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There is only one smell, maverick, which is more and more clear, showing the owner's down-and-out style.

The nameless fire grabbed Teng Yunshen's hair.

Before she could show up, the witch who had dragged a fragrant seat with her inspired Teng Yunshen's anger through the embers left behind by the alloy mage.

But this is exactly what Teng Yun is deep in.

Anger amplified the red mana, pushing his senses to the limit, and he immediately discovered the other party's location - however, the witch had no intention of hiding her whereabouts. As if she were strolling leisurely, she walked over from the tree-lined path.

One scar after another tore Teng Yunshen's eyes.

The witch has a head start.

The answer to the mystery is imminent. The other party saw the pain in Teng Yunshen's eyes, which was the origin of the scars. Perhaps, she doesn't need to see it. What kind of image would people give to an angry warrior? scarred, that is, his armor.

The witch said, "Well done. You're so much better than those frizzy guys. It would be a shame to simply kill you like this. What about my servant? You will be reborn. ”

As she spoke, she threw out the soft sword wrapped around her arm, piercing Teng Yunshen's heart.

The warrior the witch saw was not as embarrassed as she had thought. The latter was almost unscathed. But the results will not change. Deadly venom flowed into the warrior's body. Even if he restores the scars in his eyes to pain, he can't fight against himself who is strong in martial arts.

The Grim Reaper let out a sharp giggle. He hasn't left yet. This made Teng Yunshen shudder.

Death has always been the same.

"Make a decision as soon as possible. The witch approached Teng Yunshen slowly, "The other leaders are full of bad tempers. ”

Even though the other party was blind, she didn't forget to maintain an elegant demeanor.

Anger gathered on top of Teng Yunshen's head. Smoke billowed from the air. Teng Yunshen unleashed the Sky Fire. Lightning and thunder lit up the dark clouds that enveloped him.

Thunderbolt hits the witch.

Then, Teng Yunshen caught the other party's triumphant singing voice like lightning.

She was...... Beautiful white bird. In the witch's raised head, inhabited by proud souls. After sunset, she was still untimely in tending to her striking feathers, drawing dangerous attention to herself.

Teng Yunshen deprived the witch of her mana.

She lost her original form and was replaced by a flashy feather coat. Perhaps, she can spread her wings and fly into the sky. However, Teng Yunshen's five fingers were like a fence, trapping her in a cage. She lost her freedom.

Witches can't breathe. The ever-changing shell interfered with her judgment. The illusion of the white bird danced, and she was so fascinated by it that she fell into confusion and even forgot to breathe.

Teng Yunshen tore the witch's slender neck with force.

The witch no longer breathes.

At the same time, Teng Yunshen heard an earth-shattering roar. He was familiar with the emotions involved. Anger and fear cast a warm color on Teng Yunshen's vision.

The witch's accomplice suddenly quickened his pace. But he was one step too late, and he was doomed to miss out on a lifetime. Teng Yunshen threw the quiet corpse at his feet.

Sometimes, it's not somewhere, it's somewhere.

The return of the bird took the will of the wizard.

Teng Yunshen swung his knife and slashed at the opponent. The remaining instinct shoved the wizard and pushed him away from the blade. However, he was still doomed after all. Teng Yunshen captured the moment when the bird lowered its wings. Its posture is like an arch. It fell from a great height and struck the wizard who could never find his way back. Behind the door is the home they miss, but they can never go back. The fallen arch buries their brief story.

The god who ruled the world of the dead put away his smile. He whispered, "Sooner or later—"

"Stand down. Teng Yunshen waved his long knife and warned the other party not to act rashly.

The sound of burning was like a menacing python, passing quickly past Teng Yunshen's ears.

The rampage of the fireball hurriedly jumped into the clearing in the forest, like the sun setting down the mountain, stinging Teng Yunshen's still fragile eyes.

He closed his eyes.

The fire spread so fast that the forest leaped into flames, casting strange shadows like dancers on fire.

Teng Yunshen kicked away the fallen leaves piled up at his feet. It was a thick quilt, darker than the cold night, but also warmer than the cold night, covering the earth from all the starlight and wind and snow of the cold night. Now, Teng Yunshen lifted the corner of the quilt, and the cold wave poured into this frightened forest.

The drastic drop in temperature destroys the body structure of the fire mage.

He fell firmly and rolled in front of Teng Yunshen in embarrassment, abandoned by the raging fire, exposing his weak flesh and blood under the blade.

Death sighed.

Teng Yunshen split the fire mage's confused head like chopping wood.

Bang! A wizard quietly pulled the trigger.

A barrage of bullets hit Teng Yunshen. The blood was as bright as the debris of a firecracker exploding. Teng Yunshen didn't see it, he actually faced the fluttering blood rain and climbed to the top of the hanging waterfall in one breath.

Teng Yunshen held the Ear of Catching the Wind, and the moment the gunman opened fire, he locked onto the other party. And he marked the fire mage's body temperature as high, and the flow flowed faster than any thought. As soon as the gunman put the index finger back on the trigger, he was slashed in two by Teng Yunshen.

Strong emotions, one after another, impacted Teng Yunshen's mind.

The wizards of the Black Sword Society seem to have finally realized that their situation may be extremely dire.

Teng Yunshen pulled out a soft sword with poison from his chest.

On a restless night, the moon flies to the other side of the earth with its blazing gaze, reflecting the thousand words of the insomniac.

A flood of thoughts overwhelmed the wizards of the Black Sword Society.

Teng Yunshen threw out a soft sword and accurately wrapped it around the neck of a steel mage.

The latter tried to use his weight to push him away. The result backfired. Teng Yunshen let go of his hand first, avoiding the gravity line that was launched along the soft sword. The weight of the steel mage slid towards the towering tree behind Teng Yunshen. Then he flew with his hands in motion.

A shadow puppet mage infiltrated Teng Yunshen's shadow.

The silent shadow, chasing life, chasing death, is like a horse and a turtle. Two very different images dominated the shadow puppeteer's feet, and he slipped and fell to the ground.

Teng Yunshen simply cut off the shadow puppet mage's neck.