Versatile Mage

"My name is Mo Fan. Can you die as you wish?" Mo Fan was approaching in an instant.

This time Mo Fan used the momentary movement, and it appeared in front of the Count of the Vampires of Sion.

However, the air brought by Mo Fan was reversed by the order of chaotic magic. The count and speed of the Count Sion was quite fast. When it was to be moved sideways, it was immediately floated into the air by a magical force.

The gravity is reversed and the body of Sion is soaring.

"Heavenly Fire!"

The huge map of the skyfire appears at the foot of Mofan, and the red and thick flames depict a lava gate!

The demon door and the Eight Diagrams opened, and the bottom of the crust was opened. The slurry under the crust was sprayed directly into the giant well, forming a shocking and horrible slurry column, which slammed into the floating Earl of Xi'an.

The Earl of Sion was bathed in a hot, hot solution, and it took a long time to burn the corpse.

The black lacquered charcoal corpse fell back on the road, and the road surface was torn apart.

Mo Fan took a sigh of relief, using a few magics in a short period of time is like a person holding his breath, and needs some adjustment.

Only, on the street, the corpse has climbed up.

He stood up and could see the two holes under the nose shrinking fiercely.

Suddenly, more red gas is injected into him, like thousands of thin streams are gathering in one place.

The corpse was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, his black lacquered blood clots began to fill, and the invisible skin re-grows out.

The flame on his body has not dissipated, but he is already intact. The speed of recovery, how many times he has surpassed the healing magic, is amazing!

"So come back so soon??" Mo Fan knows that the blood family has self-healing blood, but the old guy's self-healing speed is too fast, and he has not finished his breath!

"I am letting you remember my name, idiot!!" Sion snarled.

He is the **** of death. The **** of death does not care about the name of the mortal, but the name of the **** of death must be remembered. After thousands of years, as long as he is quoted in the name of his name, the mortal will surrender and give his own blood!

"A group of ruined blood is too far from the past." Xi An raised his arms high.

While talking about the unpalatable, but eager to grab, Mo Fan has not seen such a villain for a long time!

"If it was in that era, you didn't even have the qualifications in front of me, let alone let me personally send you to bury!" Xi'an said non-stop, it seems that even if he is here to deal with Mo Fan, it is a dirty live.

Mo Fan's breath has been adjusted.

"After living for a thousand years, it is still the appearance of this sewer. The bed bug is a bed bug. If you live for a long time, you can't become a real dragon. Do you understand?" Mo Fan said to the vampire who said this.

Sure enough, any little disrespect can make this millennium vampire angry.

Especially Mo Fan is so sharp!

"How can you know the human beings of this inferior group, and the dragon is in our eyes is just a huge lizard!" Xi An's ghostly fluttering.

Mofan dark veins began to surge, especially the skin on the back of the spine, a cold.

He turned his head and found that the Earl of Vampire Sion did not know when it appeared behind him. The pointed fangs were exposed to the air, as long as fingers, as thin as a needle!

Mofan did not hesitate to punch, the air and the fist rubbed a fierce spark, and the bright red fist marks smashed into the vampire count Sion.

Xi An made a sneer, and his body was eccentrically removed. Like a model walking the runway show, he turned his back to Mo Fan and said to himself:

“I used to have a vast land, and only a beautiful and pure girl is my drink.”

"But very soon, such an era will come again, and the darkness will eventually be in charge of this place. We will be dark and will become your master!"

Mofan had lightning release in his hand, and hundreds of arcs were twisted together, and the scorpion slammed into the Count of Sion.

The thunder is full, and the breath of Jiaozuo is wide open.

The Count of Sion was still talking about his words, in a very contemptuous tone.

However, this voice passed from the other side of Mo Fan.

The former Earl of Sion, who had turned his back to himself, turned into a black gas that dissipated in those strong arcs.

On the side of Mofan, the Count of Sion was only about ten meters. He paced and used words to stimulate Mo Fan and teased Mo Fan.

Mo Fan did not feel impatient for this.

He carefully observed the Count of Sion.

The way this vampire moves is quite strange.

Is there a few shadows, or a quick conversion like a shadow.

The shadow can be traced, unlike the momentary movement, it appears in another position out of thin air.

Mo Fan has some unclear what kind of tricks this guy is using, and he is no longer so anxious to shoot.

"Who is this, use Destructive Magic here, please show your license immediately, or we will execute the arrest."

When Mofan was working with Xi'an, several people dressed in urban hunters were asked loudly at the street.

There is a middle-aged man at the street.

Above the building, there is a female magician in the wind system.

There are also three city hunters who have come in from several other directions.

"You go back, don't get close!" Mo Fan frowned.

The efficiency of the city's safari team is also quite high, so rushed to the scene so soon.

"What a joke, we are city hunters, the guardians of the city, it is you who are farther away." In the air, the female wind is the Master.

The female wind master has a wing magic, she is wearing a pair of water blue wings, condescending, the voice with a bit of pride and arrogance!

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a strange laughter came from the female mage.

The female mage has not paid too much attention, and suddenly an old face is on her neck.

When she reacted, the vampire Sion opened her neck and the blood spilled out like watermelon juice.

"Mom, a little bit of hunting demon team common sense can't do it!" Mo Fan sighed.

The person of Mofan is of course the female mage.

I thought that there was a winged magical tool that made it impossible for the thief to fly into the dangerous area.

Mo Fan himself has been a city hunting demon team.

When the safari team encounters the situation, the first thing to do is to do the level assessment first.

If the emergency is not handled by its own strength, it must immediately notify the Southern Wing Master to let the more powerful group handle it.

Mo Fan has already scorned them far away, who knows that the female mage flies up and delivers!

"Zhou Wei!"

The young man on the roof of the building screamed with excitement and anger, and was about to rush into the air to save the female mage named Zhou Wei.

"Want to die, there is no super-order to roll away!"

Mo Fan, who was on the ground, didn't know when it was moving to the young man in a moment. He took the young man who was going to die.

"Super... super-order??" The youth heard a little stupid.