Teng Yunshen didn't need much of the vitality provided by the goblins. The Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info wizard's scimitar left a deep wound on his shoulder, deep to the bone, however, he possessed super self-healing powers, and even in the heat of battle, such injuries were far from fatal.

The reason why he put himself in danger of being immobile, and bound himself to the elves, was to destroy them.

Wizards are able to draw energy from the radiation of everything, and there is a limit to this, and when the energy held by things decays below the minimum to maintain their continuity, they become vulnerable.

Teng Yunshen killed a strong goblin.

The wizard's scimitar was close at hand, and the blade was cold, colder than the evening breeze of Wonderland, which alienated itself from the hustle and bustle of the world. The red magic enveloped Teng Yunshen, showing a vivid warmth. Blade thirsted for hot blood, as if it could give it a slight body temperature.

Teng Yunshen has experienced a colder season. It is the voice of a long-lost ice age, with no beginning and no end, boundless, and the cold erases all traces of life.

He flicked his fingers. Shot the power of the past world into the wizard's palm. He couldn't induce the howl of winter, but he wasn't going to do that.

The wooden handle of the scimitar split apart in the wizard's palm, and the debris slipped through the gaps between the ten fingers, and the mud and sand fell to the ground with wet shavings.

Teng Yunshen killed the goblin and obtained the vitality of the goblin's death. The force easily destroyed the elf's carved branches. That didn't even need Teng Yunshen to aim, just a thought, and it came naturally.

The battlemage jerked the blades out of the wizard's grasp, shoving them into the wizard's chest.

For the first time in his life, the wizard experienced the sensation of being sliced open by a cold, biting blade. The fear was indescribable. He was able to resist it, but he was still unavoidably shaken.

The giant demon stood up from under the shadows and took the wizard in his hand. Sometimes, the fear of shadows magnates in the mind of a wizard. They know better than ignorant children what lies in the world of shadows, in which phantoms walk around and whisper.

And the demons created by Teng Yunshen are rooted in the fertile soil of fear and thrive. He imagined all the shapes of fear and gave them to the demons.

The monster's skin touched the blade stuck in the wizard's chest. It opened its bloody jaws and screamed as it screamed, like a snowman falling into the lava. One of the two scimitars was created specifically for the magic of removing shadows, and is its nemesis. Its hideousness, its fangs and claws, all of it comes from people's imagination of shadows.

The demon's hands melted under the spell of the silhouette, but it still held the wizard firmly. The goblin that casts a shadow is as terrible as it is.

"Get down!" shouted the Lightning Mage.

Teng Yunshen returned to the shadows, and then, the shining thunder pierced through the billowing smoke and struck the struggling wizard. Boom! The dazzling light tore through the dim night.

The demon's strange flesh and blood turned into a black char under the lightning and thunder. It fell to the ground, silently. For a short moment, it weighed almost as much as a hill, but it came into the world in a tangible shell, but after all, it was only a reckless shadow that grew in invisible fear.

Teng Yunshen looked back.

One ...... The majestic tree rises from the ground, it is not too tall, but the canopy is huge, like a cloud that covers the sky. A few brilliant fruits hung from the branches, and they rang like bells, each syllable glowing with electricity.

The lightning strike mage panted as he held up his electric rod.

"Well done. Teng Yun thought deeply, and he put his gaze back on the distorted shadow, sparks rising in bunches like a breeze, and the surface of the lake sparkled.

The sky was illuminated by electric light, and the crystals of cold were revealed, revealing edges and corners.

Teng Yunshen still remembers the poem, and remembers the touch of caressing the spiritual light.

He walked towards the boiling shadow as he shoved a steel coin into the slot. It was one of his many trophies, and it contained the tenacity that a wizard had saved in a vulnerable time. He flicked two switches, filling his body with the solidity of flesh and blood.

The shadow shouted hoarsely. The fog was burning, and the rain was raining. Hula. The scorching wind was blowing in your face. Teng Yunshen stopped and stared at the wizard who had stabbed two blades into his abdomen.

The solidity of flesh and blood is not the same as the solidity of steel, however, such solidity protects his entire body and can coexist with the magic of red. The wizard thought he didn't have any coins to use, but in reality, it was only because he hadn't gotten into the habit of spending money yet. And as soon as he realized what the heavy coin in his pocket meant, the wizard was doomed.

The wizard with the knife also thought that he could destroy Teng Yunshen's life by destroying the magic of the shadow, but unfortunately, Teng Yunshen was not a pure shadow puppet mage, and his magic power had not yet taken shape and was ever-changing. He swung his red fist and knocked his foe to the ground. The blade left Teng Yunshen's body, splashing sharp blood light.

He shattered the other man's skull, but it was not enough to kill it completely.

Teng Yun remembered the poem about the sky. Windows are a barrier against wind and rain. However, when it is fragmented, it becomes a hurt, and it is easy to hurt others as well as oneself...... It's like a wizard's blade in the palm of his hand.

The sky slammed down, smashing into the wizard's stubborn head.

Teng Yunshen jumped away from the crystal crack.

He also remembered another poem. Lightning galloped by, non-stop, running from darkness to darkness, fleeting. However, the windowpane has carved it into the rugged traces. It is brilliant and ephemeral, like a flower that has been hastily gone. It was put into a beautiful glass by the poet, and it was no longer fresh, but it still stored its fragrant fragrance.

The young wizard evokes the lightning of a deep sleep. It's like throwing a lit match into a room full of gas. He struck a bolt of lightning and fire, attracting thunder that had accumulated in thousands of trees.

Thunderbolt leaped down on top of the wizard's twin blades.

Teng Yunshen turned around, "What's going on?" he asked, "How could he be so ...... Quick?"

A wizard who had turned into powder, even if he had gained explosive speed, could not have jumped in front of them in that way.

"Mystery route. The forest mage stammered, he still hadn't shaken off the shock of Teng Yunshen's amazing performance. Not long ago, he thought that the three of them would soon die at the hands of a powerful wizard.