Teng Yunshen's right palm lost consciousness in the warm flesh of the witch. www.biquge.info However, all he needed was a finger, a hollowed-out finger...... He gave it a push.

He took off his gloves in order to draw power from the death of the mirror mage. The Blood Mage thinks he's a shadow puppet mage and nothing without the shadow—and that's a big mistake. In fact, even he couldn't figure out what type of wizard he was.

Teng Yunshen released the energy of the past world, penetrating the heart of the witch. In the blink of an eye, the witch's steaming blood was robbed of its vitality by the emotionless indifference of the past world.

Qiao Siming began to shoot. Each shot hit the blood mage in the head. She recovers quickly, but she can't escape the looming world of death...... She grabbed Teng Yunshen's throat, intending to die with him. She simply snapped his neck.

It's a pity that Teng Yunshen's recovery ability is even stronger than hers, and he recovered from his fatal injuries in an instant.

Then, he drew the magic of steel from his breath.

The sheen of metal crept up the battlemage's arms, glittering in the dreary blood. Teng Yunshen tore open the witch's body as easily as tearing open a newspaper.

The Blood Mage is still alive. She struggled to pick up a sharp focus in her flowing blood, and it was indeed sharp, as sharp as the torture inflicted on her enemies, as sharp as her will to survive, enough to penetrate her own weakness, to penetrate the strength of her enemies.

The witch's slender hands and feet were still strong, and she spun and knocked down Teng Yunshen.

The battlemage collapsed in a pool of blood, the sky was dark, and the blood was flowing from the enemy's body, with a feverish toxicity...... The thirsty urge tormented him again.

"Drink it!" whispered the weak elf in his ear.

Qiao Siming continued to shoot. His marksmanship was very accurate, and none of them missed, and every bullet brought flesh and blood flying.

The organs and tissues shattered by the bullets quickly grew out of the crimson foam, but the witch's body could not regenerate indefinitely, and she had to escape before reaching her limit.

However, death was not under Qiao Siming's gun, nor was it anywhere else, it was in the body of the Blood Mage.

She felt like she was rusty. She felt that she was no longer a fleshed blood mage, but a rusty alloy mage. Blood frothed weakly in her throat, revealing the smell and taste of rust.

The witch summons a supershape, blocking the imminent battle mage.

Although the superform has very special powers, it is not easy to drive it flexibly, and how to correctly grasp the distance between the humanoid and the superform is only the first problem that needs to be solved urgently...... Therefore, it was not until the last moment that she recruited the superform.

The Blood Mage fled.

The magic of steel not only made Teng Yunshen's flesh and blood as strong as steel, but also allowed him to bend and stretch this steel body freely, no different from his original body. This also means that Teng Yunshen at this moment is very important, but he is agile. He pushed the superform away, shoved it against the wall, and quickly chased after the blood mage.

The Witch doesn't intend to attack with supershapes.

When you are in a state of running, all parts of the body pull each other and are uniform, except for the super-shaped. You can't operate two independent structures with one thought.

The Blood Mage rushed to the railing. Climbing over the railing and falling into the patio, she was able to avoid Qiao Siming's bullets. Her body was crooked under Teng Yunshen's tearing, but after all, she was a fourth-order blood mage, and her speed was amazingly fast.

Teng Yunshen entered the first world.

The desolation is even more pronounced in this world, overgrown with weeds, and the years of sedimentation have given birth to the kingdom of the elves, engulfing the traces of the prosperity of the past.

Teng Yunshen caught up with the Blood Mage. Time in the First World was faster than in the Base World, and he took a shortcut. And running deeper in the First World or the Supernatural World is not a wise choice for Blood Mages.

Of course, she can enter the first and second worlds, but that doesn't make sense, and battlemages can operate in both worlds as well. And she is wounded, and her blood will be good nourishment. The supernatural world will devour her completely.

Teng Yunshen and the witch climbed over the railing together, and then grabbed her upper body at the moment of landing. The blood-colored mist evaporated, revealing the witch's mutilated body structure in the thinness.

The Blood Mage raised the last of his mana and prepared to fight to the death. Qiao Siming has not yet arrived, she still has a chance. Her blood screamed like a feast of chemistry.

Teng Yunshen raised his head. His body was as hot as a test tube on an alcohol lamp, yet his heartbeat was calm, unhurried, and burning with pleasant enthusiasm. He wandered in the inspiration of killing.

The clear light of the sky fell on the glass dome, lighting up his vision. As dawn approaches, the sky takes on a translucent texture, like a weathered glass.

Teng Yunshen drove his real name and connected the two images together.

The sky fell, shattering the dome in a torrential rain. However, Teng Yunshen didn't need sharp raindrops. He stared at the deep and shallow scratches on the glass, mottled by years of wind and frost. The glass reflected Teng Yunshen's eyes. This is a mirror, the vicissitudes of time, bit by bit infiltrated into the world in the mirror...... That's not what he needs, but he can use it a little.

Teng Yunshen pushed the frost towards the blood mage, and for a moment, the ode to blood was dull and silent in the cold to the bone.

The glass smashed on their bodies, under their feet. The Blood Mage shed blood, and so did the Battle Mage.

The witch tugged at Teng Yunshen's blood, she didn't understand why the other party was bleeding in front of her, it was extremely stupid to do so, it was equivalent to handing over her life to the enemy - but it was good that she could survive, nothing else.

The battle mage stepped on the glass at his feet. The witch's death-killing claws are just around the corner. He evokes the magic of another real name.

It was a long, long time ago, when people were not used to living in high-rise buildings, and the annoying and cute children kicked a reckless ball and left a broken footprint on the window. The vitality of childhood is fleeting, like a lightning bolt. It finally disappeared into the dreary night, but carved the moment that tore the sky apart on the humble windowsill.

Teng Yunshen picked up the thunderbolt and pierced the head of the blood mage. The mad blood was completely quiet, and flowed to the end of the evening breeze.

"Well done. Qiao Siming slowly picked up his useless sniper rifle, "Now, collect his blood, and we'll go and receive the inheritance." ”