However, this was only the beginning, the light emitted by the Thunder Spear slowly began to dim after resisting a wave of attacks, and finally disappeared, almost at the moment when the wall formed by the Thunder Spear disappeared, the fiery red petals flew again, counting the few "thunder marks" left in the body, and seeing the petals on the top of the head slowly form.

Ziyi gritted his teeth, put his finger to his mouth, and bit hard, and the bright red blood fell down his wrist drop by drop: "Quench the evil of all things, seal the feelings of the world, isolate the power of hatred, extinguish the fire of hope, and enchant the Quartet!"

Almost at the same time, the petals moved, and countless petals were like sharp blades, pointing at Purple Wing, and at the same time, Purple Wing quickly turned around, drew a circle on the ground with his bleeding hand, surrounded himself in the circle, and forced, and with the other hand, he thrust the Sword of Judgment into the ground and roared: "Knot!"

In an instant, time seemed to stand still, a white light rose into the sky, effortlessly blocking all the petals, without making a single sound, after successfully resisting the magician's attack, Ziyi couldn't be happy, his face was gloomy and he glanced around, although he successfully defended two waves of attacks, but Ziyi knew that it was far from enough to end, just blindly defending was not a way, whether it was physical strength or energy, he had gradually disappeared, and even felt a little tired, this state was not a good state。

The white light disappeared at some point, almost in the blink of an eye, and all that remained on the ground was the circle drawn by Purple Wing with blood.

Secretly watching the man who was secretly watching Ziyi resist his two waves of attacks in a row, he let out a sigh of amazement a little, smiled and took out a knife from his arms, and gently put it on his wrist and cut it: "Then the first performance, a big change of life!" In an instant, a large amount of blood sprayed out, and the magician's face turned even whiter, and the sweat on his forehead crossed the bridge of his nose and dripped on the ground, mixed with the magician's own blood.

The scary thing is that the magician's smiling face is still the same: "Go, babes." ”

Then the terrifying glance happened, one, two, three······· The blood of a magician is like a door. One by one, the magicians crawled out of the blood, their smiling faces were the same, even the buttons on their clothes were exactly the same, and if Purple Wing found out, the magician's buttons were missing again.

At this time, Purple Wing was looking vigilantly in the direction where the magician was hiding, and he heard movement, yes, it came from behind the tree that had not been damaged in the slightest.

"Yes, there are ten of them this time. The magician looked at the ten selfs in front of him with appreciation, and glanced at the purple wing standing in the bright place, and muttered, "It should be enough!" As he spoke, the magician's face began to melt, and gradually, nose, mouth, eyes, ears, hands, arms, and feet··········

"Really, really····· Yes····· Trouble······ ······ Negative ······· ······· The last sentence came intermittently from the melted blood, and then there was no more sound.

And watching the magician turn into a puddle of blood, the individual did not change in the slightest, still the weird smiling face, lined up one after another, pestle and cane, and walked out from behind the tree.

When he saw the magician walk out from behind the tree, Purple Wing's constricted brow slowly relaxed: You finally dare to show up. But the brows that had just been stretched out furrowed again, because Purple Wing found that TM came out not alone, but one after another, like a performance, one by one, and eight magicians walked out!

There are two possibilities: one is that there is a real body inside, and the other is that there is another real body hidden, ready to give himself the final blow!

Compared to the first possibility, Purple Wing believes in the second option.

The eight people couldn't help but attack the purple wings, and the canes in their hands were like a whirlwind, but fakes will never compare to the original, and the originals will not compare to multiple fakes.

Although eight people will not kill themselves, it is still quite difficult to resist, especially Purple Wing, who is physically and mentally exhausted to the extreme. The slightest mistake can make you look elsewhere.

With a ding, he used his sword to block the first magician who pounced, and with a touch of his other hand, he took out two charms from the spatial ring: "Hurry like a law!"

Grabbing the charm and sticking it straight to the magician's face, he kicked the magician to the side with a kick and slammed it into a tree in the distance: "Burst!"

Boom two bangs came from his ears, and Purple Wing didn't even look at it, and flashed to the side, dodging the flying palm, and at the same time looked at the magician on the side.

Jingling!

Not out, it was blocked, and then Ziyi didn't plan to stop without looking at death, so he decisively withdrew his long sword and flashed to the side, but he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and shrank suddenly, the magician who was blown up before was not dead. Subconsciously, Purple Wing thought it was the real body, but when he saw the magician's disappeared head, Purple Wing gave up this idea.

Without giving any respite, several other magicians pounced again.

"Bastard!" Purple Wing cursed secretly, clenched the Sword of Judgment, and stepped forward, a layer of blood condensed on the sword: "Blood Killing!"

A blood-red light flashed, and one of the magicians in front of him was severed along with the staff in his hand that remained in a resisting position. Instantly turned into a pool of blood, Ziyi's face turned pale, and he felt that most of the blood on his body was instantly drained, but then, a large amount of majestic blood qi surged up, making Ziyi Yixi shout in disbelief: "This is okay?!" Then, he moved his greedy gaze to the remaining seven magicians.

I don't know how long it took, Ziyi only felt that he was fighting close to his consciousness, his brain was a little numb, and there were many injuries on his body, some light and some serious, and even his clothes were stained red with blood!

When the last red light flashed, and the magician's body turned into blood, Ziyi stood there numbly, and suddenly, Ziyi turned his head, and a blood-red sword qi flew out: "Is it real, it's too cunning!"

Not unexpectedly, the magician dodged slightly on one side, and then pointed at Purple Wing with a cane, Purple Wing didn't dodge, why, because he couldn't do it, facing the cane that was close to the heart, Purple Wing bit his tongue fiercely, making himself vaguely conscious, and reluctantly turned to the side, dodging the fatal cane, but his shoulder was directly pierced, and Purple Wing also backhanded a sword, slashing the ninth magician to death!

However, he is not the real person.

The tenth!

The piercing of the other shoulder made Ziyi clearly feel that the tenth was behind him, and the pain stimulated Ziyi to sober up in an instant, and he pounced forward without hesitation, dodging the second blow of the stab, although he had just miraculously dodged the fatal blow!

"Goodbye!"

Purple Wing breathed a sigh of relief as the sword slashed across the magician's neck, as a large spear made of red blood had pierced Purple Wing's chest. Amid the applause, Purple Wing fell to the ground.

The eleventh man fell!