Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

This is the correct way for a magician to open it.

With a huge number of magic scrolls and magic props, every battle is a competition of financial resources.

This is the case with ordinary magicians, let alone the lich and undead wizard who acts without scruples and has lived for who knows how many years.

His nearly eternal life allowed him to accumulate countless means and wealth over the years.

Up to now in the battle, Lu Wenwu has penetrated hundreds of his defenses and attacked him more than a dozen times, but failed to cause any harm to him.

As the spell was chanted, countless zombies with broken flesh and blood on their bodies stretched out their hands from the swamp and reached out to the target trapped in it.

"In a battle of this magnitude, are you still trying to mislead with words? Haha."

Lu Wenwu, whose feet were stuck deep in the quagmire of the undead realm, sneered. Blue blood vessels bulged under his skin, blood circulated rapidly, and muscles all over his body swelled in an instant.

"rise!"

When the zombie's sharp claws covered with flesh and blood grabbed his ankle, a huge force burst out from Lu Wenwu's body.

In an instant, the entire ground was uprooted, and the zombies, whose bodies were as hard and strong as magical weapons, were shattered into clumps of bone fragments in the splashing mud.

In the face of absolute power, any tactics are useless!

Taking advantage of the fact that Gris temporarily delayed Lu Wenwu for a moment, Zhao Changhe looked solemn.

The Sky-Splitting Sword in his left hand continuously slashed out sword intent into the air, sending one spatial force after another directly into the spatial barrier, creating spatial turbulence and completely blocking this area of ​​space.

During the collision, he had already discovered that the other party's spatial attainments were superior to his own. After disrupting the space, neither side could use the power of space to teleport.

This behavior is obviously more beneficial to him.

Zhao Changhe had only been exposed to the law of time for too short a time, and was unable to fully utilize short-distance space teleportation to fight for the time being.

It is far less skillful than Lu Wenwu's spatial flashing.

In this case, it is better to ban it and no one on either side should use it!

"Sealed space?"

There was a hint of teasing in Lu Wenwu's eyes and his smile was meaningful.

Zhao Changhe didn't care about it. Between the azure ice flows on his body, he put on an ice armor shining with strange runes, and the natal spirit sword in his hand shook out the thirty-six-fold icy sword energy.

At the same time, the Sky-Splitting Sword, which had consciousness, suddenly appeared in front of Lu Wenwu and stabbed straight into his heart.

"laugh!"

Zhao Changhe could hardly believe his eyes. The silver-white sword was like a hot knife cutting into butter.

It penetrated through the red-gold dragon scales with almost no hindrance, piercing through Lu Wenwu's body.

The horrific penetrating wound caused by the sword intent and spatial fluctuations revealed the golden heart inside the chest cavity that was emitting bursts of thundering sounds.

Large gusts of blood were squeezed out as the heart beat.

The originally vigorous energy and blood in Lu Wenwu's body was like a deflated balloon, plummeting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his life breath was dropping sharply.

At the same time, incomparable spatial force emerged from the Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Chopping Sword, nailing Lu Wenwu to the spot like a nail, anchoring him in that space and making him unable to move.

It worked!

With a look of joy on his face, Zhao Changhe stepped on the meteor and moved forward. It was as if he had turned into a sharp sword, merging into one with his own spiritual sword.

Man and sword unite!

Before the sword arrived, the icy cold sword energy was like a steel knife, and it had already collided with the iron tower-like figure, making a clanging sound.

This time, a decisive kill!

See how you hide!

Madness flashed in Zhao Changhe's blurry eyes. He bit his tongue and spurted out a trickle of blood. The power of his sword moves suddenly increased three times, freezing the space indistinctly!

"die!"

"You deserve to die."

Lu Wenwu, who should have been seriously injured, shouted loudly, and his aura, which had fallen to the bottom, rebounded rapidly, even becoming several times stronger than before.

As the flesh and blood of the wound squirmed, the Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Chopping Sword that had pierced into the body trembled as if frightened and was quickly pulled out, actively releasing the spatial confinement and moving away in a flash, as if it was avoiding some horrific plague.

The bloody fist pierced through the solidified space ripples, and the blade-like fist force tore through several defensive magics hastily released by Gris with the magic scroll, and also shattered the ice-blue armor helmet on Zhao Changhe's head.

His spiritual consciousness "saw" the punch.

But it's no use.

Zhao Changhe watched helplessly as the punch, shining with thunder and covered in black flames, easily broke through all restrictions and blockades, erupting with a terrifying force that was ten times more powerful than before, slowly magnifying in his perception.

It's like a mountain pressing down on you.

Magical power: moving mountains and filling the sea!

Pure power!

Its only function is to increase the user's strength for a short period of time.

Plain, unpretentious, but effective.

When the fist hit Zhao Changhe's ear, a loud bang that shook the earth and sky exploded.

The vortex-shaped fist force burst out and directly collapsed half of Wuling Mountain.

Zhao Changhe suddenly felt eternal tranquility.

All the sounds in the world disappeared in his ears, leaving only silence.

"boom!"

The terrifying heavy punch that was powerful enough to pierce the eardrums caused red and white sticky blood plasma to splatter.

Zhao Changhe, a swordsman at the peak of the second stage of divine ascension, died.

written request for leave

Although I took a day off on the first of this month, I would like to take one more day to adjust my work and rest schedule!

Red bean paste private Marseille!

I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart these two days, so I went to the hospital for emergency treatment after get off work.

The doctor first told me in a heavy tone that I could eat whatever I wanted after I went back. Just when I was panicking, the doctor said with an expression of "I am impatient, I am busy, don't waste my time" that there was nothing wrong with me and I just needed to stay up less late.

When I was getting a haircut on the way home, Tony, my teacher whom I hadn’t seen for a long time, teased me about my receding hairline due to staying up late.

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Oh my god, I just graduated from college two years ago! Why am I already worried about my hairline?

Chapter 488: Identity Exposed, But Not Completely Exposed

At the moment when Zhao Changhe's life breath disappeared, Gris, who was riding on the back of the Frost Bone Dragon, was struck by lightning and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of dirty black liquid. Even the skull on the top of the staff that was constantly spewing soul fire stopped for a moment.

"damn it!"

He cursed, and while enduring the weakness of his body, he pulled hard towards the center of the explosion as if he was dragging something.

He forcibly pulled out a corpse whose head and left shoulder were missing, and it appeared out of thin air on the back of the bone dragon.

Thick blood continued to flow out of the burnt and blackened wound, with a faint trace of gray-black substance mixed in it.

It’s Zhao Changhe!

The vitality of his physical body had completely dissipated, his natal spirit sword had been completely destroyed into a twisted ball of scrap metal, and his head and half of his body had been smashed to pieces by Lu Wenwu's military killing fist, which had unleashed its magical powers.

But a strange force actually protected his damaged soul and did not completely dissipate.

A small and exquisite crystal skull statue, about the size of a fist, was covered with cracks and was constantly emitting a strange glow, which completely enveloped Zhao Changhe's broken body.

"The soul returns, the corpse moves, and the flesh and blood come alive!"

As Gris continued to chant the difficult and mysterious spell.

The crystal skull statue hanging on his chest exploded and shattered into powder.

Countless points of light were actually supporting Zhao Changhe's soul as it quickly returned to his broken body, slowly stabilizing the spiritual power that had not yet been completely destroyed in this body that was constantly losing strength.

A gray line similar to Yu Yuan's resentment quickly grew, re-animating the flesh and blood that was on the verge of death, constantly repairing and stitching his broken body.

The look in Gris's eyes when he looked at Lu Wenwu was filled with cold murderous intent and resentment. His eyes, burning with the fire of the soul, stared straight at the heroic body bathed in thunder and flames, without blinking.

Lu Wenwu, with his upper body naked, twisted his neck, grabbed the Sky-Splitting Sword that was trying to tear through space and escape, and grinned grimly.

"You don't even spare your companion's body? You are such an evil old lich."

Gris was not affected by his words and still looked at him viciously as before.

The mummy-like face hidden in the black robe was so gloomy that it seemed as if water was almost dripping out of it.

Lu Wenwu slowly raised the Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Chopping Sword that was struggling to escape. He slowly applied force with his fingers, and a teeth-grinding sound of metal deforming was heard from the hilt of the sword.

The violently fluctuating mental waves continued to convey fear and wailing.

He was equally unmoved, and just stared back in the direction of Gris. His muscles kept moving, repairing the wounds he had sustained in the previous battle, and his momentum slowly and firmly rose.

"I underestimated you, Changhe too!"

Gris's voice was like the noise made by two broken pieces of wood rubbing against each other.

Even though there is no fluctuation in the tone of the voice, the fear hidden in the voice cannot be erased no matter what.

Suddenly, in the next second, he suddenly revealed a sinister smile, followed by an almost insane laugh.

That unpleasant laughter even attracted the attention of the other side of the battlefield, so much so that Tianxuan Baoding, who was fighting fiercely with Xiaobao, couldn't help but pay attention to the changes happening here.

"I thought the appearance of the descendant of the White Tiger God was unexpected, but I never expected that when I went out to relax, I would accidentally catch a shark like you!"

"Oh?" Lu Wenwu raised his eyebrows. "Is there anything special about me? I just wiped out the Blue Star traitor you supported. It shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

"Hehe, it seems that you don't know how profound the skills you practice are."

The soul fire in Gris's eyes suddenly surged and instantly turned into a blood-red color.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed that the Great Demon Kong Nue, who once wreaked havoc in the Chaos Sea, had actually been inherited by someone else. If I could convert you into one of our own, haha."