The Eight Magical Techniques Integrate into the Spells and Return to Battle

Xia Youjie's eyes were wide, his pupils were earthquaked, and he looked at Fuhei Shier, who was covered in blood in front of him, his eyes were full of disbelief, and then he fell to the ground with a bang, coughing up blood in his mouth, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the knife wound, instantly staining the high autocracy uniform.

After Fuhei's blow succeeded, a sense of weakness spread throughout his body, and his figure couldn't help but shake a little, and he had to barely finish standing with the Soul Breaking Knife.

The ground under his feet was dyed red, and Fuheihir frowned, looking down at the wound on his left arm, which was originally only dripping blood, but now the blood was flowing like money.

The blow just now made the blood he stopped flow again.

Fuheshir opened his mouth, a small ball fell to the ground, and the spell slowly expanded, and finally climbed on him.

He inserted the soul-breaking knife into the ground, then pulled out the Wanli lock, wrapped it around the wound in his left hand, and with his right hand, he tightened it fiercely, and the blood flow gradually decreased until it stopped.

Feeling the sharp pain coming from his whole body, Fuheishir knew that he was still alive, and he had just walked through the ghost gate, and when he thought of Han Han's crazy behavior just now, his heart palpitated.

After treating the wound, Fuheishir walked slowly to Xia Youjie with a knife and looked at him condescendingly.

It seemed to see the consternation in Xia Youjie's eyes, and he grinned and laughed viciously: "It's a pity, I didn't expect it to be me."

"Why.... Why are you still alive? Xia Youjie's intermittent and faint voice reached Fuhei's ears.

"Why?" Fuheishir raised his mutilated left arm, "Isn't that obvious." When

Han Han wrapped the golden light around him and the black hole appeared, he thought about how to cut it off.

But from the previous battle, he knew that these golden light defenses were extremely high, and it would be impossible to cut them off for a while, and Han Han would be even more difficult to kill.

So at the critical moment, Fuheishir also came up with an equally crazy idea, "In that case, directly cut off the part entangled by golden light." Fuhei

Shier took You Yun back, took out the Soul Breaking Knife, raised and fell, cut off his left hand, and at the same time kicked Han Han Han, ignoring his stunned gaze, and ran straight to the periphery.

He stared straight ahead, silently saying, "Hurry, hurry up." The

next second, a powerful pressure descended on him.

It's just that the cyclops curse spirit shrouded too widely, and it failed to completely escape, and the whole body was hit hard.

Xia Youjie looked at the left arm, and his heart was clear, just looking up calmly, there was no fear before death in his eyes, only endless sadness.

Fuhei Shier teased: "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"You should be glad that you are a sorcerer, and I left you with your life."

"If it's a Shikami envoy, kill it directly. But after all, it is a spell exercise, if you die, if the spell spirit you absorb appears to run away.

"With my current physical condition, I don't dare to cause any trouble."

"You received the favor from your parents, but you who received the favor lost to me, a 'monkey' who doesn't even have spells."

Xia Youjie closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and his body trembled continuously.

As soon as the words fell, Fuhei Shier was stunned, and a picture flashed in his mind, a black-haired boy turned to look at him, his eyes full of expectation and reluctance.

"Oh, Mei... I still gave his name.

It's just that the two didn't pay attention, there was a figure in the center of the pit, covered in dust and blood became the main color, and long hair was scattered around at random.