Teng Yunshen was ready. It may be an exaggeration to say that www.biquge.info is preparing, but he at least consciously strengthened himself before launching the attack. He bit down on the warhead and canister, drawing the magic of steel from it.

The luster of steel seeped out from under his skin like water-based paint. He couldn't use the magic of steel as freely as the wizard who almost killed Jiang Xiaoxiao, but all he needed was a momentary sturdiness.

He was shot many times, and fell like a broken kite, hitting the corner of the wall, and his flesh and blood were blurred. The wizard slowly got up, and Teng Yunshen raised his bloody arm and opened fire on him, sending the last three bullets out in one go. One hit the throat, one hit the eye, and one didn't know where it hit. The Voice of Winter sighed and returned to the long-spouted pot in the wizard's hand. The wizard died with a strange smile.

Teng Yunshen was covered with shocking wounds all over his body, especially his legs...... It was as if he had once danced a dance on a minefield. However, his head is well preserved. He can breathe, he can think, he can concentrate.

Stay focused, and he'll be able to use magic. Magic is a fascinating word, and it is an incredible mystical power.

A few months later, he was exposed to it again. At first, he was afraid of magic, he hated demonic magic, and he tried in every possible way to get rid of it. Now, he couldn't wait to call for magic.

Teng Yunshen spat out the steel in his mouth, and they turned into a strange mass of inexplicable substance. The scalding pain crackled like a downpour on his shell. Teng Yunshen grasped the pain and grabbed the shrapnel buried in his body. Extract the mana of steel again.

Luckily, wizards are armed with ordinary submachine guns, not firearms designed specifically for wizards. Although the lethality is extraordinary, it will not leave Teng Yunshen with too much trouble.

The immune system is working, and they are meticulous in rejecting everything that enters the body - except for the elixir, and this fierceness will kill Teng Yunshen. He had to suppress his immune system as much as possible, so that they would not die under his own self-protection.

The steel drained of mana turned into a strange substance, floating out of his flesh like a string of bubbles. He didn't need the sturdiness that steel provides, he just wanted to convert it into a harmless, exotic substance.

Just before he was shot, he knew nothing about this technique. Sometimes that's the case, extreme circumstances force people to learn and learn skills that they can continue to live by. And just half a day ago, he was still memorizing foreign words......

Teng Yunshen put away the strange substances, and subconsciously, he felt that they would come in handy. Of course, he didn't forget about the submachine gun either.

He struggled to move behind a pillar, unwilling to be exposed to enemy fire and be beaten into a hornet's nest for no apparent reason.

Teng Yunshen took out a bronze coin. This coin was the only empty coin that did not contain the wizard's mana, which meant that Teng Yunshen could extract the magic of bronze from it.

He still remembered Jiang Xiaoxiao's explanation with the forest witch. Bronze mages are experts in intelligence, and in the chaos of the battlefield, intelligence is essential.

The magic of bronze gave his shell a luster different from that of steel. His senses were stretched out by the deep energy, stretching out into the unknown. His skin was taut with energy, and blurred lines appeared, more closed and more acute. He could not see the shapes of the distance, he could not hear the voices of the distance, but he saw and heard the messages from the past.

Teng Yunshen observed the footprints of the wizards.

The lights flickered, as light as flowers in the wind. The light reached out of the tentacle-like limbs, touching one footprint after another. Light lifted the footprints that trampled on each other, placing them in a staggered manner on the fourth axis.

Immediately after, a hazy mist burst out of the footprints.

The fog absorbs the light, and the light gives them a centripetal force. They are scattered and gathered on a smaller scale, showing a clearer sense of independence. They are like mirrors cast on the pillars of staircases. The mirrors glowed with a full light, like molten glass foam.

The figure standing on the footprints took a step with the same hands and feet. They had footprints on their feet, as if they were loose shoes.

They begin to speak, and they speak in a fragmented language, upside down. They keep moving, faster and faster...... The phantoms ran around a certain point on the fourth coordinate axis, like a full-power shredder, pulling Teng Yunshen's soul into it.

The young wizard hurriedly tossed away the coin and unleashed the magic of bronze. The apparition vanished, and the scarred but still solid reality returned to his vision. He almost couldn't make a simple gesture like releasing his fingers. As it turns out, magic is still a very esoteric science, and if you are not careful, you will suffer from it.

But he still found some...... Whereabouts.

There are some phantoms whose aura is particularly special, they are the messengers of winter, spreading the cold everywhere, and they drive the breath of frost.

There's one nearby. He was badly wounded, bleeding a lot, and he ran out of bullets.

Teng Yunshen knows where his advantages lie. His body recovers quickly, often unexpectedly.

He crawled up to the wizard's side and examined the body, confirming that he was completely dead. Winter's breath whistled above him, and he didn't even dare to gasp for air, lest he invite death.

The horizontal ice sculptures made his heart tremble. They may still be alive, they may still be conscious, but they can't move, they are at the mercy of others.

Submachine guns are not very easy to use. The most powerful weapon is not necessarily the best. Teng Yunshen threw away the submachine gun, then hid again, hid in another corner, and waited patiently. Just because he regained his mobility doesn't mean he's going to go into battle right away. He deliberately left the third Winter Pot behind and set a trap to let the enemy fall into the trap.

The power of the Winter Pot was irresistible, and he couldn't even control one, but he still carried two with him. Neither the injured sorcerer nor the injured sorcerer will let go of the Pot of Winter. No one minds having an extra lethal weapon in their hands on the battlefield......

He heard a faint grinding sound. The enemy finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Teng Yunshen took out the pot of winter. It takes a moment to summon the power of the Cold, and he believes that time is on his side. He will move faster than his opponent.

Sound from far to near, in the blink of an eye. The wizard glides through the air, as light as a swallow. She swept past Teng Yunshen. Almost at the same time, she threw out the blue lines and pulled up her accomplice's submachine gun. She copied the submachine gun in her hand, and the muzzle of the gun was facing Teng Yunshen.

Bullets will come sooner than the pace of winter. In the next moment, Teng Yunshen would be beaten into a sieve.