Teng Yunshen took his attention away from the paper ball, and he released his second real name. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info heavy and hard tombstones smash people into the tomb.

The shadow puppet mage who was pushed off the cliff by Teng Yunshen returned to the physical world. Taking on the sport of bungee jumping is undoubtedly a very exciting adventure. Teng Yunshen walked past him and cut his neck with his hand, so that he didn't have to worry about his heart beating too fast.

Immediately after that, the first real name also left the tombstone. The rest of it turned into a fluttering shadow and flew towards its master. Teng Yunshen let go of the shadow magic and couldn't kick it away like before, but through the solder magic, Teng Yunshen still quickly welded it with his own shadow.

The shadow puppet mage subconsciously absorbs the magic of the shadows around him. The Iron Mage is dead, and his shadow is weakly poisonous, just the right resource to use. Teng Yunshen is not. The shadows of the two had a violent chemical reaction, forming a new highly toxic substance, and the shadow puppet mage lost his head in a daze, not bothering to filter out the poison mixed in it, he absorbed the poisonous shadow, and soon died.

Someone pointed the muzzle of the gun at Teng Yunshen.

If he is in a state of full concentration, it may not be difficult to dodge the bullet that hits him next. But he had to see and listen, not just watch for someone who might be carrying a firearm. Instinct prompted Teng Yunshen to tilt his head at the last moment. The bullet struck him in his left ear.

Immediately afterwards, the gunner pulled the trigger again.

Teng Yunshen saw clearly through the firelight the metal products that the other party was holding in his hand. Unlike the noisy modern weapons, it seems to have been made by an artist, not a worker, and every element that composes it comes from a time when it didn't actually exist, imbued with a so-called classical temperament, perfect for expelling demons.

The bullet pierced Teng Yunshen's throat. The solder lacked enough hardness to rely on the material of this magic alloy to withstand attacks. Teng Yunshen put his gaze into the muzzle of the black hole. He discarded all superfluous minutiae in order to capture the purest imagery of a firearm.

The two shots drained the gunner's mana, forcing him to pause the attack.

A bird of prey, symbolizing a bad omen, broke free from the gunman's five fingers. Its gaze was terrifying, like a strange pagan god. The gunman screamed. He is a murderous gangster, but his courage is not proportional to the fear he brings to his victims.

Teng Yun had difficulty breathing deeply, but he still had a clear mind and knew how to fight his way out of the encirclement.

The bird of prey spread its majestic wings and turned into a majestic rock. It fell from mid-air, crushing one fragile flesh after another. The way it kills is more efficient than ever.

Teng Yunshen tightly covered the bullet hole in his neck with one hand. Mist-like elixir erupted from it, and the desperate but useless elves passed through Teng Yunshen's fingers, flowing from his scorching body into the cold night.

Several reckless wizards approached Teng Yunshen, who looked like he was dying, from behind.

He threw a line of gravity that stuck to the triumphant raptor. The next thing that fell into his hands was a black pistol.

The noise ran through Teng Yunshen's crippled left ear, and he couldn't hear to catch the enemy out of his field of vision—but he hurried a shot behind him.

The magic of the solder surged out along the trajectory. The bullet made a sharp turn and struck the nearest alloy mage.

Through the element of luster, Teng Yunshen welded the glittering bullet with the glittering wizard. The carefully concocted poison quickly devoured the other party's health.

He bought himself a moment of space.

Teng Yunshen continued to think. He and his enemies, desperate to get out of the status quo, are transported back to the old days by a dimly lit hall. The pain of powerlessness spreads through their bodies. They seem to have gone back in time. They were young and had no long things, and they were still insignificant small characters at that time. The rules and regulations of the world are like shackles one after another, making them ambitious and tormented.

The god of youth died quietly in the corner of the room.

The gloomy and barren life is like layers of cobwebs, obscuring her amazing beauty.

Teng Yunshen is familiar with this kind of pain.

Unlike evil wizards, he does not possess over-inflated desires. But this does not mean that he looks down on the world like the enlightened people, and has no desires or desires. Today's he has a supernatural heart, which is naturally extraordinary. In the past, he was probably no different from most young people. He lost his wit, was at a loss in his prime, and suffered more than the insatiable villains.

Anxiety makes up this hypothetical house. The more people trapped in it want to leave, the more they can't.

These wizards who worked for the Black Sword Society did not join the army out of noble motives such as defending their home and country. They weren't even real fighters. They gather only to gain advantage of being outnumbered. At the end of the day, they lack dedication, they are hedonistic, and even if they are aggressive, they are essentially nothing more than a ragtag group. In their dictionary, frustration itself is frustration.

They had just evacuated the battlefield and couldn't wait to return to their cozy lairs. But Teng Yunshen suddenly appeared, making it impossible for them to succeed.

The god of time awakens in the death of the god of youth.

He is a shooter with every shot, and no one, anything, or thing can escape his bow and arrows.

The God of Time aimed at a Black Sword Society wizard, who had just discovered Teng Yunshen's location and was about to call for his accomplices to attack him.

Arrows that came and went without a trace passed through the wizard's throat, taking precious time with them. He was unharmed, but he wasted his time, doing nothing, and no one heard his voice.

The hesitant wizard was kicked into the dusty mirror by Teng Yunshen. Just like when dealing with enemies before, through the attribute of volume, Teng Yunshen welded two one-sided things, shadow and mirror, forming a geometric progression of stickiness, capturing the wizard who was caught off guard.

The god of time put another arrow on his bow.

Teng Yunshen smashed the mirror. The wizard who fell into the mirror world had to spend more time on the way home. However, this does not seem to help. The enemy has already discovered him.

The god of time loosens the bowstring.

Teng Yunshen unloaded the magic of solder. He regained consciousness in his flesh and blood. Sickness ensued, striking him down.

Then, he turned into an unexpected rain that seeped into the dim tones of the house.