"If you prepare a shield in advance and hide it, wouldn't the Iron Mage who has activated his potential be protected from fatal damage?"

Although Teng Yunshen is not highly educated, he has experienced a hundred battles and has extremely solid experience in fighting with others, far surpassing his peers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He got to the point right away.

Zhao He sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect the magic of steel to have such great potential. ”

Teng Yunshen has learned to restrain his emotions, he vaguely has a temperament that is invisible, but at this moment, the surprise in his heart is obvious.

Activating potential is indeed a qualitative change, and the meaning it brings is tantamount to turning the world upside down.

The Iron Mage who entered the state was like a fortress, impregnable, and if the effect of magic was not weakened, ordinary enemies, even if they were surrounded on all sides, would probably be difficult to establish dimensional skills.

Of course, this does not mean that the steel mage is invincible, and even in Teng Yunshen's opinion, the lone steel mage is still a relatively easy type to deal with.

The rest of the people see the same thing as him.

Wizards wield incredible magical powers, and there are countless techniques available to subdue steel mages. Only what Teng Yunshen knew, there were two kinds of sorcery, the Shadow of Fear and the Shadow of Killing, which were enough to wipe out the solidity given by steel in an instant.

However, no matter what kind of sorcery it is, it must be applied to the Iron Mage to have a curbing effect.

Iron mages who have activated their potential are not afraid of similar methods, even if their bodies are corrupted by the magic of the Phantom and become fragile, it does not matter.

In the complex equation of the degree of damage, the amount used as the basis for the calculation is taken from the shield of the Iron Mage, and as long as its properties are not altered, the enemy's sorcery is not to be feared.

"What about the second steel potential?" Teng Yunshen asked.

As soon as the head was about to answer, the box containing him was thrown into Zhao He's hands by Teng Yunshen.

"Run!" he heard Teng Yunshen shout, "Someone is rushing here!"

Immediately after, Zhao He closed the box, and darkness and silence descended, cutting him off from the restless desert.

Except for the white sand, Teng Yunshen couldn't see anything. But the evil qi that suddenly began to boil is the clearest signal. This is a warning, a sign that a strong enemy on the same channel as him is approaching.

Zhao He fled into the distance in a panic.

Things changed unexpectedly. According to the head, this place must be some distance away from where the marching tree fell. They are not ready.

Teng Yunshen decided to let Zhao He protect his head and avoid the next battle for the time being.

He is on the same channel as an unknown strong enemy, and he can't get out, but the other two people are different, and the evil spirit attached to them is very small, and there is still a chance to get out.

He reached out to his shadow. At the same time, he took a deep breath. The elixir in the air was very thin, and he spent more time than usual stimulating his lungs and extracting the magic of steel. The shadow took his hand.

Teng Yun felt the invisible obstacle. He was exposed to two kinds of magic at the same time, the magic of shadow and the magic of steel, which were mutually exclusive, incompatible with fire and water, and prevented the impending chemical reaction. Teng Yunshen hovered on the boundary between the physical world and the shadow world, carefully maintaining a delicate balance.

All he needs is resistance.

Another wizard of the Dragon of Mistaken Time broke into Teng Yunshen's field of vision.

"It's really hard to deal with. He frowned.

Teng Yunshen observed the other party through the violently fluctuating evil qi. As the head said, the opponent's mana had broken through the level of the sixth order, not far from the necromancer he had met at the ruins of the Three Kings.

Thoughts stung Teng Yunshen.

The elven mage throws a line of gravity. Teng Yunshen remained motionless, like a silent statue, allowing the other party to hold his center of gravity and accelerate again. The elven mage shot at him like an arrow.

Teng Yunshen lifted the door of the shadow world.

The crystalline flower planted on the elf mage's chest bloomed with an intense light and swept through the gate, leaving a raging fire in its wake.

Teng Yun deeply understands the other party's action pattern. The head in the box knew his colleague well, and the information he provided gave Teng Yunshen a few more chances of winning.

The goblin mage waved his wand and slashed Teng Yunshen's fist with precision. Two people sink together. Immediately afterward, the fairy mage turned his wand and struck Teng Yunshen's head with lightning speed, making him unsteady.

Teng Yunshen summoned the superform. The elven mage leaped back nimbly, avoiding the superform's flutter. He stared at the swaying Teng Yunshen, counted three times silently, and then opened the flowers on his chest again.

But the light did not come as expected.

Late at night is an evil close friend - this is the real name that Maggie gave to Teng Yunshen.

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The Blood Mage easily ripped off the captive's right palm. Immediately afterward, a faint blood-colored mist enveloped the severed limb, and slowly rotated with it, like a vortex of a drum washing machine that was gradually accelerating.

The captives were amazed that they could still feel the pain. This means that it is not yet time for him to return to the land of the dead, and the torture is not over yet.

"You've got pretty good bones. The Blood Mage was amazed, "I mean, there have to be different standards for different people. You're a complete failure, but you're not without merit from a waste point of view. ”

Something, something that the naked eye could not see or touch, the spiritual essence, came out of the captive's bones.

The Blood Mage then promoted the captive's strengths.

Breath, bones, skin, and mind, the four things point to the four attributes of flesh and blood. And the skeleton points to the owner's talent.

The captive's natural strength was stamina, otherwise he would not have survived the attacks of the Blood Mage—and he would soon have fallen into a situation where life was worse than death.

His bleeding stopped. But his feelings got worse. Clear pain brutally tore at what little consciousness he had left.

"Where will your friends and your wife miss you? The vicious blood mage shook his head disdainfully, "That's too tedious. ”

Wildly growing teeth pierced the captive's lips.

"Flower houses, alleys, billiard rooms, containers, elevators, observatories, playgrounds. The Blood Mage made a list with great interest, "That's right!" she snapped her fingers suddenly, "Isn't your mourning hall the most suitable place?" under your picture, next to your coffin, believe me, it must be exciting. ”

The captives opened their bloody mouths: "Kill them for me......"

He finally said what the Blood Mage wanted to hear.