In the pure darkness, Teng Yunshen couldn't find traces of water from the shadows, and he couldn't even find the shadows. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info shadow is the opposite of light. However, where there is light, there is shadow, and light gives the outline to the shadow, and in the darkness, there is only darkness.

The fire mage shines on the darkness. His flame evaporated Teng Yunshen's blood, and also brought a timely rain to Teng Yunshen.

He stood in a deep and shallow shadow, as if he were standing in a deep and shallow puddle. On the streets after the rain, the water stains in the east and west seem to be the shadows that people have forgotten to take away.

Rain cats and dogs. Under the scorching light of the fire, the traces of water will be obliterated in an instant. However, where there is light, there must be shadow. The overlapping shadows accumulated a majestic rain. It fell from a high place, like a bamboo, washing away the fire that surrounded the two of them.

The wizard wailed. Teng Yunshen's fingers of steel slammed open his chest and pierced his heart like the shell of a raw egg, and his blood flowed like egg whites.

He fell backwards, shattering the demon's wreckage, a mass of charcoal that was hard to distinguish its original shape. He is not afraid of shadows, Teng Yunshen is not afraid of shadows, demons are just passing by and vulnerable.

The Fist of Steel is not the same as the fictional Thing of Fear, it is genuine, and it has just been tempered by the rain and will last for a long time. The rain washed away the raging flames and the rust, and the fist shone with a cold light.

The Phantom of Killing makes the indestructible steel fragile, but once the arm becomes a deadly weapon, it becomes indestructible.

Teng Yunshen gripped the wizard's heart. It's beating and it's scorching, it's burning. The faint light of the fire reflected a gloomy shadow, and the raindrops fell in strings. The clouds collapsed on their heads like a ceiling.

Wizards have nowhere to run. His craft is all about burning, and he can even make a fire in water. Teng Yunshen, on the other hand, summoned the rain from the ground, and the rain came so violently that it disrupted the balance he had sought among the four elements in an instant, making it impossible for him to burn.

He was familiar with the labyrinth, which was his home. Home is often boring, but he still likes it more or less. It's the only place where he can feel calm and feel like he's not that ...... Evil, let him remember that he also had a good side.

Sounds weird, doesn't it? He's a demon who has destroyed humanity, but he still misses the days when he wasn't so hopeless, his sparkling childhood. He used to be just a child. At that time, the expressions of mortals gave him were not just fear and anger. They liked him.

In this labyrinth, he transformed from an ordinary human into an out-and-out demon. However, here, he also found traces of a completely different version of himself. There was no way he could have repented. But here it is like a dangerous medicine to give him comfort.

However, at this moment, the labyrinth became so unfamiliar. The rain kept on and on. Teng Yunshen seemed to press his head into the cold sea, an endless sea of despair. He saw death, and his other self, a very cute-looking child, smiled at him.

"The time has come. It's over. "We all know that this is long overdue." The child, who had been killed by the sorcerer's own hands, stretched out a clean hand to him.

"No!" he thought fearfully, "I won't be like this!" and in the fear of death, he jerked his head up. He struggled and never stopped.

Teng Yunshen crushed the wizard's heart. Click. The red-hot shards cut Teng Yunshen's fingers.

This is not the end. It hardly matters. At the last minute, another injury only made the wizards who didn't want to die honestly even more hysterical. If they were to be the first to push the enemy into hell, they would survive, and the injuries would not be labelled as "lethal" by the coroners with gusto, but would become a medal to boast about.

The fire mage raised a torch. The fire was blazing in his hands. He found enough phlogiston in the rain.

However, Teng Yun's iron hand, which reached deep into the wizard's chest, held a key. Teng Yunshen pushed it. Click. The magic sword pierced the wizard's fragile body.

The Fire Mage wasn't just stopped. To stop is to be nothing. And even if he just thinks about the witch who has just left, and thinks about the other party's reverie posture, he has the motivation to continue fighting. He is a wicked man, unlike a good man, he does not need noble ideals to drive him to fight, and his unspeakable pathological habits in the world are enough to make him passionate about living.

The hand of flame slapped heavily on Teng Yunshen's head.

The magic of steel protects the young mage. However, under the shadow of the Phantom of Slaughter, even the Iron Man could not escape the fate of the golden bones. He's only taking damage, not dealing it, and the magic of steel is a shield, not a spear. The Phantom of Slaughter destroys the solidity of the iron mana.

Teng Yunshen stepped into the eye of the storm. The fire burned his wire-like hair and stung his bead-like eyes. In the next second, his thoughts might begin to melt. It's just that this second is incomparably long. And the storm is coming, just between the lightning and fire that has no time to blink.

The magic sword let out a roar that resounded through the darkness. Teng Yun sliced deeply—the one that was torn apart—the wizard's body. The Hand of Fire flew out and fell into a pool of icy water.

The demon reached out from behind the rain curtain and grabbed the wizard's neck before his head hit the ground.

Teng Yunshen laughed. "Hold on. Don't give up!" he said, his eyes blazing and sincere, "You think it's all over? No, you're alive, you're not nothing, you have life." This is the most precious, and everyone's life is full of countless possibilities. Even if you are the most vicious, you can have a better tomorrow. Time is fair. As long as you make a change, you will change. ”

"You...... You ......" the wizard's eyes widened.

Teng Yunshen turned his head and looked at the mysterious route that flashed and flashed. He put on a cautious look.

"He's your brother, right? He'll save you, and you're my bargaining chip. This is your territory, and if you think about it, you will understand that your chances of survival are very, very good. I have no grievances with you, so why do I have to kill you? Do you think I like to kill people?"

The answer in the wizard's mind is "like." However, his heart had been crushed by Teng Yunshen. Therefore, he could only shake his head desperately.