Blood flowed in the witch's body. The reason why the pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info wants to emphasize this point is because the way she bleeds is not healthy. When people talk about bleeding, they often think of not blood flowing in the veins, but deep or shallow wounds. And it is in this way that witches bleed.

The Shadow of Guilt has hurt her. This is the nature of the phantom itself, not Teng Yunshen's fault. Thankfully, the damage wasn't as severe as the Killing Shadow.

She wielded her scythe and pushed the surprised giant back.

The current situation was unsettling for the witch. As a novice, Teng Yunshen's performance was not too bad and met expectations. However, the witch was reluctant to admit that guilt had grown in her heart, nor was she willing to lose it. Sadly, both of these things have already happened.

Teng Yunshen let go of the shadow in his hand.

The witch focused her attention and blocked another slash from the wildfire towards Teng Yunshen. The Shadow of Guilt was not lightweight, and even so, her movements were still much faster than Teng Yunshen's.

Every necromancer should learn to rely on techniques other than necromancy, after all, it was not easy to draw energy from the worlds of yesteryear.

And the fact that she's a necromancer means that she's just as sensitive to emotions as a shadow mage and a rainbow mage. You know, if you want to bring dead people to life, you have to inject emotion into them. She sensed the giant's disdain.

The witch will make this madman pay for it right away.

Click. She pulled the trigger, and the bullet popped out of the magazine on the hilt.

Wildfire didn't know how the weapon was constructed. He judged the general shape of the scythe from the sound of the wind and completed it with his imagination. He is experienced and able to dodge attacks without vision. However, a witch's weapon is not just a scythe.

The bullet was embedded in the chest of the wildfire, and a pungent cloud of dust rose from it. Teng Yunshen held the magic sword. Everything happened so fast that he didn't have time to think before he stabbed the murder weapon in his hand. Bullets swirl in wildfire-rocky muscles. He grinned and swung a knife. The blazing light of the sword engulfed the sword shadow like a storm. Teng Yunshen was unmoved. Something has changed. He gripped the rapier and stabbed it into the wildfire's neck.

The witch pushed the wildfire, then grabbed Teng Yunshen, who was wearing the shadow of guilt and weighed exactly in between. She used the weight of the giant to bounce herself and Teng Yunshen away from the imminent fire.

Wildfire leaped up and leaped over their heads. He closed his eyes and retracted his vision. Teng Yunshen tied his speed and strength together. Wildfires raise butcher knives. Teng Yunshen turned around. The butcher's knife collided with the magic sword again. The jagged light bit the two of them hard. Wildfire opens its eyes.

Teng Yunshen fell to the ground. The flaming butcher's knife was as heavy as a flying mountain, and it easily crushed him. He was beaten back to his original form.

The witch pulled the trigger and sent another bullet into the giant's chest.

Teng Yunshen's face touched the floor. He was counting on the constant cool air to sober him up, but the bravery that came from a corner of his mind still made him not sober. Fragments of the past flew by before his eyes. The warriors fought hard in their trance-like memories. Rivers of blood.

He found his shadow.

The butcher's knife collided with the sickle above his head. A blinding white swept through the darkness, like lightning that pierced the night sky, illuminating the sneaky ground. He didn't even need to use the magic of a shadow puppet mage to trace the shape of his shadow in his mind.

And the shadow wasn't as ...... as he needed it to be Far. Yes, he had to find a shadow that stretched farther away. In the midst of the lightning, he figured out what he was thinking.

The witch shifted her stance slightly, blocking the wildfire's next slash. She wanted to kick Teng Yunshen away from her feet, but she didn't have time to distract. In the midst of lightning, it would be a mistake to even bring up the idea.

Teng Yunshen evoked a phantom.

Embarrassed, he is still a deadly killer with an obvious threat. The determination to kill is deeply rooted in his every move. Teng Yun held his breath and cast his focus on his long shadow.

Killshadow stood up behind the wildfire.

Teng Yunshen rolled around, bypassing the behemoth in front of him. Wildfire was unimpressed. Teng Yun gave a deep push to the weight of the Killing Shadow, and then threw his thin sword, smashing it to pieces.

The phantom exploded, and the trend of change hit like a wave. The wildfire pushes the witch away and squeezes the opponent's position. He jumped out of the whirlpool of magic at the last moment.

Teng Yunshen erected a killing shadow without the wildfire noticing. However, when he threw his sword, his intentions were revealed. Wildfire couldn't tell the Phantom's explosion range in that case. However, there is no doubt that the place where the enemy stays is a safe place, which is why Teng Yunshen pushed the phantom far away.

The wildfires remained almost unscathed. He didn't become fragile under the Phantom's influence.

Teng Yunshen put his hand into the shadow of the giant. As he picked up the Witch's Shadow, he felt some bits and pieces of consciousness. He captured the witch's thoughts, and although it was only a few words, it inspired him greatly. In the past, when he touched the shadow of the other, he felt only the pain of incompatibility. Now, he is aware of the inner part of the shadows, and he is making rapid progress.

The brittle texture stained the backs of the arched wildfire.

Whew. The flaming blade split through the cold wind circulating in the freezer, burning Teng Yunshen's hair. He pushed the weight of the wildfire and slid out against the ground. The witch breathed a sigh of relief. She fired another shot. Click. The bullet popped out of the magazine, blooming with a grayish-white glow. The butcher's knife spun in the wildfire like a red cloth in the hands of a matador, and the blade of the knife sent the bullet flying into the darkness.

Teng Yunshen buried another nail in his palm.

Wildfire approaches the witch.

"You have nowhere to run. I love the fighting spirit. A woman's screams are the best kind of music. "But there must be a limit to everything." "He got used to the rhythm of the bullets, and the witch couldn't hurt him anymore. "And, believe me, you'll grow to like my ...... to you Remodel. You can't live without me. He looked at Teng Yunshen, "I can let this child go, or I can you with this child." I used to help the kids take care of their girls, and we could reminisce about the good times together. ”

Teng Yunshen threw a gravity line at the igloo behind the wildfire.