The cold light flew up, with a condensed whistling sound, and flew in front of the fairy mage. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info he kicked twice in a row, kicked down Teng Yunshen, but his neck was almost cut off by the other party, fighting to lose both, it was the moment of anger, he avoided it a little slowly, the dart grazed his back, and he dug a bloody hole in the moment when he was too fast to blink.

Zhao He breathed a sigh of relief: "Sure enough, ......"

The darts captured by Teng Yunshen have a peculiar combination of secret texts, and the farther they fly, the higher the accuracy and the greater the power.

The head in the box is worthy of being the elite of the Dragon of Mistime, and in just a few glances, he can see the power of it, and after he reminded him, Zhao He understood the use of darts.

The witch finally came to her senses.

Not only her, but even the team leader who sheltered her was also suppressed by Teng Yunshen. She was so frightened that she couldn't move. The whole process lasted only a few seconds. However, on a rapidly changing battlefield, a few insignificant seconds are deadly enough.

Teng Yunshen once again changed the nature of his magic.

He erected a blood-colored mist, turned into a torrent of rain, and turned into a silent killing machine, cutting through the wound on the elf mage's chest.

"Oh no!" the latter was shocked.

Teng Yunshen, who is running the momentum of flowing water, has shown a cultivation that is faintly on par with him, or even exceeding, the situation is declining, and then in the next city, even if the fairy mage has been in battle for a long time, he can't help but feel heavy.

"Let go!" Teng Yunshen revealed his true form, and at the same time swung his elbow and struck the elf mage's sword-wielding hand, forcing him to throw away the magic sword.

The witch throws a line of gravity.

Teng Yunshen had no intention of holding on to it, and when the magic sword was raised, he walked with the sword light, like stepping on the snow in the river when spring came, dissolving under the torrential rain, but it was a warm wind that flowed towards the witch who was trying to grab the magic sword.

The goblin mage yelled, "Be careful!"

The witch did not dare to use her hand to catch the magic sword.

Although she really didn't want to believe that Teng Yunshen would be more terrible than the disaster she had redefined after her defeat, she was not so naïve as to think that the water droplets adsorbed on the blade of the sword were just harmless droplets, and there was no mystery hidden in them.

The witch let out a scream.

At this moment, she was not screaming to tell others how scared she was. Colorful flowers scrambled out of her mouth and screamed with her. Huge drops of dew fell, creating an invisible wall to block the rain.

The dart returned to Zhao He's hands. He aimed at the elven mage again. For a throwing weapon, the target appears to be outside of effective range. However, the authority of the demon spirit is miraculous and extraordinary. Zhao He stared at the fairy mage, like a billiards player looking at the cue ball placed in front of the cue club......

The elven mage's heart snapped. Teng Yunshen really seemed to have completely disappeared as it seemed. Killing the secret cloth, covering the sky and the sun, but he could not see clearly where the enemy was hiding.

Zhao He threw a dart.

The elven mage knew full well that avoiding the darts would expose him to a fatal flaw, but anything else would only put him in a worse position.

He narrowly avoided the darts.

Teng Yunshen really came from behind the rain curtain.

The goblin mage raised his arms, ready to parry the opponent's attack. Teng Yunshen swung the magic sword, neither fast nor slow, and actually cut his throat at once. At the end of the day, the fairy mage realized that all his struggles were destined to be in vain. It was as if he had fallen into a dream that was repeated, and the arms that had been raised before blinking were still hanging down in place after blinking, his hands empty.

The elf mage shakily backed a few steps with his eyes open in disbelief.

Teng Yunshen snatched his blood, thus obscuring his own qi, causing his senses to become confused, unable to lock onto the other party. The second sword of death was to pick him out of the darts when he was distracted, and to separate his consciousness from his body, so just an understatement of the sword made him behead in a different place.

In the final analysis, Teng Yunshen is more proficient in the use of blood magic than water potential magic, and as a blood mage, he is not weaker than a master whose mana level has reached the sixth order. After repeated miscalculations, it was only natural that the fairy mage was defeated in the hands of Teng Yunshen.

The witch tore open the dew that protected her. The rain was pouring down, and she couldn't see the scene in front of her clearly, coupled with Teng Yunshen's still holding the blood of the fairy mage, which made her mistakenly think that the situation had turned around. The witch raised her superb cultivation and pounced towards Teng Yunshen.

It's a pity that the fairy mage couldn't cooperate with her actions and attacked Teng Yunshen together.

Menacing, Teng Yunshen only had one arm left, blocked a few times, and immediately felt clumsy.

Although he knocked down one person, he seemed to have the upper hand, but in terms of skill, he was inferior to the other party after all, if he was entangled for a long time and accidentally took a few punches, he would probably lose his life...... Therefore, he has no room to spare his hand.

Teng Yunshen broke into the eye of the storm. The witch's attack immediately lost its threat and turned into a pleasing flower fist and embroidered legs. She didn't realize it. Of course, Teng Yunshen can't stay in the eye of the storm all the time. The witch's level was two orders higher than him, and even with the magic sword in hand, she couldn't bridge the gap between the two. What it offers is merely an opportunity.

The witch notices that something is not quite right with her companion. She hesitated.

Teng Yunshen swung his sword, splitting the witch's stunned expression with an impeccable movement. Immediately afterward, the witch's hard kick inevitably kicked him on the waist.

......

The spell flew aimlessly over the trench. They carry cold flames, like physical calamities, dancing for destruction.

The Blood Mage curled up motionless in the narrow gap. She seems to be patient. This is incompatible with her deviant image, but she is a woman with two different faces, and it is not easy to see through her essence.

Large expanses of dust floated into the air, like bad weather, creating a perfect environment for the killers with bad intentions.

A series of footsteps approached.

"Come out!" shouted the Black Sword Society wizard tremblingly, "you can't escape. ”

They were terrified by her. They bluff, but they can't hide their weak hearts.

Of course, this doesn't mean that blood mages can pick them up without much effort. There are many people on the other side, and there are even masters who have mastered the spell, and they still have the advantage on the surface.

A clear voice said, "Today, the White Moon Protector is here, and you are not allowed to be presumptuous. ”

The Blood Mage almost bit his tongue.