Birmingham's killing move was really unexpected by the illusionist, but even if the illusionist reflected on his carelessness, the long sword in Birmingham's hand still stabbed straight into the illusionist's back without deviation, and the fist strength in his chest had not yet been digested, and the pain behind it suggested that the illusionist was attacked in another vital place, the long sword itself was very sharp, coupled with Birmingham's long-prepared blow, even though Birmingham himself did not have much strength, but the long sword in his hand was still easily inserted into the illusionist's back, and then exposed from the chest, stabbing the illusionist through, followed by scarlet blood gushing out from the wound, but the red light wrapped around the long sword was extremely interested in these bloods, and a large amount of blood was pulled by the red light on the sword, and they poured towards the long sword. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The illusionist can clearly feel the rapid flow of blood in his body, this long sword is like a hungry beast, desperately devouring his own blood, with the devouring of blood, the red light on the long sword is getting deeper and deeper, like a piece of red jade attached to the sword body, the illusionist struggles a little weakly, but the red light on the sword body seems to not only show great interest in his own blood, but even his own torso is firmly attached together, even if Birmingham weakly relinquishes his control over this long sword, the long sword is still tirelessly devouring every drop of blood。

"Don't waste your efforts, it's a good thing. "Although I don't understand what Birmingham's mouth is about good things, but if I continue like this, I am afraid that I will have to give up this hard-won identity.

Compared with the illusionist's desperate struggle, Birmingham, who let the long sword suck by himself, lifted his spirits, and moved to Tina's side step by step by holding on to the wall, and the red complexion finally subsided, but looking at Tina's sweaty appearance, you can know how much damage the attack just now caused to her body, and at this time, little Ellie also ran anxiously with the little ghost, and she felt very guilty for not helping her in this battle without a wand.

"Luckily, the furious gas didn't last long, and it should be okay to rest for a week after this time. Little Ellie helped Tina, who was slumped on the ground, to sit in the corner, and after the examination, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is that guy okay?" The little ghost pointed to the illusionist who was firmly absorbed by the long sword with some concern, and after a while, the red light on the long sword turned out to be substantial, and it really looked like a red scabbard, but compared to the satisfaction of the long sword, the illusionist's situation was not very good, the moment the long sword entered the body, he could feel that the red light on the sword suppressed the magic elements in his body very powerfully, so that he could only rely on his own physical strength to pull out the long sword, but the loss of blood made the illusionist powerless at all, such a vicious circle made the illusionist's face appear a trace of abnormal pale。

"It's okay, he'll be able to get a good night's sleep in a while. Birmingham didn't have the slightest sympathy for this man, who was obviously different from the previous painter, who looked like an art madman, but this illusionist didn't seem so good.

"It's a shame that I don't have the habit of going to bed right now. The illusionist's pale face pulled out a hint of a smile, Birmingham exclaimed that it was not good, just when he wanted to rush over, he saw that his female man's long sword was shocked out again, and the blood that had been accumulated was all scattered, and the blood flew away, falling to the ground like raindrops, and when the long sword was too late to shout and waste, the blood that fell to the ground wanted to be controlled by the illusionist, and flowed backwards into the illusionist's body, and with the rapid backward flow of blood, the illusionist's face had also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the last drop of blood flowed back into the illusionist's body, except for two small wounds in front of the other and one behind, the illusionist looked no different from before。

", let's hang up!" The whirling sword couldn't help but burst into foul mouths as he looked at the illusionist's anti-heaven methods.

Not to mention that the long sword wanted to explode foul language, but both Birmingham couldn't help but widen their eyes, this method of the illusionist is indeed a bit unbelievable, but then his group of people will be dangerous, Birmingham looked at Tina leaning against the corner with some concern.

The long flaxen-colored hair was tightly clinging to the sides of her cheeks, and her lips had become dry due to the violent gas, especially the severe distortion of her left ankle, which meant that Tina had been unable to stand up for a long time, sensing Birmingham's concern, Tina's bloodshot eyes tried to comfort her master, but looking at the illusionist's methods just now, she knew that comfort was useless.

"It's good, it can force me to use the illusionist's magic, I thought I would just use Finnier's holy light magic, but it seems that I was careless. The illusionist stroked the sword wound on his chest, and with the caress of his fingers, the wound healed little by little, "Now you really me off. ”

Although the illusionist said this sentence with a smile on his face, the four of Birmingham didn't think it was a funny thing, because from the smile on the illusionist's face, Birmingham saw a full killing intent.

"Let's all go to hell. When the illusionist finally stroked the wound on his chest, his smiling face revealed a long-hidden killing intent, and with a crisp snap of his fingers, one huge palm after another appeared in the air, and the originally small passage was filled in an instant.

"I'm going to crush you little by little. Looking at the hands of judgment around him, the illusionist's face was full of madness.

But things are always impermanent, just as Birmingham will never know which of Tina's buns is salty, and the illusionist who has the chance to win will not know that when he fantasizes about a hundred ways to die for Birmingham and the others in his head, he will not expect that a line of heavenly justice will sound from above his head, and then there will be a rumbling sound, and the illusionist's last thought is that this voice sounds really familiar.

Birmingham and the others watched as the solid underground passage was broken by a figure without warning, and the bluestones on the top fell one after another, directly submerging the unsuspecting illusionist, and the light was projected from the hole at the top, making the Birmingham people who were used to dim light inevitably a little dazzling.

"Are you all right?" asked the figure at the breach with some concern, the figure was carrying the light on his back, so that Birmingham and the others could not see the appearance of this person, but the high black top hat still made this person look very conspicuous, just when Birmingham and the others were stunned, the person lying on the breach seemed to be a little uneasy, and with a crisp landing, a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo appeared in front of Birmingham and others.

"Sempu, at the Lower Pointe-Noire Council, I don't know if you're the Birmingham Adventure Team. The eight-character bearded Sempu Bachelor looked at Birmingham and the others, who were all injured, and asked.