Duan Qing, who was running, then stopped with his arms blocked, and took in his eyes the bright figure of the old man who suddenly let out countless thunderbolts: "What's going on? You guys actually..."

"Can you actually destroy this thundercloud?"

In the scene where the three dynasty players who had been entangled with him were scattered and fell to the ground, Duan Qing, who lowered his arms, slowly walked to the opponent: "Yes, this thick fog is actually your thundercloud.

territory, but now...it is about to disappear."

"You, who are you?" The old magician suddenly turned around and looked at Duan Qing with a crazy face, and his eyes immediately focused on the gray magic robe: "Gray? You, are you -"

"Lin Yuan Duanshui, an alchemist."

Only a short distance away from the crackling storm shield, Duan Qing raised his right hand as if to introduce himself: "Say hello to you again, Milega Hill, and then..."

"Bye now."

He waved his arm and dropped the bottle of medicine in his hand onto the surface of the storm shield. The magic shield enveloped by countless electric currents and strong winds was quickly disintegrated under the action of the bottle of blue-gray medicine.

, and disappeared in front of Duan Qing in an instant. The wide-eyed old magician then let out an even more piercing scream, and the electric light all over his body emerged from the old body like a sea, but a touch of sword edge.

Ignoring the damage caused by those energy surges just before they exploded, they instantly pierced his vest: "...Your own blood volume seems to be lower than we thought, Mr. Hill."

"He should have been hiding here to recuperate." Looking at the electric waves that disappeared with the old man, Duan Qing smiled at the Snow Spirit Huan Bing that appeared behind him: "As long as a fatal attack judgment takes effect, for low blood pressure

It's like a death knell for him."

"You, you two..." The old man, whose eyes and mouth were bleeding, slowly knelt down in front of Duan Qing: "How could you..."

"We haven't seen each other for a long time after we said goodbye in the Free City, old guy." Duan Qing sighed and then turned his head: "If you were like Kang Weina..."

"Maybe it won't end like this."

He waved his hand at Xue Ling Huan Bing, and then walked towards the distance where the smoke had not yet dissipated. The latter then slashed through the old man's neck with a sword, sending the crazy and arrogant old head away.
Chapter completed!