The Killing Shadow is working. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Teng Yunshen killed someone, and the Phantom began to heal his injuries. He spun around and slammed the tip of his elbow into the alloy mage's calf, the sound of shattering beating in his ears in satisfaction.

Teng Yunshen failed to kill the Alloy Mage immediately. As soon as he tried to exert more force, the enemy jumped out of his back. The Phantom dulled him. The nature of shadow magic, which is incompatible with metal magic, triggers this phenomenon. The Killing Shadow will heal his injuries, but it won't keep him as bright as new. The shadow has covered his steel body with a rusty shell that will not be washed away.

However, the Alloy Mage jumped back right away. He hadn't figured out the situation yet. He believes that his accomplice is still alive. He is an alloy mage, able to endure the unbearable pain of flesh and blood. This gave him the illusion that the fire could not burn the shadow puppet mage, and Teng Yunshen could not tear him to pieces. The Alloy Mage only had a half-understanding of the reason why Teng Yunshen had summoned the Sunfire. He didn't fully realize that things had changed.

Shadows depend on light. Teng Yunshen started a fire, not to burn the shadow of the shadow puppet mage. On the contrary, the gathering of firelight gave the shadows of the wizards a clear shape.

They fell in the light of the fire, deep and shallow, like puddles of water after rain. Teng Yun grasped this connection deeply. Through the magic of his real name, he turned the shadow of the wizard into a pool of unbridled water.

The heat wave swept up a vast amount of water vapor.

Shadow Mages no longer have a relatively complete body. When the shadow glued the torn body together, he was still whole, and it only took ten seconds for him to regain consciousness. However, Teng Yunshen did not give him such time. He died quietly, without a body.

The Alloy Mage didn't know this. Neither he nor Teng Yunshen had time to confirm the shadow puppet mage's condition. The difference is that Teng Yunshen knows that the shadow puppet mage will definitely die. He didn't need to confirm the results, he was the one who did the killing.

It only took him one thought to kill the shadow puppeteer.

The Alloy Mage was unimpressed. The Alloy Body reduces his sensitivity to damage to an almost negligible level. He knew that the Killing Shadow made him fragile, and he also knew that the Killing Shadow made Teng Yunshen sharp, but he ignored the magic of the other Killing Shadow.

Teng Yunshen killed the shadow puppet mage, and the Shadow of Killing made him invincible.

The Alloy Mage pressed the killer's one-arm and led him in circles. He still has the upper hand. He had an extra arm than the enemy, and there was not a trace of rust on his body.

Teng Yunshen bent his left arm. He was rusty and faltering, and anyone could see what he was doing next. The Alloy Mage threw a lightning-fast punch that shattered Teng Yunshen's facial features.

As mentioned earlier, the Shadow of Killing made Teng Yunshen both sharp and fragile.

The Alloy Mage couldn't understand why the Killer dared to put himself under the influence of the Shadow of Killing when he was already under the influence of the Shadow of Fear.

Teng Yunshen turned his head away.

His neck was also cracked, and a shocking cut nearly separated his head from his torso. The Alloy Mage stooped down, dodging his futile counterattack and tripping him, destroying his center of gravity.

In the next second, the killer will die. The Alloy Mage will screw his head off his neck......

Teng Yunshen stumbled sideways, and was about to crash into the crook of the alloy mage's arm in front of him. However, he swung out his right arm, which was hidden behind his back, and slashed the other man in two before the confident Alloy Mage could come to his senses. The arm had just grown, it was new, and it hadn't been tangled in mottled rust.

The ritual mage, who was waiting for the opportunity, immediately attacked. His palms were so big that he would slap his accomplices to the ground if he wasn't careful. Of course, at this moment, such concerns no longer exist. Dead people don't complain.

The heat wave slammed down like the roar of a volcano.

Teng Yunshen fearlessly grasped the fiery wrist of the ritual mage. He had killed two people, and the magic of the Shadow of Slaughter made him unstoppable.

The rift bloomed in the palm of the ritual mage's hand. In the blink of an eye, Teng Yunshen would crush it. However, the disproportionately large palm was still in a state of rapid expansion. The ritual mage clasped Teng Yunshen's thumb and slammed it down.

The killer spun in the direction of the enemy. He broke free and fell to the ground. The ceremonial mage's large hand was high and covered his entire vision. The palm is both red and black, both flame and night. It absorbs the light and heat of the sun's fire, and grows rapidly, engulfing the entire world.

Fortunately, Teng Yunshen could still push it away. The body of steel has such benefits, even if it rusts and becomes a pile of scrap metal, it still weighs considerably. Teng Yunshen threw out the gravity line, pushing the flaming hand away from the top of his head just as he couldn't make a move.

The ritual mage spun around in embarrassment.

Another wizard finally found a chance to strike. He jumped high, drew a steep arc in mid-air, and finally landed on Teng Yunshen's retreat.

The killer hadn't forgotten what he had embedded in his abdomen.

Warm blood wrapped around the cold coin, creating an invisible bond between his concentration and the magic of metal. He seemed to be very close to this energy, and he seemed to have received it.

Teng Yunshen inspired the magic of Mo Tie.

He got up slowly, but it was as if he was running and crashing into a thick layer of soft glass. Fueled by the bodies and shadows of the dead wizards, the fire burned with glowing smoke that tightly enveloped his vision. However, he felt a richer inner being. The inspiration for the creation danced in his mind, and he was about to give the shape to the wanton smoke in front of him.

Teng Yunshen pointed at the glittering wizard.

Its light was different from the glow of the radiant mage, as if it came from the end of the universe, indestructible and indifferent. It is an illusory flame that burns with a microcosm of the transparency of everything.

The wizard was stopping Teng Yunshen from getting up from the ground.

Smoke swirls under the killer's fingers. He didn't care much about how the enemy stopped him. The wizards' magic was so strange that he couldn't crack it without knowing it. However, to kill enemies doesn't require your omniscience, sometimes, all you need is sportsmanship: faster, higher, and farther. He focused on the vortex of change.

Teng Yunshen seems to have become an enthusiastic painter, and the dead figures of wizards are the best color.