Chapter 297 The Miserable Survivor

Magician is a somewhat evil profession. As long as you are strong enough, it is normal to live for three to five hundred years.

At the same time, this is also a group that lives an elegant life. Well, the premise is not to study black magic such as undead. It can be said that it does not require any maintenance. It has looked like a vigorous and youthful person for the past few decades. In the intervening hundred years, he became a mature man. Later in life, he will appear as a knowledgeable old man with a white beard.

Strength, status, appearance, long life...it's all there! This is generally the case for winners in life. But this is really something I can't envy, because magic talent is really a gift from heaven. Even those families with magician blood in their ancestors only have a slightly higher chance than ordinary people.

Of course, no matter how elegant and noble the magician is, when his hair is disheveled, his body is bloody, and his two calves have been amputated. All that was left was the embarrassment, which he couldn't bear to look at.

Yes, this young man dying on the ruins of a wooden board is none other than Samp.

In addition to being able to cut off space, the sealing stone itself is also very hard. Of course, this hardness is also relative, it depends on what kind of blow you encounter. Needless to say, with the strength of Twain and Samp, there would be no problem in breaking it. This was also the reason why Tang En started attacking and why Samp was so naive when he said he wanted to trap him.

Later, when the flurry of flying blades collided head-on with the red whirlwind, Fengjian Shi could no longer hold on. And if they go to a vast place, Samp will have an overwhelming advantage like before. Of course Tang En couldn't let this happen, so he decisively detonated the red whirlwind before the room shattered...

Keen insight, decisiveness and risk-taking... To be honest, this is really something only a madman can do. Every inch of such a narrow space is crowded with space blades and bloody blades. No matter which one detonates, the triggering effect will be chain-like. People inside have no way to escape, because no matter how they move around, they will encounter intensive attacks.

Like Samp, being beaten to a semi-crippling condition and close to death is already the result of the blessing of the God of Light.

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Are you dead... Samp didn't turn around to look around. Of course, it didn't make much difference whether he looked or not. Because a deep visible bone scar on the forehead connected the two eyebrows together, and also hurt the eyes. Stained with blood, although his vision was not completely lost, most of what he saw were blurry scenes. Even this was considered lucky, because if the scar went deeper, the entire skull would be ripped off.

Closing his eyes and sensing a burst of space fluctuations, Samp slowly exhaled turbid air, exhaling... He must be dead!

Without moving, Samp sat up cross-legged with difficulty, and vaguely glanced at his broken legs at knee level. The expression on his face was neither happy nor sad, and was indescribably complicated. This posture is not meditation, and he is not in that state of mind now.

After the initial shock, he now felt both the joy of getting revenge, the joy of surviving the disaster, and, yes, a faint sense of accomplishment...

In fact, Samp had a chance to break out of the house after holding up the magic shield, but he did not do so in the end. Instead, he chose to use magic to fight Tang En to the death. The reasons for this are complicated, but the decisive one is the obsession with dueling. I didn’t have the courage to confess my love to Eunice before, so why should I avoid the opportunity of revenge now? no way! He wanted to prove himself to the dead Eunice, and now, he succeeded!

"I've done everything I need to do... You should be able to rest in peace. And I, too, can feel at ease..."

Samp raised his head, with a blurry vision of a blue sky, and the words he murmured in a low voice gradually drifted away...

After a moment, he raised his hand to wipe away the blood that had entered his eyes again, and shook it away casually. Samp didn't pay too much attention to his injuries. He knew he wouldn't die, so that was fine. Now he just needs to wait for Oliver to finish over there and come back to pick him up.

"Huh?" With a cry of surprise, Samp's newly closed eyes opened again. Faintly, on the ruins dozens of meters away in front of him, an upright dark object attracted his attention. Although I can't see clearly, I already have the answer in my heart.

His lips curled up slightly, "Haha, it turns out you're out too..."

That was Eunice's dagger, which was thrown away by Tang En during the battle and nailed to the wall. Unexpectedly, it now fell outside with the explosion.

Without hesitation, Samp leaned over and lay down on the wooden board again, and then slowly crawled there with the help of his hands.

Samp is now seriously injured, but it does not mean that he has no offensive ability. If a few blind guys come to take advantage now, they will be cut in half by the space blade without any discussion. Of course, advanced magic such as flying cannot be used.

Such movements were naturally slow, coupled with the injuries on his body, after crawling for more than ten meters, a long blood trail was dragged behind Samp. He paused for a moment and stretched out his arm again...Suddenly, his arm paused in the air, and Samp suddenly panicked. He raised his head and looked at the ruins ahead.

Rustling, rustling...

The very thin sound sounds like rats chewing something or underground creatures sneaking below. Within a few seconds, the sound became clearer and clearer...

boom!

About a hundred meters in front of Samp, where the previous battle was, the ruins suddenly exploded, and piles of broken wood and soil were pushed aside. Immediately, a palm stretched out from inside and lay on the broken stone on the side. Then, the other arm holding the pitted dagger also stretched out. He bent his arm and exerted force. A black and gray figure with blood stains peeked out from inside. out. After looking at it for a moment, he threw his head back and laughed.

"Wow haha! I, Hu Hansan, am back again... I'll wipe it!"

Tsk...bang!

There was a scream, and the broken rocks on the ruins were instantly shattered. And right next to it, the figure that had just emerged disappeared immediately, as if it had fallen again.

"Shit!" Samp groaned slightly, maintaining the slashing posture with his right hand, his face ashen.

There were only two people fighting here, and with the familiar yet harsh tone, Samp instantly confirmed that it was Tang En. Just now, he wanted to take advantage of the opponent's back to hit the opponent directly with the Space Blade, but his vision was blurred, and in the end he missed the perfect opportunity.

"Nah..." The figure who fell to the bottom of the pothole again turned over as if he was electrocuted. He bared his teeth for a while, and then couldn't help but swore.

Yes, this was Tang En. After detonating the red whirlwind, his whole body instantly erupted with blood and he hit the ground of the house... Without a magic shield and unable to move, his only option was to escape underground.

This strategy is still good. Of course, no matter how fast his movements were, he couldn't be as fast as an attack that came in an instant, so he was also seriously injured. Especially on the back, there was an oblique scar stretching from the right shoulder to the left rib. The bones were deep and the flesh and blood were turned out... This attack meant that Tang En had admitted defeat. There was no other way. It was like rushing out to have a romantic relationship on a rainy day. It's a normal thing to be hit by rainwater. If it doesn't hurt your vitals, you can already laugh about it.

However, although he admitted defeat, it did not mean that Tang En was not depressed. This is not a matter of being dissatisfied, but that the scar on his back was actually cut by his bloody blade... That's not all. When he endured the pain all over his body and the danger of fainting at any time, Qian Xin After digging through the hole with great pains, and rushing out in one fell swoop, he was unexpectedly sent to the bottom by another attack...

"Huchi...huchi..."

After breathing for about ten seconds, the dark clouds in front of his eyes finally dispersed. Tang En immediately raised his middle finger to the blue sky outside the pit.

To be honest, after experiencing time travel, Tang En began to believe in things like gods, and he did not dare to offend easily. But this definitely does not include gods from other worlds. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have a “local household registration”. In another world. It was as if no god was willing to protect him. That luck really depends on how bad it is...

After complaining, Tang En did not dare to delay, bit the dagger in his mouth, and climbed up with a squeak. Although he didn't see the attacker just now, he was very familiar with that attack. It was clearly the Space Blade, which meant that Samp was not dead. If you don't get out quickly and get stuck here, you will really be catching a turtle in a jar.

Fortunately, the hole has been dug out, unlike before when I was almost suffocated to death and couldn't get out. Ten seconds later, Tang En poked his head out from the edge of the pothole. At a glance, he saw a young man sitting cross-legged a hundred meters away.

Tang En has never seen Samp's true face, but based on the current situation, no matter how stupid he is, he can guess that this young man is Samp. After taking a rough look, his eyes focused on the bare knees... He breathed a long sigh of relief, and Tang En couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. No wonder... Haha, the results are good!

Holding the edge of the hole, Tang En jumped onto the ruins, staggered two steps, and then stabilized his body.

Chi, chi, chi...

Samp's eyebrows moved, and he waved his hands continuously, and the invisible space blade struck instantly.

Bang, bang, bang...

The pile of rubble was hit again, and debris continued to fly. Tang En had expected this attack and without any hesitation, he rolled sideways a few times and hid under the half-cut wall next to the ruins.

When he arrived here, Tang En took a few quick breaths and suppressed the pain all over his body. Then he frowned in surprise, frowned and thought for a while, then looked out and shouted: "Are you blind?"

Well, this is really not about schadenfreude or name-calling. Well, at least not all of them. There is also Tang En's doubts about the deflection of many attacks when he was dodging just now.

After a pause of attack, Samp's voice came: "Are you injured?"

"Haha, it's not as heavy as you, the great magician with broken legs... Oh, by the way, you can still fly, you don't need any legs at all!"

"That's right...but killing you is enough...die!"

boom……

Amidst the loud noise, half of the wall was instantly penetrated by the powerful airflow and crushed into slag.

Being invisible doesn't mean that you can't hear the sound and identify the location. For a bounty hunter with extremely rich combat experience, this is really a trivial means.

"Haha, you are really treacherous... Well, Blind Eye is not tricking me, is he? Do you want me to let down my guard and approach, and then strike violently?" Similarly, Tang En also knew about this little trick, so naturally he didn't Will fall easily.

Samp didn't have any frustrated expression, but he didn't continue to attack. He said calmly: "Let's try it and we'll know?"

"OK."

…………(To be continued.)