Chapter 107 Jump out of the tower!

Tu Xing's body moved faster than his thoughts and he shouted, "Tighten the chain!"

Without waiting for the Sultan to react, he jumped out of the tower with agility!

A strong sense of weightlessness, accompanied by screams from behind, and the chain on the wrist made a "rustling" sound as it rubbed against the rocks.

Tu Xing briefly and lightly supported the wall with his feet twice to ensure that his head would not hit the tower.

His eyes caught sight of a dark shadow, and it turned out that the other person had a wing-like wooden board on his back, allowing him to glide in the air.

Tu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly to avoid the wind. It was a pity that he couldn't use magic, otherwise it would be much easier.

He took out the blue diamond from the magic blade and put it directly into his mouth - the other things would be fine, but this one was very important.

He freed his hand, quickly raised the magic blade, aimed it at the black shadow, and threw it hard!

I don’t know if it was luck or the wind direction was just right, but it pierced straight into the back of the black shadow!

When they collided, the sudden force caused the other party to sway and lose control.

Like a bird shot by an arrow, it crashed into the walls of the tower several times, screamed, and fell down from side to side.

At this moment, Tu Xing heard a tiny "click" sound and immediately looked at his wrist. The handcuffs had actually loosened by themselves?!

But the magic blade used to cast the spell has already been thrown, which is really a sad thing.

The double meaning is in disarray.

Tu Xing had to hold the chain backwards. He was now in mid-air, and the wall was like the side of a steep cliff, with at least seven or eight floors below.

Fortunately, he had the habit of wearing gloves, and using this hand to hold the long chain provided some blocking effect.

He quickly put the blue diamond in his pocket and took out the wind blade.

Tu Xing stretched his foot to reach the nearest floor railing, quickly reciting the breeze spell in his mouth.

Race against time!

The first target is your own body. Regardless of whether it is successful or not, pause for two or three seconds and then turn it into a wind blade.

When the wind blade was able to float in the air, he didn't bother to be surprised that the magic blade had successfully cast the spell, and threw it at the black shadow again without hesitation!

At this moment, Tu Xing was already hanging in the air, dangling, and the chain was only about the length of four to five floors at most.

The opponent had already landed on the ground, and the wind blade pierced his abdomen fiercely.

When you find that the puncture is in vain or goes straight through, immediately adjust and puncture the opponent's calf!

The distance was too far, and Tu Xing could only barely sense the location of the wind blade. He could not see the specific situation at all. The figure was as small as a thumb.

At this time, the perception of the wind blade also disappeared.

Tu Xing was breathing heavily. Seeing that the black shadow below was motionless, he climbed up the tower.

He loosened the chains, aimed them at himself and silently chanted the breeze spell again.

The first spell must have failed, or it was not enough to make the body float. After all, a person's weight is thousands of times that of the wind blade.

Tu Xing muttered a few words silently, and when he glanced at the stairs, his eyes lit up.

Once the chain is unlocked, can't we just go down?

He hurried over, and just after taking a step, he felt his body incredibly light.

I realized it was really because of my weight.

Tu Xing ran as fast as he could, trying to stack more spells, and for a moment his body moved very fast.

In just five breaths, people had reached the bottom floor!

He stepped out of the door and was confronted by about twenty people. They first looked at the young man's badge and immediately made way. "Sir, are you tracking this man?"

They were obviously the Sultan's guards stationed here.

Hearing this, Tu Xing suddenly stopped, breathing slowly and looking intently at the scene ahead.

Two people were holding a man in black, who was bleeding from his abdomen and calves.

Tu Xing's eyes lit up and he replied, "Yes, is the bottle on him?"

Someone immediately searched his pockets and his entire body. After a moment, the guard said in an excited voice, "Is this it?"

Tu Xing nodded, exhaled, and reached out to take it with a serious expression:

"This person dared to steal the Black Mage's things, especially on such an important occasion. He must be tired of living."

A guard: "Then what should we do with this person?"

Tu Xing stared at the man in black unkindly: "Tie him up here and wait for your majesty to deal with him. Tie him up now."

"Yes, sir." Someone immediately went to get the rope.

Tu Xing glanced at the stairs and looked down at the thing in his hand.

It is heavier than bottles of the same size, feels warm to the touch, and is shaped more like a teapot, with a pointed metal stopper on top.

At this moment, the sound of overlapping footsteps was heard.

The young man put his hands straight and looked up, and the golden figure of the Sultan appeared at the entrance, his eyes burning, as if hiding panic.

The moment he saw people, he calmed down.

Iris was furious, "Who allowed you to jump?!"

Tu Xing offered it with both hands, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I thought this thing was a thing of gods and demons. If it fell into the hands of others, it would increase their strength in vain."

"Moreover, this person dared to snatch it away right under your Majesty's nose, which is an insult to your dignity."

While saying this, he secretly complained: I spent so much effort to get it back, but I will not get any credit and will be blamed?

The Sultan glared at the man, but when the people behind him came over, he put away his anger.

Celilda's voice came from behind, full of praise: "Your reaction is really quick, kid, you are worthy of being the good seedling I have selected."

Celilda walked around the Sultan and took a closer look at the bottle in Tu Xing's hand. Her face was almost overflowing with admiration:

"In a hurry, I only had time to unlock your handcuffs. I didn't expect you to be able to snatch them back."

She stepped forward to take it.

Tu Xing cooperated and handed it over, thinking to himself: That's how it was unlocked by remote casting control, but the timing was really...

Celilda looked at the bottle twice, confirmed that it was correct, and her face was full of joy.

She turned to the Sultan and smiled, "Why does your Majesty always keep him in chains?"

"Cyril is a loyal man, he wouldn't have any ulterior motives. He's just young and a bit playful."

"If we restrict such talented people like this, they might become alienated."