Shadows have their own shapes, but, no matter how bizarre they may be, they always have the same texture, deep or shallow, until a wizard infuses them with emotion...... Humdrum. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mirrors are different, and different mirrors reflect very different things. Teng Yunshen has a deep understanding of this.

In the past, when attacked by bandits, he used broken glass against his enemies. It was a blurred mirror, and he pulled out the haze in the glass and released it into the outer reality.

Now, he's doing something similar. It's just that this time, the mirror he chose was a foam, convex mirror, and a wide field of vision. He found the murderous witch behind him, and then he channeled the blood of the mirror mage into the mirror world.

Teng Yunshen quickly rolled to the side. It was probably a "burst", and the mirror was torn apart. The blood of the mirror mage pierced through the blood mage with lightning speed.

The witch is naturally unrejectable to blood, which gives her endless power. Especially at this moment, she hoped that the mellow blood would reduce her weakness.

It's just that before coming here, Mai Ke gave Teng Yunshen a lesson...... If he guessed correctly, the mirror mage was the blood bank of the blood mage, which is why the blood of the two was so similar.

This meant that the Blood Mage was in the driver's seat, and the Mirror Mage could not refuse the other party's request.

The blood bag fell in front of Qiao Siming in a panic. His body cracked, spilling out a galloping cloud of blood-colored smoke.

The witch frantically sucked his blood. He was her reserve, his blood was the most suitable for her in the world, and the relationship between the two was as intimate as ice and snow. The blood transfusion project is a matter of course.

However, the way blood is supplied is not safe. The Mirror Mage was standing too far away and lacking concentration. He was like a dam that had been broken by a great flood, and it was broken.

The soldier shot him in the forehead.

Blood loss is not a very serious problem for mirror mages. After all, his body has been modified, and he is a blood-forming machine. It's just that the blood magic that the blood mage shared with him is not enough to make him as fearless as he is.

Qiao Siming gave him another shot.

The Blood Mage watched all this calmly. She immediately realized what had happened in the blink of an eye, but there was nothing she could do. She could see that the mirror mage was finished. Of course, she could have brought him back, but that wouldn't have worked. He's got good qualifications, but he's just a novice. She should have found a better ......

The witch looked at the elusive poet and smiled.

The Blood Mage kills the Mirror Mage in a heavy drink. His blood will live in her body for a while so that she can receive his inheritance, and that's it.

Teng Yunshen took off his gloves, which puzzled the witch. She was impressed by the power of the glove, but Teng Yunshen was about to abandon it.

However, such details are insignificant. The blood mage sacrificed the blood bank that had been cultivated for a long time, and naturally it was rewarded. Now, she possessed enough power to rival even a fifth-order wizard, and her opponents were only third-order wizards and a ...... Mortal?

Qiao Siming smashed her shoulder with a single shot. The bullets are silver, and the circuits that increase lethality are engraved. The blood mage's magic boiled over, and she felt pain.

The witch stepped back and greeted her with two wings. She stretched them open, closing in on the daring gunman.

Teng Yunshen sucked away the emotions of the visitors in the wind.

He recognized the existence of the elves, and when he gave the wind a certain personality, the elves were born in the unbridled silhouette of the wind.

Teng Yunshen injected poetic emotions into his shadow.

The wind that stopped in the prosperity of the past was dazed, and Teng Yunshen pushed away the dazed phantom.

The Blood Mage found herself in the bubble, the Mirror Mage got her mana, and she got the Mirror Mage's mana. She squeezed the air of the mirrored world, the magic of the mirror whispering in her blood. The air swelled, hiding the witch's form.

Teng Yunshen pushed the phantom again.

What wizards call "pushing" or "dragging" is different from the worldly view in that they do not need to touch the target and do not need to use physical strength. The outward movements are more of a continuation of past habits, and wizards who have not forgotten that they were once mortals rely on adjusting their postures to stimulate attention, and the effect of this series of actions on the target is not as simple as pushing it out or dragging it back.

Sometimes, the wizards' movements are so easy that they are just a thought...... Sometimes, the same thought can be difficult.

Teng Yunshen struggled to push the shadow in front of the blood mage, and immediately after, he detonated the shadow and made it disappear.

The blood-stained dust swirled rapidly, as if hordes of spirits were dancing in a nightmare, and chaos hung over it like a roaring thundercloud.

Teng Yunshen bought himself a moment.

The wind that comes from the night is also lonely. People poured out their dream words to it, but they didn't expect an answer...... He put on the shadow of loneliness.

Experiments weren't always beneficial, and the last rash attempt allowed the enemy to break free from the disadvantage, but after just a few seconds, Teng Yunshen decided to try again.

The shadow that pushes out is unfathomable, however, the shadow puppet mage can wear the shadow on his body. Teng Yunshen listened to the whispers in the wind, right in his ears and in his heart.

He stepped towards the blood mage in his true form. Discord's speed is tiny with the attention of Shadow of Solitude. The speed of the surrounding things was no longer chaotic, they fell in the same direction, in line with him.

Teng Yunshen stepped over the pool of blood, as if he had stepped over one threshold after another. The closer you get to the witch, the higher the threshold, the highest one, almost as high as the railings on the athletic field...... But that's about it.

He accelerated his dash, leapfrogging the speed of the Blood Mage. As long as he's faster than her, she can't move. Blood mages should be faster. However, her unrestrained form dulled her, and more fatally, she was unaware that the Shadow of Loneliness was at work.

The witch's ever-changing nature can't escape Teng Yunshen's eyes.

The battlemage swooped down and plunged his fist into the abdomen of his foe. He destroyed her speed, and he destroyed the axes that marked her speed, and order fell apart, and the noisy speed returned to its own chaotic direction, going its own way.

The Blood Mage broke Teng Yunshen's wrist in one fell swoop. She was still incredibly strong, and she could still tear Teng Yunshen to shreds.