Apocalypse: Picking up Attributes and Becoming Stronger

"That's it?"

Long Chen said disdainfully, seeing him lightly squeeze, and the fireball went out directly.

Just kidding, he understands the law of fire, and he plays with fire. Isn't this a gangster and a big sword in front of Guan Gong?

If it is a higher-level flame, it may still have some influence on him, but this fireball talisman does not even have a level, and the flame is just a bit stronger than ordinary flames.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"Fulushu is the strongest technique in my division, how could it fail!"

The wretched man shook his head with an unbelievable appearance.

The disdain on Long Chen's face became more obvious.

"That's it, it's also worthy of being called Talisman?"

"Let you see, what is a real talisman!"

Long Chen sneered, his fingers flicking in the air, and the spirit energy in the air was portrayed in the air under his control.

This is the Tongtian Urn, completely free from the limitations of the talisman paper and pen and ink, using the finger as the pen, and the heaven and earth spiritual energy as the ink. The talisman depicted in this way is many times stronger than the ordinary talisman.

This is also because Long Chen's current mental strength is not enough, otherwise, with his full-level proficiency in [Tongtian Urn], he can easily portray the highest-level talisman.

As it is now, it would take a few seconds to even portray a lowest level talisman.

"Flame talisman, go!"

Long Chen took five seconds to depict a first-level talisman and patted it at the wretched man.

Fu Lu turned into a fireball in midair that was many times larger than before, and the wretched man's expression suddenly changed.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

Even the elders in the division need to use talisman paper, pen and ink, and the quality is not bad.

But at this time, someone painted a talisman freehand in front of him, directly in the air, and the power was so powerful.

The consternation returned to consternation, but in the face of life danger, the wretched man quickly reacted.

There was no way to hide, the wretched man hurriedly grabbed Xiao Ziyan on the side and stood in front of him.

He intended to use Xiao Ziyan to block the damage for himself, so that he might still be affected, but the damage should be minimized.

But what surprised him was that the fireball stopped abruptly when it was one meter away from Xiao Ziyan.

Then disappeared in place.

"Ok?"

The wretched man was taken aback for a moment, but then he remembered something and his face was happy.

"Haha, I see, it turns out that you came for this girl, are you reluctant to get hurt?"

The wretched man laughed, he thought he had grasped Long Chen's weakness.

As long as this Nizi is a hostage in his hand, wouldn't the person in front of him be at his mercy?

"Boy, now you kneel down and knock your head a few times, and then tell me how you volleyed the talisman, otherwise I will kill this girl!"

The wretched man pinched Xiao Ziyan's neck with one hand and threatened coldly.

"Sorry pen."

Long Chen looked at each other indifferently, and faintly cursed.

"Do you dare to scold Lao Tzu? Do you think I really dare not kill her?"

The wretched man immediately became angry when he heard the words, and couldn't help but increase his strength a bit.

Xiao Ziyan suddenly showed pain, a little breathless.

"Kill if you want."

Long Chen said casually as if he hadn't seen anything.

Seeing Long Chen's cold face, the wretched man suddenly couldn't help but doubt his previous guess.

Does this Nizi have nothing to do with him?

Otherwise, how could he not care about this Nizi's life at all.

But this is the end of the matter, and the wretched man has nothing to do. He can only pin his hopes on Xiao Ziyan.

"Okay, then I will kill her, don't regret it!"

The wretched man said cruelly, turning his palm into a knife and cutting it towards Xiao Ziyan's neck.

In fact, the wretched man is also very nervous at this time, of course he dare not really start, otherwise there is really no hope.

While the wretched man scared Long Chen, he secretly glanced at Long Chen's expression, wanting to see some clues.

Suddenly, he found that a light flashed in Long Chen's eyes.

"what!!!"

Just as the wretched man was puzzled, his legs suddenly hurt, as if pierced by something.

He hurriedly lowered his head to look down, and suddenly lost his color. I don't know when a few thorns appeared on the ground, which passed through his feet.

Huh!

At the moment the wretched man lowered his head, Long Chen urged the cat shadow to the strongest phantom step, turning into an afterimage and flashed before the wretched man.

"cut!"

Long Chen stretched out **** and stroked the arm of the wretched man holding Xiao Ziyan.

Suddenly a sword light flashed, and the wretched man's arm was directly broken, and the incision was very flat, as if it had been cut by a sharp sword.

For people who understand the meaning of swords, everything can be a sword, and so are fingers.

Long Chen had already understood the sword intent, so it was normal to be able to do this.

He just changed his body, but the sword intent, skills, or laws he comprehended were still there.

"what!!!"

The wretched man let out a louder scream again.

Long Chen embraced Xiao Ziyan's waist a few meters away and flashed back a few meters away. He looked at Xiao Ziyan and found that her eyes were dull at this time, and it was obvious that she had been hit too hard.

"Go to sleep, you will be fine after you sleep."

Long Chen helped Xiao Ziyan close her eyes with his hands, and at the same time injected a gentle soul power to warm her soul.

Soon, Xiao Ziyan fell into a deep sleep.