The lightning mage seized the timing accurately. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, the evil wizard who was struck down by lightning immediately stood up from the ground. He didn't show any of the magic that people talked about, and his strength was the most terrible of magic.

However, Teng Yunshen was not discouraged. There was a determined fighting spirit under his palpitating expression. He knew what he had to do.

The Lightning Mage bought him time. Without hesitation, he threw his magic sword, and the final storm slammed down on the evil wizard with a mighty sound.

Teng Yunshen pushed away the lightning strike mage. A large piece of glass fell out of the evening breeze and smashed at his feet. At the same time, the evil sorcerer blocked the magic sword.

He kicked the shards of glass open, and the enemy crashed headlong into the bitter cold. He threw the gravity line again, pushing the lightning mage farther away.

The evil sorcerer took the magic sword in his hand.

Teng Yunshen fell backwards and lay down in the shadow. Bitter Winter stretched out his arms to the evil sorcerer, only to be immediately slashed to pieces by a pair of swords.

The young wizard glided through the shadows, he walked in the intertwined shadows, and the hideous shapes came to mind...... Hordes of demons crawled out from under the darkness and fearlessly faced the cruel sword. Evil sorcerers tear a bloody path through their encirclement with lightning speed.

Teng Yunshen left the shadows. He leaned down and stared at the blood beneath his feet, blood gurgling, recording his scarring. Teng Yunshen put down the fire of the sun.

The pool of blood swelled dramatically. The blood of the wizards, the blood of the demons, the blood of the harsh winter, the blood flowed like a river, and the tide rose high.

The breath of the butcher's knife was near, like a swarm of angry poisonous bees.

In a flash, Teng Yunshen found his own mirror image in the bulging bubbles. The whole world is given exaggerated shape in a small convex mirror, one mirror mirrors another, endlessly. Teng Yunshen tugged lightly, releasing a bright red hue from the deformed mirror.

The blood of the entity burst out in the air that caught it off guard, like one high-pressure waterjet after another, blowing hair and breaking hair. The sharp blood knife sliced through Teng Yunshen's body, and also cut through the evil wizard's body.

Teng Yunshen let go of the mirror mana. His shell was shattered by the barrage of arrows, but if he could summon the magic of blood, his body would regenerate in a pool of blood. And the demons and harsh winters born in his inspiration, after stripping them of their specious toxicity, their blood will also provide him with sufficient nutrients, and their blood is equal to his blood.

The evil wizard dragged his tattered body over. He grabbed Teng Yunshen's neck and lifted the fragmented body from the flooding blood. He was covered in bruises, but he was still powerful. With just one thought and some concentration, he could completely end Teng Yunshen's dying life.

Young wizards perpetuate their existence in an extremely fragile form. The thicker part of the plasma was like a rope holding a puppet, binding his ...... The silhouette kept him from becoming a loose mass.

The Lightning Strike Mage picks up his electrical rod. Teng Yunshen's blood contaminated his weapons, and he needed a little time to activate them. However, the evil wizard would not give him more time, and before the electric rod could start running, the evil wizard would kill Teng Yunshen.

The two shapeshifting mages were frightened by the shocking scene, they trembled across the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, their sharpness was completely lost, they were afraid of Teng Yunshen's blood. The ritual mage remained in the shadows, watching what happened. This team will not stop the evil wizard from killing Teng Yunshen.

However, the young wizard remembered memories that were still young.

The forest mage whispered, "There is still a lack of a primer to reproduce your wounds on my body. "The girl endured the pain and passed on the skills of the blood mage to him.

He also remembers his wounds. It's not the wound that cuts off the breath now, but the wound that runs through the heartbeat in the Shadow Kingdom.

Teng Yunshen punctured the other party's heart before the evil wizard wrenched his own neck.

He could hear the sound of blood flowing from everyone around him. He could even see the blood in their bodies. The blood mage's keen perception allowed him to capture the heart of the evil wizard in an instant. The heart is the center of blood, and the magic of blood marks a great mark on this part.

The evil sorcerer pierced his throat with his finger.

Teng Yun remembers the imagery of bloodshed. Blood gurgled and flowed, waving a feverish scent. The fighters are bleeding. Whoever is bleeding, that's a hurt. It's not good to shed your own blood, but it's not good to get used to letting others bleed. It's like nails and shards of glass in your pocket, and if you're not careful, you can hurt your own hands...... And Teng Yunshen has already suffered such damage.

Immediately afterward, he gave such an image to the blood of the evil sorcerer.

Can you imagine that your heart is beating as before, maybe a little faster, maybe a little slower, but it's always on time, just like the train that stops in front of you. Then, a handful of sharp odd shapes are pinned to your heart, and the more powerful your heartbeat is, the sharper their shape becomes.

The evil wizard let go of his hand. An iron nail came out from under his lips, it was so rusty that not even the vivid color of blood could add a light to it, and the blood-stained damage was violently corrosive. Once you become accustomed to bleeding, whether it is your own blood or the blood of others, your body and mind will not return. It is a deep-seated change that flows through every breath you take, even your steps, your shadows, become different. Darkness lingers.

Teng Yunshen pushed his body away from the evil wizard.

Electricity illuminated his eyes. He closed his eyes, and everything in his vision with clear edges was painful. He fell into the indifferent earth in an extremely dangerous posture.

In such weather, the blood clotted quickly, but it was the blood of a wizard, with a pleasant heat. The warm sea of red embraced him.

The evil wizard fell to his knees under a lightning strike. He opened his mouth and spat out a large handful of nails. The pungent smell of burnt and bloody mixed in, and the rich smell seemed to have substance in everyone's eyes.

Teng Yun took a deep breath, and such a slight movement almost tore open his lungs. His throat was exposed to the moonlight of Bai Sensen, hissing, and the situation was terrible, and it was as dangerous as leaking gas.

His mind went blank and he couldn't think. A large number of delicate organs and tissues had become useless burdens under the blood-colored cuts, and he could only survive by the magic of blood.

The evil sorcerer walked towards him.