Teng Yunshen hid at the wizard's feet, only three centimeters of snow was separated...... But the wizard just couldn't find him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is not a long-term solution. It was not easy to restrain the mana of his true name, and the verses swirled on the tip of his tongue, ready to move, and the wonderful feeling was about to break away from his body.

The wizard stepped on it again, in the soft snow.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his hand and grabbed the wizard's ankle, the snowflakes generally parted above him at the ebb tide, and the wizard stared at the enemy under his feet in surprise, secretly calling out that something was wrong. But his vigilance was too late. Teng Yunshen dragged the wizard to the ground.

Wouldn't it be a good idea to continue dragging wizards into the Third World...... Although Teng Yunshen might be able to survive, he had to rush to Professor Gray's side as soon as possible, instead of lying slowly in broken bones like before, waiting for his body to recover to the point where he could move.

Teng Yunshen staggered to his feet. The wizard waved his wand at him,

It's not nice to suddenly lose your balance in the second world, dizzy like tens of thousands of bees, buzzing around the wizard's head. Crackling. The lightning serpent devoured the letter. Crackling!

At this moment, Teng Yunshen felt that the spark of lightning was not like a snake, but something more sharp...... Like a crack left by a mischievous football on a windowpane.

That's the imagery he needs. Lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the dark night and the shattered old marks on the glass. The electric light faded, and the night returned to darkness. However, you can still find faint traces on the windows. It was unbridled vigor.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his hand and bravely grabbed the lightning. He bound his real name, and in the end, what landed in his palm was a sharp shard of glass. He grabbed them and plunged them into the wizard's neck, who was stunned.

Blood spurted out, staining the falling snowflakes red, and also staining Teng Yunshen's arm, and the burning sensation climbed up. The sorcerer's blood seems to be poisonous.

The wizard grabbed the wand that he had thrown away in too much panic. His movements were so fast that Teng Yunshen couldn't even tell if he was bending down to pick up his wand or if he was using a trick like telekinesis.

The wand was aimed at Teng Yunshen, which was very close and did not need water as a conductor. The wizard had not yet figured out what had changed in an instant, and the inertia honed over the years of fighting had prompted him to subconsciously decide to try the power of the lightning strike again.

Teng Yunshen slapped away the wand, and at the same time grabbed another piece of glass shard, freshly baked, with a slight current. He circled behind the wizard who was staggering from the sudden loss of magic. Teng Yunshen clutched the glass shard tightly and nailed it to the back of the wizard's head. Click!

His hands hurt terribly, wizard's blood, sharp glass, blinding red...... He snapped at the flocculent red energy, and the electricity was released from the shards of glass, blasting the wizard into a daze.

Teng Yunshen jumped high, the red energy boosting his athleticism in all aspects, he jumped high, and then fell down heavily, stepping on the wizard's head.

The wizard raised his hissing wand. He subconsciously resisted and destroyed Teng Yunshen's mana, and the mantra was unresolved in the latter's mouth, and he couldn't finish a sentence for a long time.

Teng Yunshen tried to associate thunder and lightning with another image, but he rarely approached the snake and could not grasp its qualities. Boom boom. The red energy buzzed in his veins, urging him to free his true name, further preventing him from binding his true name again.

The wand hit Teng Yunshen with electric light. He screamed and fell out, rolling pitifully in the snow, like a plastic bag driven by a strong wind.

What next? Teng Yunshen gasped cautiously, he wanted to gasp for breath, but he was afraid that doing so would tear his chest open. All that was left was his own wheezing, and the sound of snow, faint, but aggressive—he had to get out of here at once.

Teng Yun delved into the first world. Almost at the same time, the wizard also appeared in his field of vision. The wizard turned sluggishly, his head bloodied, making his majestic face look hideous and comical. Teng Yun was convinced that the kick just now had cracked the wizard's skull, otherwise the latter would not have looked so clumsy.

The red energy vanished, fleetingly, weakly pushing his limbs hard...... But he still stared at the wizard angrily.

It's just a bluff. Teng Yunshen twitched and hooked his toes, the power of anger could not last, but the sequelae caused by excessive physical consumption remained. His spine was churning and aching, and something was wrong.

A voice said, "It's over." There was almost no emotion in the calm voice, like the most inconspicuous stroke of an oil painting. However, that was also the last one. He said, "It's over." All the intense colors and intense emotions came to an end as his voice fell.

Professor Ash walked out of the room. The old man's pace was steady, but not at all reassuring. He also had a silver-white gun stuck in his chest, flickering brightly, blood pouring from the wound, soaking his clothes and leaving a jumble of dark patches on the pure light gray.

The wizard swooped down on Professor Gray in a hurry, his feet slipping and staggering, as if he would fall to the ground at any moment. In reality, however, he was menacing, strong-willed, almost unstoppable—almost.

Professor Gray pulled the blood-stained spear out of his chest, and waved it lightly. Professor Ash swung the barrel of his gun as if he were wielding a sharp knife. The wizard was cut open at once, and it was neatly divided into two sections, making one wonder if this was a shot that was processed by the master of plasma cinema himself.

Blood fell on Teng Yunshen's face...... The stinging pain is fleeting. He wiped his face in frustration, turned around, and saw Jiang Xiaoxiao and the forest witch running over.

"Thank you for coming. Professor Ash said kindly, in the same tone as ever, as he patted the wound nonchalantly, "You seem to have gotten used to this role, Warrior...... And I'm too old to have solved it earlier...... My old fellow is dead, right?"

Teng Yunshen nodded: "I'm sorry. ”

Professor Ash sighed, and it was only then that an old look crept up his countenance, like dust from which there was nowhere to escape in the sun.

"Retribution is a superstitious saying, but sometimes you are ......," the old man examined the sorcerer's corpse, "the man who came to kill me was another old friend of mine, who thought I was too weak...... He may be right, I shouldn't give up the power of a great wizard so easily. ”