Night fell suddenly, like a curtain falling at the height of the atmosphere, enveloping the stunned fairy mage. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maggie inspired Teng Yunshen.

She dismantled the ranks of the Black Sword Society, placing them in the company of monsters known as the Night, and then killed each other and died an unknown death.

The fairy mage came alone and alone, and did not have the complicity for Teng Yunshen's poetic squandering, however, the connection between late night and evil still existed, and with a slight adjustment of the poem's structure, Teng Yunshen was able to trigger changes and reveal the original form of the conspiracy.

He saw the night as a vessel for evil.

Teng Yun deeply understands the meaning of this, late at night, dark, where there is no daylight, has always been a place where evil grows.

People use the word "brewing" to describe the process by which a conspiracy takes shape. It is a poison, but it has the fragrance and luster of fine wine, so it needs a sealed container to hide its unspeakable form.

Evil runs through the veins of elven mages.

Then, Teng Yunshen used his skin as a material to invite the evil deep night.

It was more like a fuzzling fog from the industrial cities of the last century, with a formidable appearance, grabbing the light, leaving a dangerous path, like the embodiment of death.

The thing in the middle of the night stretched and twisted its neck, like a worker who had just stepped out of the workshop. It's not that it looks human, it's just that it's something that has been given a personality by a wizard, and it's supposed to be closer to a human than an empty sky.

It takes away the light.

Momentary blindness is insignificant. However, Teng Yun knew the weakness of the fairy mage, and knew what the night meant to the fairy mage—the flower he planted on his chest would become a pure ornament.

Teng Yunshen passed through the flames.

He was hit hard, and the sunken door of his head made him look embarrassed. There was a gap of two small orders between him and the fairy mage, so much so that the indestructible nature of steel magic was shattered. Of course, if he had taken this blow with flesh and blood, I am afraid that at this moment, he would have been ruined.

Teng Yunshen opened his five fingers. Mottled rust fell from his fingers like dirt. The elven mage's eyes widened. He hadn't expected the other party to shake off the shadow and metal compound so quickly. Teng Yunshen grabbed the faded flowers.

Boom! The fairy mage waved his wand and broke Teng Yunshen's left arm. He was aiming at Teng Yunshen's head, but unfortunately the thing in the middle of the night kept struggling, trying to break free of his shell, causing him to lose his head.

Teng Yunshen also crushed the flowers in his hand at this moment.

The long-lost blow weakened the will of the elven mage. He raised his wand again, but was immediately caught by the unruly things of the night, and he couldn't move.

Teng Yunshen stood up and used his heavy physique to knock away the enemy.

The night then faded. The whole time, the elf mage didn't figure out what he was fighting against. But that doesn't matter. Skin was a part of his body, and Teng Yunshen couldn't keep it for himself in the first place.

The elven mage spun abruptly away. His hair was covered with long, narrow leaves, one by one, with a terrifying green, like the feathers of a bird of prey.

Teng Yunshen raised his arm to protect his head. The blades flew in, like a slanted rain curtain, beating him to the ground, like mud in the rain.

A whistling rushed by, and before Teng Yunshen could catch his breath, he was wrapped around his neck by the wand in the hand of the fairy mage.

Such a trick, even if the head in the box was not reminded, Teng Yunshen was wary.

The goblin mage turned around and was about to strangle Teng Yunshen with one blow. But under the pressure of mana, the wand was broken inch by inch. It was transformed by Teng Yunshen into a poisonous snake as thick as a child's arm, and it couldn't withstand the two of them, and it was torn apart at once, and there was no corpse.

Blood splattered, Teng Yunshen was quick with his eyes, stretched out his finger and hit a string of red blood beads, and then bounced it away, throwing out a bloody rain.

The metallic luster, which was different from the luster of steel, surged into Teng Yunshen's fingertips. It was the luster of ink and iron, dull and light, missing a bit of edges and corners, adding a bit of roundness. Teng Yun twisted the shocking blood and painted the boiling white sand red. Red and white, two distinct colors, confuse the elven mage's vision.

Teng Yunshen pushed hard, and the solidified smoke fell solidly, knocking down the fairy mage.

Zhao He trembled and poked his head out from behind the sand dunes, only to see a red tide rushing into the sky, like the rising sun, shaking the vast atmosphere of the desert.

Teng Yunshen sucked the red energy into his right fist.

Immediately afterward, the collapsed wall of smoke quickly melted. The red blood and the white sand scattered in a hurry. The goblin mage caught a glimpse of Teng Yunshen's face after the smoke cleared, and with it, there was a heavy punch - this punch was neither avoidable nor stoppable, carrying the long-suppressed murderous intent, carrying the momentum of thunder, and piercing his chest.

The red energy unleashed Teng Yunshen's potential.

He suddenly felt creepy, as if there was an incomparably sharp dagger, pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and an unprecedented sense of crisis made him immediately make a decision and let go of the enemy in front of him.

Teng Yunshen didn't look back, and threw the magic sword that appeared out of thin air behind him.

"Not good!" Zhao He shouted in a low voice, "The other party still has accomplices!"

That's why things have changed.

The approaching witch was wounded. The red energy made Teng Yunshen's senses sharpened, and she was caught off guard, the witch who thought she was clever was slashed by the sudden magic sword, and the injury was still secondary, she was shocked and frightened, and lost her courage, which was even more important.

The goblin mage punched Teng Yunshen over.

His cultivation is profound, even if he has lost a lot of physical strength, he still can't be ignored when he fights back, and he is still better than Teng Yunshen's red fist driven by anger.

Zhao He held the dart.

Teng Yunshen's internal organs flipped for a while, and he almost fainted, but he knew that victory or defeat was life and death, and in an instant, he had to endure the severe pain and concentrate.

He used the red energy to move the displaced internal organs back to their original places.

The goblin mage tugged at the magic sword.

Teng Yunshen unloaded his left arm, which shimmered with steel. This arm had been hit hard by the goblin mage, and the bolt that locked the joint had been loosened a bit, and he easily pulled it off his shoulder.

He picked up his iron arm and slashed the elven mage's neck.

Zhao He threw a dart.

He was far, far away from the goblin mage. However, at this moment, when he locked onto each other, the two seemed to be very close.