In an instant, the three Nazgul felt their souls tremble for the first time in their history.

This fear is called: death!

They didn't care to think about the reason, and they didn't dare to attack Chu Xin. Instead, they immediately drove their horses to retreat in embarrassment.

In the last battle, the nine Ringwraiths separated and rushed to Isengard from different places after receiving Sauron's order. These five were the closest, so they were the first to come, but they would also become the Black Flame Tail Blades.

The first batch of dead souls below.

Huhu~

Chu Xin followed closely and swooped down again in the blink of an eye, falling fiercely in front of the Nazgul.

With a "boom", the hillside was hit with earth and rocks flying, and the strong earthquake also threw three spirits and three horses away.

Buzz!

The Nazgul are worthy of being Nazgul, and their years of experience are still deeply rooted in their bones.

Even while they were out of control in mid-air, the three of them pulled out their silver swords in unison, chanting incantations, and soon some black patterns were attached to the blades.

This spell is far inferior to the black flame sword used by Khamul, and its effect is only a slight burning sting on the soul.

However, ordinary Ring Spirits have limited strength, so this is already the most powerful and applicable combat black magic they can use.

Wow~poof!

In an instant, the long tail unexpectedly struck from the side, directly piercing the chest of a Nazgul. Black flames quickly covered his body, burning him and making him scream sharply.

As a large amount of black mist collapsed and emerged, the third Nazgul died completely.

Chu Xin looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh, "We've been apart for three days, and I'll kill you like a dog!"

As the saying goes, there is specialization in the art, and no matter how violent the physical attack is, it can't hurt the ring spirits, but this black magic with restraint properties is like divine help, and the ring spirits can be liberated smoothly.

"How could it be? Is that the flame of the Black Flame Sword?"

"It can actually do black magic. Why didn't you see it use it last time?"

"Don't worry about this, retreat first!"

The remaining two had no fighting spirit and ran away without saying a word. They also tried to take off their armor and clothes to make themselves completely invisible.

But Chu Xin is always one step ahead of the enemy.

When the two of them had just taken two or three steps, the explosive dragon flames struck at them, blasting them into the air.

Then he waved his tail blade again, leaving two blazing balls of rootless black flames in mid-air.

At this point, five of the nine great ring spirits died tragically.

Buzz~

Fifteen minutes passed, the black flame dissipated, and the cooling time entered.

"We were able to kill a few Ringwraiths during this trip. It was a complete surprise. It should anger Sauron even more. But where did that old bastard Saruman go?" Chu Xin muttered to himself, his eyes flickering.

Looking down at the vast mountains.

If you want to find someone in this terrain, you will undoubtedly be looking for a needle in a haystack. If it weren't for the unique aura emitted by the Ring Spirit, Chu Xin might not be able to find it.

Just as I was thinking about it, the text on the card appeared:

“Fighted against the strongest wizard in Middle-earth today, won the victory, and killed many ring spirits that made all races fearful, and gained rich practical experience and knowledge of strength;

Proficiency 6%, reaching 56%;

Earn rewards:

Ghost Escape (a rule-level special skill; after use, you will enter a state of absolute invisibility, which can only last for 1 second, but no attacks can lock you during this period, and the cooling time is 72 hours)."

"This skill?" Chu Xin was stunned and began to examine it carefully.

At first glance, it doesn't seem to be of much use. The one-second aging and the seventy-two hours of cooling are very unbalanced.

But in fact, its power is self-evident. A short second is enough to turn danger into danger, and counterattack or retreat in an instant.

In short, it depends on how to operate and the situation.

In the next two days, Chu Xin stayed on the highest mountain, monitoring all directions.

"It seems that he has already slipped away."

He spread his wings and flew into the sky, hiding above the clouds and mist to peek.

Another week passed and still no discovery.

"Forget it, this fierce battle with him has revealed the strength level of Maiya's human body, which is not a small gain." Chu Xin stopped lingering and fluttered his wings to leave.

Ten days passed quietly.

From a cave entrance one hundred kilometers away from Isengard, Saruman limped out with his wand in hand. His white robes were already covered with dirt and filth, and his white hair was disgustingly dirty.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He lay down weakly, recalling the scene of Chu Xin killing five Nazguls in his mind, and suddenly felt a chill.

"What else is hidden in it? It's like an unfathomable bottomless pit~"

Saruman could have taken the sunny path honorably, but he was frightened by Chu Xin's vigilance and did not dare to take the initiative at all, so he chose the difficult and dangerous underground path.

This seems to also mean his fate. He was originally a minor god who was highly valued by the God of Earth, but he fell out of control into the devil's path with a slim future.

at the same time.

Mordor.

The four Nazgul, including the Witch King of Angmar, were kneeling tremblingly in front of the Eye of Sauron.

They were silent at this moment, suffering great fear under the pressure of Sauron.

"Smaug, what happened to you? You were able to kill my Ringwraiths without the help of talisman weapons." Sauron was doubtful and paid more attention to Chu Xin.

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Gondor.

Baicheng, the royal capital.

"It's the white-robed wizard!"

"Open the door quickly! Notify Lord Boromir!"

For a time, the people in the city gathered at the door with their heads raised high, vying to join in the fun.

"Everyone give in!"

Soon, Boromir, the eldest son of the prime minister, came striding over, and the crowd unanimously made way for this promising young man who deserved respect.

"What's going on? Lord Saruman, what exactly did you say!"

When Boromir saw it clearly, his expression changed drastically.

On the back of a wild horse, Saruman looked like a refugee and beggar, almost dying. His lowered eyelids and shaky body showed that he had suffered huge trauma.
Chapter completed!