Teng Yunshen couldn't breathe. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The invisible weight made it difficult for him to move. He had a suspicion that he would sink into the solid bricks, adding a bloody texture to them.

Things seem to have gone wrong. However, the term "error" usually refers to a situation that does not match the forecast. However, he didn't have a plan at all. He just subconsciously attacked.

Teng Yunshen tried to fight against the weight that was holding him down, but immediately found that such an attempt was in vain, and it was just a waste of effort, as if he was fighting with his own hand against his other hand......

He quickly figured out where the weight was coming from. He unleashed the magic of his real name, and the weight was gone. Like a sharp arrow, he shot lightning at the frightened Blood Mage.

Teng Yunshen empathizes with the pain of others, and he puts such emotions into the shadows. He did the same during his battle with the Forest Mage, but was unsuccessful in activating the Phantom's effects, so little was known about the Phantom's qualities.

It was a pair of shackles that locked him to anything within the blast's radius. He shared the weight of the blood mage.

Teng Yun penetrated the dark red veil. The witch's blood thirsts for his blood, blood is thicker than water, and perhaps there is a new interpretation at this moment.

He sank into a shadow like a pool of clear water, and blood chased him like a dye poured into a pool...... The magic of the shadows and the magic of blood go hand in hand.

Teng Yunshen suddenly emerged from the shadow, leaving the stunned witch at his feet. Immediately afterward, he evokes another real name.

On the trail after the rain, water stains gradually seeped under the road surface, and there were a few faint traces, like a shallow shadow. Blood flowed unchecked, and the witch struggled to restrain herself, only to swirl in strings of bubbles.

Teng Yunshen jumped towards the mirror mage. The latter nudged Qiao Siming and pushed himself away from the battle mage's landing spot.

Qiao Siming pulled out a pistol. The figure of the mirror mage twisted in the moaning dust. Teng Yunshen grabbed him quickly.

The battle mage staggered forward, nearly falling. He held his breath and pulled the magic of steel out of his lungs, coating his feet with a cold, hard sheen. His steps were still brisk, but when he fell, he was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Still, he couldn't stop himself.

Is the mirror mage heavier than himself at this moment? Teng Yunshen didn't think so. The mirror mage's drag and stumble, more like a close tug-of-war. The gravitational force works as neatly as the Earth's magnetic poles pull the compass, the anchor claws fall, and the rest depends only on the weight of both sides.

He seemed to be competing with his alter self again.

Teng Yunshen stared at the young man and noticed the small thing that was shining in the other party's hand...... That's right, it was because he noticed that mirror that he unconsciously gave the other party the code name of mirror mage.

The mirror reflects his weight.

Teng Yunshen loosened the gravity line. At the same time, Josmin fired a shot that hit the mirror mage in the knee before he could hide into the air. The bright light of the camping lights made the view worse, but the soldier's marksmanship was better.

Battlemages look down for the shadow of their enemies. The noise struck him off guard. That's lightning, that's the waves, it's both cold and scorching. It's a flash of inspiration, but it's harmful, it's poisonous.

The Blood Mage smashed Teng Yunshen's bound true name with concentration.

Teng Yun stared at her in deep pain. The witch threw unfathomable emotions at him, leaving his mind blank.

The witch crawled out of the water stain.

Qiao Siming North Korean Blood Mage shoots. The bullet pierced her body, splattering with brilliant blood. She had bled so much that it was like a sponge that had been soaked in red paint for most of the day. But she was still breathing, making people suspect that everything in front of her was an action movie with fantasy elements, the bullets were fake, and the blood was fake......

Teng Yunshen knew that all this was true. The witch's blood crawled to his feet, wavulling with a tangy aroma. The desire to suck blood took root in Teng Yunshen's veins.

He raised his right hand and pushed the vibration out of his glove. The Blood Mage was knocked to the ground. Teng Yunshen turned around and stumbled towards Qiao Siming.

Consciousness returned to his dazed shell, and he could hear the rustling of the wind. The wind slipped lightly into the unoccupied house. Who is it for?

Teng Yunshen shackled another real name. Behind him stood up the shadow of the wind wandering, blocking the blood mage.

However, this is not a long-term solution. She is a witch of the fourth order and has already moved on to the next stage. The gap between the third and fourth orders is much greater than the gap between the second and third orders. Even if she couldn't understand the mystery of her real name, she was able to use her focused thoughts to disrupt Teng Yunshen's thoughts.

The battle mage has found the shadow of the mirror mage. He also smelled the blood of his enemies. The Mirror Mage's blood is very similar to the blood mage's blood, but it is fundamentally different, one is male blood and the other is female blood, the latter makes him drunk, and the former makes him creepy.

Teng Yun tugged at the enemy's blood. The training of the forest mage allowed him to master the basics. Using his own blood as an introduction, he carefully channeled the blood of his enemies...... Red dew seeped out of the crooked air.

The Blood Mage pushed the wind away. Before she could hit Teng Yunshen with emotion, the wind receded to the side. The witch was overjoyed. After all, it's not easy to release your emotions and then take them back, it takes skill. And she was so anxious that she couldn't keep her calm.

She approached the young battle mage again. The witch stretched out her bloody hand and touched the back of Teng Yunshen's neck. The blood of the two resonated. The witch's mana is even stronger, and her blood will melt Teng Yunshen's blood to the ground.

The sudden heat exploded Teng Yunshen's sweat. The call of blood poked out wisps of fibrous tissue, like soft thorns, piercing through the veins and into his bones. He thirsted for blood, and his morbid enthusiasm was like a moth to a fire.

The witch's finger poked into the battle mage's skin, adding fuel to the fire, and he burned.

Teng Yun fell deep in a pool of blood, and the blood of the blood mage soaked his vision. Teng Yunshen's eyes widened. He resisted the urge to drink the plasma, and found the witch's mirror image in the blood-colored foam.

The battlemage focused his attention on the tiny world of the mirror. He felt a wonderful magic. It is fragile, but it is also full. The black of the night, the red of blood, are all in it.

Teng Yunshen stabbed the mirror mage's blood into the bubble that was about to burst.