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(Recommended reading: Teng Yunshen seems to be racing against the whole world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoHe's not just racing against the things that move—bullets and fire—he's also racing against things that are still — corpses and forests. Teng Yunshen ran at full speed, throwing the things chasing him into the unknown corner.

He suddenly realized that he liked it very much.

The feeling of being an indispensable part of this world is filled with Teng Yunshen's once empty shell. Perhaps, in the next second, he will fall hard and never get back on his feet. However, at this moment, unprecedented enthusiasm, like brilliant fireworks, pushed him to a high place. He was fearless. The Grim Reaper, who was in hot pursuit, was left far behind him.

Teng Yunshen swung the red knife that became more and more handy for the thousandth time.

The bullet jumped away from under the knife like a shattering raindrop. The magic of the red knife sheltered Teng Yunshen. He was unstoppable, trying to stop his wizard, and in only a fleeting moment, he was swallowed up by a torrent of red. They sank deep into the silence of death.

Some people dragged or pushed Teng Yunshen's vision, intending to disorient him. However, the protection of the red knife transcends the boundaries between the visible and the invisible. Even before they were born, their thoughts were destroyed by an even more powerful consciousness...... Then, they were also reduced to the ghosts of the sword.

The blade made a fragile clatter, as if it were a glass filled with ice, floating and sinking in boiling water.

It houses a myriad of dangerous possibilities.

The blade sliced through the deep darkness of the night, shattering the heavy breathing of the crowd.

......

"Do it all over again. The girl said succinctly, "I'm not saying you don't write well. Actually, it's better than the vast majority of articles we have to put up with, but you're my hero, and as such, I have higher demands on you. ”

Su Xiping tried to see the other party's face. But the twilight sun cast a veil over the girl's face. All he saw was the other's sparkling eyes.

"Huh?" the girl seemed to raise an eyebrow.

Su Xiping remained silent.

Wave after wave of weakness plagued him, perhaps not more severe than it had ever been, but it was true that he had not experienced such powerlessness in a long, long time.

He has an intimidating physique. But there was much more energy he should have than it seemed - it was bigger than the twilight behind him that engulfed the end of the world.

At the moment, he couldn't move, and he couldn't even say a name that came out of his lips.

He is the nightmare of billions of gods, and it is only in his own nightmare that he is reduced to this. The mortal body imprisoned his divinity.

Su Xiping struggled to recall the name that belonged to the girl.

"You're—you're—"

That name represents so much, too many things. It's the sound of Su Xiping's heartbeat.

"Nope. The girl said. A misty glow swirled in her silhouette, making her look even more mysterious, like some kind of idol with a profound meaning. "You're here again, you're in front of me, aren't you? But you should know that I'm not her. She sighed reluctantly, "I'm just a fleeting illusion. ”

Sadness came to the girl's face that gradually became clearer.

"Goodbye. ”

Before the words fell, the corner of the girl's clothes was firmly grasped by Su Xiping's hand.

She's fading. She's on her way. Her departure is like the setting sun, destined to be irretrievable.

The huge energy that broke free from the shackles of fate returned to Su Xiping's body at this moment. The crisis brought out his potential.

Completely forget about each other. Such an ending is more terrible than death for Teng Yunshen.

......

The red knife slashed through Teng Yunshen's hand. The crack spreads in all directions. Soon, he was covered in bruises and bleeding. The red knife was extremely sharp, and even if Teng Yunshen only held the hilt, he would be injured by the trembling of the blade.

Pain is a sign that proves Teng Yunshen is alive.

With every breath he takes, a scar grows.

The red knife gave him magic beyond the limit, but at the same time, it also violently drained his life force. However, Teng Yunshen has transcended the fear of death.

He suddenly let go of his grip on the hilt.

The shocking blood, like a rush of rain coming and going, swept over the stunned faces, only to fall into the pen in the moment, sprinkling the biting cold.

The black sword will be in chaos.

However, once the blade is out of his hand, Teng Yunshen wants to stop the army alone, which is tantamount to a fool's dream.

The red-eyed shapeshifter mage quickly pounced on Teng Yunshen. The ground tore apart under his trample, and there was a piercing scream. It seemed that the entire forest would be destroyed by his rage.

It's just that even if the blade is out of his hand, Teng Yunshen still has the magic power given by the Red King.

Today, the great wizards have retired to avoid the zeitgeist. The Red King is the hero of the past. Although he has been dead for a long time, the means he left behind during his lifetime are still extraordinary, far beyond the imagination of the wizards of the Black Sword Society.

Teng Yunshen pointed at the Transfiguration Mage.

The surging blood seemed to come from the starry sky of the nightmare night, sending out billions of cries.

Whether Teng Yunshen wants it or not, he has become the heir to the Red King's legacy.

He is the feared projection of the Red King. Here and now, he is the master of red mana.

With just one thought and enough focus, he can turn back the blood of his enemies.

Teng Yunshen destroyed the Transfiguration Mage.

Red is the color of blood and the color of life, but for Teng Yunshen's enemies, red is the color of death.

A slender hand, like an epiphany quietly blooming in the dead of night, reached out from under the night and grasped the red knife that fell from the sky.

Teng Yunshen turned his focus to witches who intended to get their hands on sharp weapons.

"You are doomed. He said. The majesty of the Red King looms from time to time, like an ancient ghost haunting the uneasy world.

"Really?" said the witch, unable to suppress a sickly laugh, "but where are you going in that case?"

Teng Yunshen frowned.

"Your eyes are a window to loneliness. ”

......

The unity of all things slowly rose from the collapsing illusion.

Huge vertigo flew in from all directions, slapping his head...... Vertigo grabbed Vientiane's swaying spine and tried to pull it away from his weak shell.

However, the fingers that once touched the light of the unity of Vientiane are full of unwavering strength.

"When it comes to the art of change, I am indeed inferior to you. Through the cold mask, Vientiane stared at the distorted and distorted figure in front of him, "If you talk about the power to move mountains and seas, you are inferior to me." ”

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