will retreat?

"Brother Nan!" Someone looked at him, his eyes revealing the intention of asking, asking what to do next.

The powerful enemy has retreated, and what they should do next is a question. It seems inappropriate whether to chase after the guy in Yanjia or to chase the treasure gourd.

It was just a confrontation that let everyone experience the tyranny of the other party, and they have no interest in fighting that Yanjia again. As for chasing the treasure gourd... It has been so long, who knows whether the treasure gourd has been succeeded, and now they are chasing the treasure gourd. In the past, I'm afraid it was just a waste of time.

Nan Xiong calmed down, straightened his clothes, and said: "I need to cultivate for a few days, you can do it yourself, I, Nan Xiong, have made a note of this helping hand."

Everyone nods their heads, what they want is this sentence, there is no need to say anything, they dispersed in twos and twos, but judging from the choice of most of them, they still chase the direction of Bao Hulu, obviously they are not very willing to give up.

On the other side, the avatar is still fleeing, and many people are seeing the treasure gourd being taken in, and it hurts in the heart. Threats and intimidation words are becoming more and more disturbing, especially the few monks rushing to the front, all of them are clamoring. more than.

If you want to hand over the treasure gourd obediently, otherwise you will die without a place to bury him.

There are those who want to clone and leave their names and want to have a good chat with him.

There are even those who threaten the boundary...

The avatar didn't want to cause more troubles. Now that the treasure gourd is in his hands, he only needs to wait for the deity's response, and then he can teleport it to the deity at any time. At that time, no one will know where the treasure gourd has gone.

But these guys' mouths are too broken, and they croak loudly.

Moreover, Lu Ye felt that it was not very appropriate to teleport away in such a grandiose manner in full view of the public. At that time, one of his trump cards might not be exposed. It is best to have a certain amount of cover while teleporting.

One thought is born, and there is a plan.

After a while, the cultivators chasing at the front were pleasantly surprised to find that the speed of the human sword cultivator who had won the treasure gourd was getting slower and slower.

He couldn't help being overjoyed, knowing that this must be a sign of too much spiritual power consumption.

It would be abnormal if this matter were placed on Fa Xiu, but it would be understandable if it was a sword repair. In the battles between different factions, the winners and losers and even life and death are often determined in a very short period of time. There are rarely fierce battles. Once this happens, it means that the sword cultivator has fallen into decline.

This is a situation that every qualified sword repairer will avoid.

Right now, the speed of sword repair is getting slower and slower, and it is undoubtedly a bit unsustainable.

This made the chasing monks see hope, and they all tried their best to keep chasing, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

As time passed, the distance between each other became closer and closer, and they gradually became within the attack range. As a result, some spells began to strike towards the sword repairer.

Jianxiu's situation seemed to be getting more and more embarrassing, his figure was clumsy, like a flickering lamp.

There were three figures in the front row of the chasing soldiers, two of them were humans, and one was of the Wings. The two humans were able to charge so far because of their exquisite escapism, and the Wings were due to their own skills. Wings are born proficient in flying, and in terms of flying speed, all races can be among the best in the starry sky.

Seeing that the sword cultivator staggered and refused to fall, the Yi Clan gritted his teeth and said, "Two friends, this is not the way to go, we need a final decision."

The two human races don't know this truth, but the power of the spells used in the pursuit is not that great, and the powerful spells need time to gather momentum, so how can they have the time to gather momentum? JrNovels.com