Chapter 318 Wind-Proof Boots

After chasing for an incense stick of time, Song Qingming and the foundation-building cultivator who escaped in front of him were flying quickly in the air one after the other. Although the distance between the two was gradually widening, Song Qingming had not completely lost the trace of the other party and could barely keep up with the man.

This man's cultivation was not high, only the fourth level of foundation building. The reason why he could surpass Song Qingming, who had a higher cultivation, in terms of escape speed was because the pair of black boots on his feet accelerated his speed of flying the sword. The boots were always emitting a ball of spiritual light in the air, and it was obvious at a glance that it was a spiritual object of high quality.

Seeing that the distance between the other party and himself was getting farther and farther, Song Qingming gradually lost his thoughts in his heart. He estimated that if he continued to follow for a while, he would have to go home empty-handed.

It is normal for a cultivator who can be selected to carry out such a dangerous mission behind enemy lines to have some unique means of escape. Song Qingming did not hold much hope for catching up with the other party. Anyway, he just had to try his best not to be caught by the other party. This battle has been fought to this point, and whether he can make achievements is not something that can be forced. For him, as long as he does not get involved in the battle between the Jindan cultivators and lose his life in vain, it is the best result.

The black-clothed cultivator running in front was very nervous when he saw Song Qingming who was following him closely. Although the pair of wind-controlling boots on his feet were a very useful auxiliary magic weapon that could greatly speed up the cultivator's own escape speed, there was also a bad thing, that is, this thing could also quickly consume his mana.

After running for so long, his mana had actually been consumed by more than half. Although he took a pill to temporarily restore some mana, as long as Song Qingming behind him kept biting him tightly and did not give him a chance to breathe, he could only hold on for half an incense stick at most.

Just when Song Qingming felt a little desperate and was about to go back home, he suddenly felt that the speed of the black-clothed monk in front of him seemed to have slowed down.

This accidental discovery suddenly gave Song Qingming another reason to continue chasing. In order not to lose the trace of this person, Song Qingming gritted his teeth and took out a drop of the thousand-year-old spiritual milk on his body, and then increased his mana and injected it into the flying sword under his feet.

The black-clothed monk who was running in front saw that Song Qingming behind him actually had the spare energy to maintain his speed, and he couldn't help but panic.

Seeing that he had run hundreds of miles away, the speed of the other party's pursuit did not decrease at all, and the black-clothed monk's face gradually darkened.

It seems that it is a bit unrealistic for him to escape from here today by relying on the wind-controlling boots on his feet. Since there is no way to escape directly, he can only stop and fight to the death.

Thinking of this, the black-clothed monk, who was helpless, turned the flying sword directly and fell into the woods beside him.

After a while, Song Qingming, who also fell to the ground, looked around carefully, and suddenly focused his eyes on a gray tree not far ahead, and slowly walked towards it.

After approaching the tree, Song Qingming first took out the fire pattern sword on his body, and then covered himself with a thin layer of black light armor.

Song Qingming, who was well prepared, activated the light body technique to bypass the tree and kill directly behind the tree. After approaching his target, three rockets formed directly above the fire pattern sword and shot at the opponent, piercing a figure behind the tree and nailing it to the tree.

Finding that the attack was so easy to succeed, Song Qingming suddenly felt a little strange. He looked carefully at the target he hit, and then he realized that he did not kill the target he imagined, but a humanoid substitute puppet wearing a black dress.

The humanoid substitute puppet is also one of the puppet beasts. What makes this thing different from other puppet beasts is that in addition to being able to imitate and use some of the spells practiced by the controller to fight, it can also imitate the controller's aura at critical moments, and can be used as bait to help the monks divert the pursuers behind them.

Although this substitute puppet beast is not as powerful as some puppet beasts, its role in battle is sometimes much more useful than ordinary puppet beasts, and it is also difficult to see this kind of spiritual object on the market.

The substitute puppet in front of him has been motionless, and it seems to be a little damaged, but its quality is not low. It is a second-level substitute puppet beast, and it carries a lot of the aura of the black-clothed monk, which made Song Qingming mistakenly think that guy was hiding here.

When Song Qingming reacted and wanted to quickly bypass this puppet to explore other places, a burst of white light suddenly lit up under this substitute puppet, and then the ground began to tremble, and Song Qingming was soon surrounded by a pile of mud that quickly gathered around him.

Seeing that the trap he had just made successfully controlled Song Qingming, the black-robed monk with a smirk on his face walked over from another big tree more than ten feet away.

"Hmph! No matter how careful you are, you still fell into the trap I set for you."

The black-robed monk came to Song Qingming, who was already wrapped up, and sneered at him. In order to set up this trap, he not only took out the substitute puppet on his body as bait, but also used the only second-level spiritual talisman on his body, which was also a big investment.

After carefully looking at the earthen mound, and seeing that there was no flaw, the black-robed monk took out a flying sword and cast a spell to thrust it into the mound. The tip of the sword suddenly stopped just after it sank into the mound.

The black-robed monk frowned and found that the sharp flying sword in his hand could not penetrate at all, as if it was blocked by something inside.

"Could it be that Song Qingming, who was trapped inside, was not completely bound by this talisman, and was still resisting inside. But what on earth could allow him to block such a powerful attack at such a close distance?"

Although he was a little confused, the black-robed monk still did not give up the idea of ​​killing Song Qingming. He increased his mana to control the flying sword and stabbed it into the mound again at several angles, but it was still blocked.

After casting spells several times, the black-robed monk, who was almost exhausted of his mana, gritted his teeth and took another pill, wanting to restore his mana and launch a more fierce attack again.

At this moment, the earthen mound that surrounded Song Qingming suddenly flew high into the sky, and then there was a loud noise, which directly shattered the talisman that had been surrounding him.

Song Qingming fell from the high school, put away the green water bell that was spinning above his head, and looked at the black-clothed monk who was still stunned sitting beside him with contempt.

"Daoyou, it's my turn to take action this time!"