Magician is a somewhat demonic profession, as long as the strength is enough, it is normal to live for three or five hundred years.

At the same time, it is also a group of elegant people for a lifetime. Well, don't study dark magic like undead. It can be said that there is no need for any maintenance, and the previous decades were the appearance of energetic youth. In the middle of the hundred years, he became a mature man. In the later years, he will show people the image of a knowledgeable white-bearded old man.

Strength, status, appearance, longevity...... That's pretty much what life winners are. But this is really not enviable, because the magic talent is really heaven-granted. Even those families with magician blood on their ancestors are just a little more likely than ordinary people.

Of course, no matter how elegant and noble the magician is, when his hair is scattered, his whole body is blurred with flesh and blood, and two calves have been amputated. All that's left is embarrassment, and I can't bear to look at it directly.

That's right, this young man dying on the wooden planks of the ruins is none other than Samp.

In fact, in addition to being able to cut off the space, the sealing stone itself is also very hard. Of course, this hardness is also relative, depending on what kind of blow is encountered. Needless to say, with the strength of Donn and Samp, there is no problem in breaking it. This is also the reason why Don started to attack, and Samp said that he wanted to trap him, which was really naïve.

Later, when the Flurry Blade collided head-on with the red whirlwind, the Sealing Stone could no longer hold on. And if you get to the vast, Samp will be as overwhelming as before. Naturally, Don couldn't let this happen, so he decisively detonated the red whirlwind before the room shattered......

Keen insight. Fight for your life decisively...... Frankly. It's really a move that only a madman can make. Such a narrow space. Every cent of the space was crowded with spatial blades and blood-colored blades. Regardless of which one is detonated, the trigger effect will be cascading, and there is no way for those in it to dodge, because no matter how much they dodge and move, they will encounter a dense attack.

Like Sampu, being beaten half-crippled and nearing death is already the result of the blessing of the God of Light.

......

Is it dead...... Samp didn't turn his head to look around. Of course, it doesn't make much difference between watching and not seeing. Because a deep bony scar on the face stiffly connected the two eyebrows, and also hurt the eyes. Under the blood soaking, although Shili is not completely lost, most of the scenes I see are vague. That's it, it's already considered lucky, because if the scar were to go inside, the entire skull would be removed.

Closing his eyes and sensing the spatial fluctuations, Sampu slowly exhaled turbid air and exhaled...... I guess I'm dead!

There was no movement. Samp sat up cross-legged with difficulty, and glanced vaguely at his knee-length broken legs. There was no joy or sorrow on his face, and there was an indescribable complexity. It's not meditation, and he doesn't have that state of mind right now.

After the initial shock, he now has the joy of revenge in his heart, as well as the happiness of the rest of his life, and a faint sense of accomplishment......

In fact, Sampu had a chance to break out of the house after holding up the magic shield, but he didn't do it, but chose to use magic to fight Tang En to the death. The reasons for this are complex, but the decisive one is the obsession with heads-up. He didn't have the courage to confess to Eunice before, but now he has to avoid the chance of revenge? No! He wants to prove himself to the dead Eunice, and now, he has succeeded!

"I did what I had to do...... You should be able to rest in peace. And I'm relieved......"

Tamp tilted his head, blurred vision of a blue sky, and the whispered words gradually drifted away......

After a moment, he raised his hand to wipe away the blood that had entered his eye socket again, and shook it away at will. Samp didn't care too much about his injuries, knowing that he couldn't die, so that's it. Now all he had to do was wait for Oliver to get rid of that side and come back and pick him up.

"Huh?" With a startled sound, Sampu's newly closed eyes opened again, and faintly, on the ruins dozens of meters away in front of him, an erected pitch-black object attracted his attention. I can't see it clearly, but I already have the answer in my heart.

His lips curled slightly, "Hehe, it turns out that you also came out......"

It was Eunice's dagger, which had been picked up by Don during the battle and nailed to the wall, but now it had fallen outside with the explosion.

Without hesitation, Samp leaned sideways, lay on the plank again, and then borrowed the liliang in his hand and slowly crawled there.

Samp is seriously injured now, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't have the ability to attack, if there are a few blind guys who come up to pick up the bargain, he will be properly cut down by the spatial blade without discussion. Of course, advanced magic like flying can't be cast.

This movement is naturally slow, coupled with the injuries on his body, after crawling for more than ten meters, Samp dragged out a long trail of blood behind him, paused for a moment, and stretched out his arm again...... Suddenly, his arm paused in the air, and Samp Horan looked up at the ruins ahead.

窸窸窣窣窣......

It's a very small sound, like a rat chewing something, and like an underground creature sneaking underneath. In just a few seconds, the sound became clearer......

Bang!

About a hundred meters in front of Samp, the ruins of the previous battle site exploded, and the pile of broken wood and earth was pushed aside. Immediately, one palm stretched out from the inside, lying on the broken stone on the side, and then the other arm holding the pitted dagger also stretched out, bent the arm hard, and a black-gray back mixed with blood poked out from inside. After a little look, look up daxiao,

"Wow, haha! I'm back again...... I'll rub!"

Laugh at...... Bang!

There was a scream, and the broken stones above the ruins were instantly shattered. And right next to this, the figure that had just leaned out immediately disappeared, as if it had fallen again.

"Shit!" he groaned slightly, and Samp kept his right hand in a slashing position, his face turning pale.

There were only two people fighting here, and with that familiar and harsh tone, Samp instantly confirmed that it was Donn. Just now, he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's back to shoot out the spatial blade and kill the opponent directly, but his vision was blurry, and Zuihou still hit it crookedly, missing a great opportunity.

The figure at the bottom ......of the pit fell again and turned over like an electric shock, baring his teeth for a while, and then couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

That's right, this is Donn, after detonating the red whirlwind, his body instantly erupted with blood, and he slammed into the floor of the house...... Without a magic shield and without moving, his only option was to retreat underground.

It's a good strategy. Of course, no matter how fast his body is, he is not as fast as an instantaneous attack, so he is also seriously injured. Especially on the back, a diagonal scar was pulled from the right shoulder to the left ribs, the white bone was deep, and the flesh turned out...... This attack on Don En is admitted, there is no way, it's like rushing out to play romance on a rainy day, being dripping into the rain is a normal thing, and if it doesn't hurt the vital point, it can already be snickered.

However, although it is admitted, it does not mean that Tang En is not depressed. It's not a matter of discontentment, it's the scar on his back, which turned out to be a fucking slash with his own blood-colored blade...... That's not all, when he endured the pain all over his body and the danger of fainting at any time, he dug through the pit with great difficulty, and rushed out in one fell swoop, but Nima was sent to the bottom by an attack again......

"Whew...... Whoop......"

After wheezing for about ten seconds, he finally dispersed the black clouds in front of him, and Tang En immediately raised his middle finger to the blue sky outside the pothole.

To be honest, after experiencing this kind of time-traveling, Tang En also began to believe in such things as gods, and he didn't dare to offend easily. But this definitely does not include otherworldly gods. I don't know if it's because I don't have a "local hukou". In another world. It was as if there was no god willing to cover him. That luck is really as bad as it gets......

After complaining, Tang En didn't dare to delay, bit the dagger in his mouth, and crawled away with a squeambling xiangshang face. Although he didn't see the attacker just now, he was very familiar with that attack, it was clearly a spatial blade, which meant that Sampu was not dead. If you don't get out quickly and get stuck here, you're really catching a turtle in an urn.

Fortunately, this pit has been dug through, and it is not like before when I was almost suffocated and couldn't get out. Ten seconds later, Don poked his head out at the edge of the pit. At a glance, I saw a young man sitting cross-legged a hundred meters away.

Don hadn't seen Tamp's true face, but based on the current situation, even the most stupid person could guess that this young man was Tamp. After a general look, his eyes focused on the bare knees...... With a long sigh of relief, the corners of Don's mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, no wonder...... Hehe, the results are good!

As soon as he propped up the edge of the pothole, Don jumped onto the ruins, staggered two steps, and then stabilized his figure.

Sneer, snort, sneer......

Sang Pu's eyebrows moved, his hands waved, and the formless and phaseless spatial blade instantly attacked.

Bang, bang, bang......

The ruins were hit again, and debris and debris continued to fly. Don hadn't hesitated to anticipate the attack, rolling sideways a few times and hiding under the half-cut wall beside the ruins.

When he got here, Don first took a few quick breaths of air, and forced the pain all over his body. Then he frowned, frowned and thought for a while, and shouted outside, "Are you blind?"

Well, it's really not schadenfreude, it's not swearing. Well, at least not all. There are also questions about Donn's many attacks when he dodged just now.

After a moment, Samp's voice came: "Are you injured?"

"Hehe, it's not as heavy as you, the great magician with a broken leg...... Oh, and by the way, you can fly, and you don't need legs at all!"

"Yes...... But it's enough to kill you...... Die!"

Rumble......

With a loud bang, half of the wall was instantly pierced by a powerful air current, crushing into slag.

Not being able to see doesn't mean you can't hear and distinguish your position, and for bounty hunters with extremely rich combat experience, this is really a trivial means.

"Hehe, it's really treacherous enough...... Well, wouldn't it be blind to me, would you? you want me to let down my guard and get closer, and then strike a blow?"

Samp didn't have a frustrated expression, but he didn't continue to attack, and said lightly: "Let's try it, won't you?"

"Okay. ”

............ (To be continued......)