If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Teng Yunshen would have found it hard to believe that such a ...... existed in this world A straight sword. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It is straighter than the sword that has been meticulously crafted by a skilled craftsman.

The blade pierced through Teng Yunshen's back. The biting cold was buried in his hot flesh and blood, and a noisy white mist was rising. It was evident that the rapier had a poisonous magic attached to it. Otherwise, it would not be wise to choose such a slender weapon as a weapon to kill a wizard. The vitality of a wizard is different from that of ordinary people, and the small wounds are insignificant.

The sinuous blue light crawled on the spine of the sword, and it seemed that her movements were crisp and neat, without any twists and turns.

Until now, Teng Yunshen hadn't been able to calm down and think about the secret of this thin sword, things happened too fast. However, he is a killer and more or less aware of it.

It's not so much a rapier as an enlarged needle. Its blade is less than half an inch wide. Such a guy is suitable for being in a sports game, participating in a well-mannered solo fight, not for a bloody killing between wizards. It requires a high level of precision in its movements, and only by hitting vital organs and arteries can it cause effective damage - and the rewards are far from proportional.

The sword burned in Teng Yunshen's body, and the wound was very small, insignificant, but it tightly grabbed the pain in Teng Yunshen's body. The toxicity evaporated very quickly, as if someone had injected a strong acid into his veins. This sword was unlike any of the previous ones.

And Teng Yunshen didn't care much about the magic on the sword, he cared more about the magic worn by the witch. Teng Yunshen pushed the enemy away, and the thin sword left his body.

The pain was like a handful of dusty shards of glass, tossing and turning in his chest, and you can imagine how terrible the jagged war was. The damage of magic is still raging and will intensify. However, Teng Yunshen still focused on the phantom that enveloped the witch and penetrated it.

The Lightning Mage throws a thunderbolt at the witch. He had good timing. Sadly, he was only a wizard of the third order. The witch is a wizard of the fourth order, not only one level higher than him in terms of mana level, but also the wizard of the next stage after the third order. Lightning Mages can't accurately capture the witch's movements.

Lightning fell behind the shadow puppeteer, illuminating the trance-like phantom.

Teng Yunshen put away the rain. The foam of the moonlight stained the back of his hand, reflecting the bleak night. The unknown phantom left a burning trail on the ground, like a careless bonfire after a revelry, and the bitter wind picked up a little spark buried in the ashes. The blue color seeped out of his eyes, and the poisoned vision made Teng Yunshen dizzy.

The magic of the Phantom remains a mystery.

The witch approached the young wizard in the wet moonlight. The smell of the rain had not yet dissipated, and there was a wind that didn't catch it—and her footsteps became the only fast beat.

Teng Yunshen wanted to hear more of the wind. The wind whispered in his ear, dropping patches of wet feathers. Teng Yunshen left the berbernation of the violent silence, and the humming sound of the sword shadow disappeared. He meets the witch's deadly dance steps. The pain was like a dagger, piercing his heart again and again.

His consciousness began to blur, so much so that he struck a straight sword in the midst of lightning and fire. The witch stopped staring at his chest, and she changed places, injecting the toxin into his abdomen.

A thought became clearer and clearer in Teng Yunshen's mind. It's not just poetic inspiration, it's something much more explicit. It's like playing checkers, the rules are concise and clear, but there are plenty of possibilities. One route, three jumps.

Teng Yunshen once wrote poems about migratory birds. Spring goes to autumn, and creatures with wings come and go. At this moment, Teng Yunshen, who was trekking towards death, ran against them. Feathers that had fallen to the ground floated and sank in the puddles behind him, and the winter wind pushed them into the distance...... However, in the new season, they will catch up with Teng Yunshen and walk with him.

The imagination of wizards is beyond imagination. They can feel not only the passage of time in great detail, but also the inner concept of the passage. Their thinking is refined and wild. His inspiration leaped to the next season.

Teng Yunshen pushed away the witch and her sword.

The back of the migratory bird turned. The image of return comes as quickly as the image of migration, with the difference that the latter is only a faint epilogue, while the former is an uplifting precursor. There was a heavy rain under the overwhelming feathers.

The witch narrowed her eyes nervously. Some changes are happening that she can't understand. The feathers that sucked the rain were as light as the winter wind, light and cold, and she was vaguely aware of the connection between the two images. However, what kind of association did the direction and change of the wind come from? She couldn't guess the poems written by Teng Yunshen.

The cold wind blew through the fire and rattled. The wind was getting stronger.

Surrounded by feathers, Teng Yunshen longed for loneliness. The wind wandering in the barren is lonely, and Teng Yunshen weaves the body of the wind with damp feathers, giving it a complete shape. It carries almost human emotions. Teng Yunshen summoned the Wind Elf. It raised its arms in all directions and knocked down the unsuspecting witch.

Immediately afterwards, Teng Yunshen took away the loneliness of the wind and let the lonely wind return to the blank. He was often alone, and loneliness was a rare experience for him. He understands people's concerns and the bonds between people. He is always different from those killers, he lives in the world, and those cold-blooded ...... Monsters, they don't even find themselves alone.

The first step in the three-step jump is to find the emotion of loneliness.

The young wizard nudged the witch again, then put on the Shadow of Solitude before she returned.

The speeds in all directions became orderly and orderly in an instant, as if they would trigger a terrible explosion if they violated the traffic rules.

Witches are the only ones who don't follow the rules. As long as Teng Yunshen was fast enough, he could make things around him unable to move while wearing the shadow of loneliness. However, the witch is faster than him, and her relative speed is not zero. The rapier still shimmered with a sharp light.

Teng Yunshen fearlessly slammed into the tip of the witch's sword. The magic of solitude breathes with his skin. Neither the wind nor the feathers could touch him, they were indifferent.

The witch fell out of the unknown shadow.