Billowing smoke isn't just scorched air. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info it comes from the bones of wizards, and it is a fragment of something evil. Under Teng Yunshen's concentration, this cloud of smoke has a certain sense of plasticity. When he reached out, the smoke still passed through his fingers. However, certain changes have occurred. The whole smoke flickered with his breath. He couldn't touch the sparkling wizard, but he didn't have to. He pushed the smoke out, so that the enemy could not distinguish between east and west.

Unfortunately, he had more than one enemy.

The ritual mage waved his big hand and slapped Teng Yunshen. Dark all round. Burning black and red are the only two colors. He fell into the flames. The ritual mage evokes the superform. The unknown demon god also holds a large, fiery hand. It swept away the sun's fire and approached Teng Yunshen, who had fallen to the ground.

The killer imagined himself holding an awl. The smoke fell heavily into his hands. The paint is about to dry out. The killer seized on the last thoughts, smeared, and gathered the smoke as a weapon to take advantage of.

It wasn't easy, and rust slowed down his speed of thinking. The magic of metal reverberated back and forth in his body like the sound of an empty valley, and it was not easy to retain the texture of flesh and blood in a small part of his body.

However, the alloy head also has its advantages, at least, Teng Yunshen will not be frightened by the enemy. He looked at what was happening in front of him from an almost onlooker's perspective.

The superform raises the hand of flame.

Teng Yunshen stabbed the awl into the palm of the superform. The Killing Shadow is still working, making him both vulnerable and lethal. Teng Yunshen turned the grip and twisted his frighteningly large hand to pieces, as if it were just a paper model.

The ritual mage pushed the superform aside.

Most wizards summon supershapes just to distract their enemies. In the battles that Teng Yunshen has experienced, there are very few wizards who can be as dedicated to two purposes as Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Ritual mages are no exception. He used the superform as a shield, consuming Teng Yunshen's opportunity to attack. The rest is much simpler. Teng Yunshen wouldn't have a second chance, he couldn't even bend his arm.

Time passed minute by minute, and the killer couldn't move an inch. Most of the time, the danger of a killer depends on how much he is unguardable. And to make your target unguardable, you either hide in an unexpected place or be so fast that the other person can't react.

Teng Yunshen obviously does not have either of these conditions. He's in trouble.

The ritual mage raised his great, friendless flaming hand.

Teng Yunshen rolled over. The volcano fell, splashing up endless ashes. The ritual mage's eyes widened. The flaming hand was too heavy, dragging him staggering forward. Teng Yunshen stood up. The smoke weighed down on the glittering wizard, and he was no longer constrained.

The killer slammed his palm into the sacrificial mage's throat. Click. The rugged gap was accompanied by a crisp sound, tearing open the neck of the other party who was caught off guard.

Teng Yun refined his body.

The Shadow of Dread left one flaw after another in his alloy shell, the Killing Shadow laid a fragile texture on his alloy shell, and the fire of the sun burned his alloy shell.

Teng Yunshen has seen the process of smelting steel in the documentary. Nowadays, metal, flame, smoke are all available. He could almost smell the burning coals.

People smelt metal, maybe to make it soft, maybe to make it hard, in short, to make it workable, so that it no longer has all kinds of natural shortcomings.

Teng Yunshen tied the forged imagery with his own flaws. The flames washed away the rusty shell from the killer's joints.

The ritual mage was kept in the dark by appearances, and he didn't know that his opponent was as light as a swallow. He was negligent and showed his flaws, and his opponent was ready to wait for the moment.

Teng Yunshen was melting, but if he killed the ritual mage, everything would no longer be a problem. The Killing Shadow healed him.

The killer leaps out of the flames. The moonlight was like water, washing away the flames that enveloped him. The forged fire nearly killed him, but it also burned away his flaws. The killer ran towards the shadow puppeteer, who was still spinning in place. In the blink of an eye, Teng Yunshen had killed three of his accomplices, and he hadn't even had time to get rid of the influence of the Shadow of One Heart, and he didn't know that he was in trouble.

Teng Yunshen smashed the shadow puppet mage's head with an elbow, resulting in the life of this backward element. He ambushed the demon in the shadow at his feet, just to fend off the other party's sneak attack in a pinch. However, until the big picture was decided, his ambush did not come in handy.

The killer turned, facing the glittering wizard. The other party hurriedly pushed away the remains that were pressing him, and his light was dying. The magic of death polluted him.

Under the influence of the magic of ink and iron, the solid parts of the smoke swallow up the parts of gases and liquids. And the smoke bombs thrown by Teng Yunshen were made from the corpses of wizards, which was even more powerful.

The killer feels the evil power of blood, bones, and muscles. He still hadn't figured out why the enemy could stop him from getting up, but that wouldn't stop him from killing them. He wasn't a full-time necromancer, but he had killed four people, and the magic of the Shadow of Slaughter made him unstoppable.

Teng Yunshen detonated the remains that entangled the wizard. Boom! The glittering creature was wiped out in a violently flickering light.

He casually pulled a cloud of solidified smoke to block the debris flying in front of him.

Immediately after, Teng Yunshen let go of the magic power of the ink iron. He had gradually become familiar with the properties of this energy, but if he tried to affect the smoke on a larger scale, he was afraid that he would accidentally lock himself in it, as Qiao Siming said.

He walked across the hot ground, crushed a dozen eyeballs that had grown out of the corpse, and stood in front of the bronze mage crawling like a turtle.

"Don't kill me. The once-high wizard lifted his broken face and pleaded, "I can help you avoid them." He never dreamed that he would fall into the hands of the enemy one day. He was one of the most promising bronze mages in the Black Sword Society, and he didn't deserve to be defeated at all.

"No problem. Teng Yunshen smiled lightly, Bai Sensen's teeth flashing in the moonlight, "However, I don't need you to help me avoid them, what you have to do is to tell me where that girl is and remove the traces she left behind." Then, I'll let you go. You know, I'm not like you, I talk and count. ”