The wizard realizes that he may well have taken the wrong key. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At this moment, An An was lying triumphantly on the key in his palm, very similar to the one he was supposed to carry with him, but, given the function of the key, the two were still very different after all - only the other could help him open the door.

He inserted the key into the lock.

Sometimes, the repetition of an attempt that is bound to fail is more like a sign of weakness than being strong.

The wizard still hopes that he can get out of the status quo by turning the key in such an effortless way.

Teng Yunshen shook off the meandering water trails. The wizard only dodged slightly, and he was suddenly cut into two pieces by him.

Immediately after, the Grim Reaper followed Teng Yunshen's footsteps. This is not Teng Yunshen's creation, but was born from the inspiration of a certain Black Sword Society wizard. Death looms. Teng Yunshen turned a blind eye to this. Most of the time, the Grim Reaper is an observer rather than an executor. He only takes matters into his own hands when both parties believe that death is inevitable.

Teng Yunshen once again jumped into the ups and downs of the torrent.

For the first time, he chose hearing as an element of water magic, attacking enemies with injured ears. This time, he chose volume as the element of water magic, and followed the flow back to its original place.

The wizard who had fallen into the mirrored world in a daze was poking his head out of a gleaming shard. Teng Yunshen gave him a knife. The wizard lost his head and watched as the rest of his torso turned flat again.

However, Teng Yunshen's situation seems to be equally bad. The enemy has already discovered his tracks. They gathered around him. It's a net. Teng Yun couldn't escape.

Using the potential of water magic to fly straight down is Teng Yunshen's last chance to escape from the net. But before that, he had to mark the properties of something around him as high before he could make the magic work.

Teng Yunshen had no intention of fleeing. If he wanted to leave, why should he trap himself and his enemies in the years of misery? The cage he had created would give his companions a better chance of survival.

The temporary leader of the wizards of the Black Sword Society said, "Capture it." He deliberately lowered his voice, giving the impression that he was confident. Now that Teng Yunshen has fallen into a desperate situation, even if there are heavy casualties, they can indeed be said to have won the victory.

However, in fact, Teng Yunshen is the more scary one.

In order to defeat Teng Yunshen, who was still fighting in the trapped beast, casualties were inevitable. The lives of a few pawns are insignificant in this war. But when the odds of misfortune come their way, everyone re-examines the weight of that cost.

Teng Yunshen drew energy from the death of the goddess of youth.

The enemy hesitated, giving him the opportunity to fight back. Teng Yunshen once held a necromancy weapon created by a great wizard and mastered extremely powerful magical power. That experience had taught him all about the properties of the underworld. He knows how to wake up death at the safest distance.

A painful journey, ill-fitting shoes, heavy shackles.

Teng Yunshen tripped over the shadow puppet mage who was quietly approaching. The other side loses balance. He wielded a red knife and slashed the other's head like a chopping wood.

At the same time, the imagination of the enemy hit him.

Suddenly, Teng Yunshen found himself sitting in a runaway sports car. Before he could banish it from reality, the burning machine crashed into the wall without hesitation.

The god of youth opened the cold and merciless eyes of the deceased. Several hapless wizards were reduced to funeral offerings for her. She gives youth to people, and she takes away people's youth without seeing it. She looked ahead. The timeline is revealed under the gaze of the god of youth, revealing its unpredictable nature.

Teng Yunshen was thrown up by the angry seat. He crashed into the windshield again and again until the sports car flipped over, burying him and the whole world of pain under fire.

Teng Yunshen kicked the car door. A barrage of bullets immediately drilled into his thigh. The pain robbed him of all his attention, making him nearly unable to hold the red knife.

The Transfiguration Mage, who was eager to make a meritorious service, rushed to Teng Yunshen with a bloodstained axe. He blocked the muzzle of his accomplices. The magic of steel pounded hard against Teng Yunshen's lungs. He forsaken all weakness and slashed the shapeshifter's arm with a stubborn swing.

The fallen axe reflected countless shocks.

The shapeshifter only shouted, and his short last words came to an abrupt end. The vast red sky was overwhelming, and he forgot that life and death were imminent, and he could not tolerate the slightest hesitation.

The red knife cleaved the last confusion of his life, along with his head, into two halves that would never be related to each other.

"Stand back!" said the temporary leader of the Black Sword Society. His cultivation is profound, almost no less than the elder disciples who died in the hands of Teng Yunshen before, he can see that no matter how powerful Teng Yunshen's kung fu is, if he loses his weapon, he is helpless in the face of many enemies.

One of the gunmen narrowed his eyes. As long as he pulled the trigger, the highly poisonous bullet would penetrate Teng Yunshen's knife-wielding hand. However, just as he locked onto the target, the bright moonlight suddenly fell, blurring Teng Yunshen's figure.

The scarred poet unleashes rusty youth from the visible world.

The gunman pulled the trigger. A bullet slashed across the edge of Teng Yunshen's palm, causing a burst of fire. The opportunity is fleeting. Teng Yun pushed the mutilated corpse of the Transfiguration Mage deeply and rushed towards the gangsters who were in disarray. More bullets flew head-on, hitting the shapeshifter mage, making only a faint mist and doing nothing.

The temporary leader of the Black Sword Society fell into a sudden dread.

Teng Yunshen seems to be unstoppable, but it is nothing more than the end of a strong crossbow, and it is not enough to be troubled. However, the god of youth, who is about to return to poetry, actually dragged his timeline at this moment. Caught off guard, he had just felt an inexplicable threat, and the god of youth gently pulled the thread in his hand, and intercepted his once depressed youth.

The temporary leader of the Black Sword Society lost consciousness. He had to undergo drastic changes to fit into the mutilated history.

Teng Yunshen swept past him. The maple danced red, as if the autumn cold was blowing, and took off his head that was fluttering like a fallen leaf.

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Su Xiping curled up in her place uneasily. It's a little difficult. The chairs prepared by the school magazine for members are naturally standard models suitable for ordinary people, and he is a burly man, like an unknown action actor who specializes in playing the role of an unknown thug - the difficulty index is about equal to three stars.

But what really embarrassed him was the stares that his immediate superiors cast at him from time to time. The other side seems to have something to say.