The witch drank the blood of poison and vitality. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Normally, it would burn her throat or even her entire body, but she was willing to do it.

The answer is clear, witches are blood banks for blood mages. The answer to this mystery is not difficult to guess, but Teng Yunshen has never asked this question to himself. He is still inexperienced. The lightning mage may have noticed it, but between the rabbits and the eagles, they had no room for communication.

In Teng Yun's deep impression, there was a tendency between the blood mage and the blood bank to be similar to the relationship between master and servant, the blood mage was the master, and the blood bank was the servant. However, it may not be surprising if the two positions are reversed. After all, Teng Yunshen's understanding of the supernatural world was only what he had seen and heard in the past two days.

The witch came to life, alive. The destructive power of the magic sword is amazing, but the damage it does is more physical. And once the witch recovered, it wasn't too difficult to repair the body that was on the verge of falling apart.

Teng Yunshen left the world of shadows. The witch's focus has made his speed no longer blessed by the dark time, and it is meaningless to continue to stay in the kingdom of shadows. The first priority is to eradicate the wizards who provide blood magic......

Crackling. Frightened and angry, the lightning struck and rushed towards the Blood Mage. The witch raised her puppet-like body to block it. Bang! Thunder exploded in the blood mage's waist, blowing the body in two.

The witch didn't care, she didn't care about the life and death of the blood mage. All she needs is his blood.

Teng Yunshen followed the heel of the lightning and crashed into the blood-colored light smoke, and the fog spread again, disturbing his senses. It's just the most basic trick, but it works. The witch stabbed him with a quick sword, forcing him to pause.

The Shadow of Fear was gone, and he had to brace himself to deal with the attack, but luckily, in the tense atmosphere, his sleepiness had vanished.

The witch stabbed again, her speed getting faster and faster, or rather, she was reclaiming the speed of the past. Her tricks are straightforward, and the angles are not tricky, but they are still unguardable.

Teng Yun thought of lightning deeply. He can associate the witch's swordsmanship with it. However, it is absolutely very stupid to turn the enemy's offensive into lightning.

He slowed his anxious pace. Going around the witch in circles and looking for flaws is simply half the effort. The witch's brilliant swordsmanship is not leaky. He should play to his strengths and avoid weaknesses and try to use his strengths as much as possible.

He was so anxious that he was worried about the situation on the other side of the mysterious route, so anxious that it backfired. He had only just become acquainted with the forest mage, and an hour before, they had neither known anything about each other, and they were far from a deep friendship. However, he didn't want anyone to die in his place without explanation, even to save strangers he didn't know, he would do his best.

Teng Yunshen returned to the eye of the storm. The vicious rapier was imminent, shimmering like a silverfish leaping out of a lake at noon. Teng Yunshen lightly blocked the sword, and then flipped the blade of the sword, ready to slash the witch's neck—but his opponent retreated beyond the shadow of the sword, leaving him with a whip that could not be reached.

The witch's steps are like a fluttering butterfly, elusive. Teng Yunshen tried to transform it into a harmless image...... However, inspiration does not come and go at once. The movement of picking up the fallen flowers from the flowing water is not much different from the movement of the witch collecting her sword, and her steps and dancing are similar to the lightness. The witch didn't have a pair of colorful wings on her ankles, and Teng Yunshen needed more details.

He dodged another sharp stab.

The Witch's Sword Path is...... is narrow, but inch by inch squeezes his room to cover left and right. The witch readjusted her speed to adjust to the pressure of the magic sword. The Blood Mage lay half-dead at her feet, but wrapped the cloud of blood around her. She is a blood bank, and in the shadow of blood magic, she is a most terrifying weapon of all.

Moonlight is like water. Teng Yunshen stared at the empty air. The thin sword grazed past his ear, splattering with blood. The moonlight is like a wash. The rain washed down and washed away the blood-colored clouds.

The whole world is packed in a slightly bumpy fish tank.

The witch stabbed her sword unhurriedly, and the tip of the sword was intercepted only twenty centimeters away from Teng Yunshen's neck. The witch took a few steps back nonchalantly. A shadow stood up with an invisible rope ladder and stopped between the two.

Without hesitation, Teng Yunshen swung his sword and slashed at the phantom that had not yet become three-dimensional.

He wasn't worried about the consequences of detonating the Phantom. The magic of the Shadow of Slaughter and the Shadow of Chaos would put him in danger, but at such close range, the witch was also in danger.

Teng Yunshen didn't care about adopting the tactics of losing both sides, the heavy rain was like a pour, diluting the irreplaceable precious blood of the blood mage, and the witch left the barrier of blood, even if she had the amazing self-recovery ability of the blood bank, she might not be able to compete with Teng Yunshen's regenerative magic from the knight in a foreign land.

What he really had to worry about was that the witch would wear the phantom on his body. The variations of the Phantom are endless.

The magic sword made a murderous splash. The charm staggers like a drunken drunkard, and seems to be inescapable. It's just that the shadow puppet mage "inflates" the phantom almost as fast as it does with a needle to deflate a balloon. The Phantom stood firm at the last moment, avoiding Teng Yunshen's sword.

It weighs less than the footsteps of a shadow puppeteer. The shadow puppet mage pulls it with delicate concentration. It walked leisurely and escaped from under Teng Yunshen's sword. This may be the true meaning of shadow magic, where wizards not only give the shadow personality, but also dexterity. It is no longer a dark and chaotic creation, but a character with living characteristics. The edges of its silhouette are still hazy, but they are wrapped around brilliant ...... Aurora. The shadow puppet mage drives it like an arm.

The witch walked over to her shadow, and with a tug, she put on a lightweight phantom in the middle of nowhere. The Phantom with its incredible magic protects her, and she protects the Phantom from the threat of extinction. The continuity of the entity and the shadow is tightly glued.

Teng Yun sniffed the scent of the phantom deeply, and it was not filled with any emotion that he was familiar with. Teng Yunshen pushed the storm towards a magnificent witch.

Click. The thin sword pierced straight through the gap of the storm and sank into Teng Yunshen's heart.