Chapter 132

The little sickle weasel was soon turned into a mass of ashes by the cyan fire.

These little hands don't work. In front of Peter, there is only one way left, that is to defeat Andre and get rid of the traitor for heita.

The wound on his shoulder reminds Peter all the time that he is not in good shape now. If Andre wants to fight a war of attrition with himself, then Peter is probably not the opponent.

But Andre doesn't seem to want to fight a war of attrition with himself.

Andre's hands lit two blue flames again. Without hesitation or hesitation, he threw the two flames at Peter. As long as they touched a little, Peter could never get rid of the soul fire.

Peter's body dispersed in the air, he turned into a thick black smoke, in which sickle weasels kept flying out.

Of all the sickle weasels, only one is Peter.

Andre is afraid of Peter's escape, and the fire of soul in his hand is constantly thrown out. All the flying sickle weasels are shot down by him one by one. Although he was also the apprentice of the wizard king, it was very difficult to manipulate the bloodthirsty sickle weasel. Among the 11 apprentices, only John could master this skill except the strongest Peter.

Under Andre's attack, the scattered sickle weasels only turned into ashes, while the soul fires that failed to hit the sickle weasels fell to the ground and burned on the concrete floor.

Dashan and his younger brother were in a panic, but they did not dare to escape. Andre would not forgive the deserters - besides, they were just a group of ordinary people like ants.

Some of the unlucky little brothers were hit by the blue flame, and they didn't even have time to howl. They immediately lost their lives and turned into ashes.

At last, the sickle weasel flew high in the air. Then, the sickle weasel became a human. It was Peter.

The huge black wings open from Peter's back. He opens his mouth, and his teeth become dense rows of fangs. His body has been sickened.

At the same time, the wound on his shoulder was covered with black tentacles.

Andre's face showed a dignified expression, he knew Peter was very strong, so when he received Peter's help signal, Andre realized that the best time had come. He specially chose the time when Peter was about to return to the stronghold to attack him, because Andre thought that Peter should be the most relaxed at this time.

But he underestimated Peter's vigilance.

Now it seems that he underestimated Peter's strength.

Peter's body exudes a lot of evil spirit, now he is not only a wizard, but also a terrible beast.

Andre had never heard of such witchcraft.

In the air, the sickle weasel swoops down at high speed towards Andre on the ground. Peter's limbs have become sharp claws. These claws are like steel knives, ready to pierce Andre's body at any time.

Andre didn't dodge because he knew that no matter how fast he dodged, he couldn't avoid this attack. The speed of sickle weasel may not be too fast among other animals, but it is much better than that of human beings.

A blue flame wrapped Andre's body like a cloak.

This is Andre's response, if Peter recklessly attacks himself, then the blue soul fire will burn him to death.

Without any hesitation, Peter, who has turned into a human sickle weasel, hit Andre heavily, and his claws pierced through the blue flame, tearing Andre's chest heavily.

Andre didn't expect that the other side would attack in such a desperate way. He was overwhelmed by Peter. The claws on Peter's limbs penetrated his body, and then he rowed hard to make gullies in his flesh and blood.

Peter tore Andre's body frantically, vowing to tear him to pieces. And those blue flames also climbed up Peter's body, burning his body and soul.

Peter already felt that he wanted to give up his life, but Andre didn't.

A large number of cyan flames burst out from Andre's body, and the powerful impact force vibrated Peter who stepped on his body.

Nevertheless, Peter has left enough and deep scars on Andre's body, almost every one of which is fatal.

The cyan flame is burning Peter's body and spreading on Andre's body at the same time - the fire of soul is repairing Andre's injury.

Peter won't give Andre a chance to breathe. It's like a golden cicada falling out of its shell. Peter's body has a crack in the middle. He took off the sickle weasel shell, and the naked human body came out of the burning shell.

The purple magic energy gathered in Peter's hand and became the shape of a sword.

Naked and armed with a sharp sword, Peter walks towards Andre, who is lying on the ground recovering from his injury.

It's Peter who won this fight.

Even if Andre killed Simon himself and captured Simon's magic energy, even if Peter was seriously injured before the war, the loss was not small. There is still a gap between the two.This is Peter, the head of the eleven, the man most likely to become the seventh wizard king.

Peter came to Andre, the blue fire of the soul is quickly repairing Andre's body, but before Peter left the injury is too heavy, now Andre can't resist.

Peter raised his sword high in his hand without any superfluous words. He wanted to get rid of the scum for heita.

"Bang!" There was a shot.

A bullet went into Peter's chest. Peter's body shook and he looked at the shooter. It was the big man called Dashan, who was still aiming at himself with a smoky pistol.

"Bang!" Another shot.

Peter's body shakes again, just shed his shell, it is the most vulnerable moment of his body, unable to withstand the impact of bullets. There were two blood holes in his white body.

"Bang!" A third shot was fired.

Peter couldn't hold on any longer. His sword dissipated and his body fell to the ground. Nine boa constrictors failed to kill him, the hunting team composed of people in black failed to kill him, and Andre, the traitor of the black tower, failed to kill him. He died in the hands of an ordinary mortal.

Peter fell to the ground and his body was twitching. It was the magic energy leaving his body. Blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked up at the sky, eyes gradually become lax.

There was no resentment. He didn't resent the people who hurt him. There was a humble hope in his pupils that didn't match his identity.

If you can, don't be a wizard in the next life. Let me be a tea farmer.

The fields are full of songs, and the farmlands are full of burdens.

Peter's head tilted feebly to one side.

Andre stood up from the ground, his body is still wrapped in the green flame, these flames are stitching, repairing his body.

He stood in front of Peter and put out his hand.

The magic energy that escaped from Peter's body gathered in his palm.