Teng Yunshen recognized the uniform that the other party was wearing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Just think of hundreds of glittering wizards, like the army of alien robots that appear in the movies and die in pieces, like all those products that are born on the assembly line of a factory, densely packed into your field of vision...... If you've seen it, they'll impress you too.

Teng Yunshen pounced on the fairy mage. He didn't expect the other party to stop at his words and shake hands with him. The elven mage let go of his wand and stepped back. Teng Yunshen stumbled into the air.

Spherical elves covered in thorns pierced his vision to tatters, as if it were just a forgotten map. His eyeballs were intact, but no matter which way he looked, countless spots awaited him.

The wand that landed on the ground coiled up like a snake climbing onto the beams of the house, wrapping around Teng Yunshen's ankle. The energy of steel protected Teng Yunshen, making it impossible for the serpentine wand to twist him into segmented specimens like it did for the rest of its prey. But the wand still caused him obvious trouble. Teng Yunshen lost his balance and fell to his knees in front of the fairy mage who had regained his composure.

Teng Yunshen was tied to a magic wand, and it was difficult to move an inch. Tentacles filled the head protruded from the elven mage's ornamental skull, scurrying into the vast outer space. Teng Yunshen stared at the fairy mage's face, realizing that he was facing a void that he couldn't see at a glance.

Zhao He threw out the dart that suddenly returned to his hand again, cutting off several triumphant tentacles. His throwing technique is impeccable. But he did not think that by doing so he would be able to stop the enemy. Elven mages no longer even swing their wands to block darts. Zhao He's efforts were only futile but necessary attempts.

The power of the demon should not just be quietly returned to him, yes, that's great, but it's not enough...... Evil.

Teng Yunshen pushed his weight towards the goblin mage who was close at hand. However, neither Teng Yunshen nor the fairy mage were pushed away from each other. The blue lines converge like flames on a stove. The torso beneath the elven mage's robes was also filled with tentacles ready to move. Teng Yunshen couldn't lock his center of gravity and couldn't drop the anchor claw.

The mediocre dart returned to Zhao He's hands.

Teng Yunshen shifted his focus to his ankles, to the winding wand. He gave the image of a snake to his wand. Teng Yunshen has an indestructible steel body, so he has not been strangled by his wand. Now, in order to break free from the wand's shackles, Teng Yunshen must place it in flesh and blood, making it weak.

It's difficult. The wand is a wizard's tool, and is not an ordinary iron tool. The snake-like shape is only its most superficial attribute. Teng Yunshen's imagination must go deeper.

He infused the soul of the hunter into the wand's lacklustre body.

The wand was given a short life. Teng Yunshen gave it life just to destroy it. But before Teng Yunshen could take action, he stepped on the wand into a bloody soft mud, and the wand that turned into a gray line snake swelled sharply and turned into a river swallowing snake.

The giant python took advantage of the trend and rolled Teng Yun into the air.

Teng Yunshen used the will of the fire mage to restrain the burning image, transforming the shed into a furnace for sword refining. The fairy mage used Teng Yunshen's will to restrain the image of the python and transform the wand into a giant python that binds the tiger.

Fear amplifies the imagination.

And cold-blooded animals draped in scales seem to be a symbol of fear of nature. It spits out letters and hisses, but never shows its fangs easily. It's waiting for an opportunity. Like a long night and a nightmare from which there is nowhere to escape, it lies dormant in the dark, ready to move, but patient.

When you realize where the chill on your shoulders is coming from, you'll be scared out of your mind. It's no longer a pure creature. It's more dangerous than the jungle hunters in popular science shows. It is the embodiment of evil, and people tend to associate it with demons.

Teng Yunshen drove the giant python into a dreamy night.

The behemoth that entangled him vanished. He fell from mid-air and hit the ground solidly—but he still couldn't move.

The dreamy night enveloped Teng Yunshen, making him unable to breathe.

Between the lightning and fire, Zhao He didn't have time to throw the dart for the third time.

"Huh. Ha. The elf mage laughed. His laughter was like an invisible giant, slamming into the crumbling shack. The elven legions danced, covering his spinning face, obscuring expressions that he might not have existed in the first place.

The nightmare overpowered Teng Yunshen, it was as heavy as a giant python, but it was even more difficult to get rid of than a giant python.

The fairy mage approached Teng Yunshen.

Even though his vision was blurry, Teng Yunshen was still able to catch the gaze cast by the fairy mage. He seemed to see the other's eyes.

The frighteningly large moon hovered in front of the window at midnight, screaming silently.

Teng Yunshen extracted fear from the nightmare. If you change to someone else, you will probably be flustered and unable to concentrate. But he was a killer and always walked with danger. He was able to overcome his fears. Teng Yunshen diluted the weight of the nightmare.

He woke up. Anxiety pounded violently on his chest, but he had no time to sigh.

Teng Yun moved his fingers deeply.

The Shadow of Dread leaped out and crashed into the elven mage who was caught off guard. Bang. The phantom exploded, overturning the frozen air, and the dream shattered completely.

Brilliant blocks of color jumped around on the two of them. This is the mark left by the Shadow of Fear, exposing their Achilles' weakness.

Teng Yunshen dragged his rusty body and pounced on the fairy mage.

He gave the goblin mage a punch that stumbled him, then grabbed the magic sword that silently fell into his hand and stabbed him in the abdomen. At the same time, the elven mage swung his retractable arm, smashing his colorful throat.

The magic sword passed through the elf mage's abdomen, but he was indifferent, whether it was tainted with the magic of the Shadow of Dread or not, the abdomen was not his weakness.

Teng Yunshen let go of the magic sword.

Immediately after, one tremor after another began to tear apart the fairy mage. The signs left behind by the Shadow of Fear burn like a carnival bonfire. The magic sword spun like the blades of an electric fan, and several weak points were hit at the same time, and the fairy mage screamed repeatedly, no longer having the calmness he had before.

Fortunately, Teng Yunshen still had to hold his neck so as not to lose his head.

The elven mage holds the magic sword. The murder weapon struggled hard, but to no avail. The fairy mage has cultivated to a high level, and even if he is hit hard, he can subdue the magic sword in an instant.

But he shouldn't have stepped back.