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The evil sorcerer is dying. He has nothing to worry about. However, the other team is also their enemy. There was a brief time together, and it was only a stopgap measure. Green's followers and the guardians of the Three Kings Ruins are still at odds.

Teng Yunshen raised a finger and motioned for the ritual mage to stop and keep a safe distance. Now, another cordon is drawn between the two. He is in a bad state, and the other party is about to move, and the situation is on the verge of breaking out. He survived the most difficult moments, but that doesn't mean he will survive to the end.

Strength and weakness are important criteria, but they are not the whole story. And who can tell which side is weaker and which side is stronger? Even if you ignore the two Transfiguration Mages, the Ritual Mage in front of you is a big trouble, after all, the other party holds the fourth order of mana......

"Don't move. Teng Yunshen warned, and then he moved his gaze back to the evil wizard who rolled over at his feet, "If you dare to move around, you will end up in the same fate as him." ”

The Ritual Mage nodded. "We have no intention of doing anything with you," he looked back at his two accomplices, "you saved us." ”

"Wise decision," Teng Yunshen commented nonchalantly, "that way, we will be able to go home safe and sound." He bent down, as if intent on unplugging the hose that connected the evil wizard's head to torso.

"Of course. The ritual mage said, and immediately after, he stretched out the hand of the demon god to Teng Yunshen. The smoldering granite swelled in his arm. Teng Yun is deeply evasive.

A large, furry hand crawled up from under the shadow of the priest and took him into the palm of his hand.

Teng Yunshen quickly retreated, avoiding the hand of the demon god who had deviated from the original direction by a fraction of a second. He moves surprisingly fast.

The ritual mage snapped the demon's finger.

Teng Yunshen removed the weak outline, it was just a dead shadow. With a deft step, he stepped into the thick shade of greenery.

By the standards of wizards, Teng Yunshen did not suffer heavy losses in the tragic accident. The heartbeat is different from the heartbeat, the evil wizard's strong heartbeat summoned the full-speed impact of the power crew, and Teng Yunshen's heartbeat was dispensable in the pool of blood, it was just a façade.

The Ritual Mage throws a line of gravity behind him. His reaction was accurate and swift, and Teng Yunshen was pushed out as soon as he left the shadow.

The shapeshifters held their breath. It was a battle between a third-order wizard and a fourth-order wizard, but they couldn't intervene. Whether it is a battle mage or a ritual mage, it is far beyond their imagination.

The ritual mage's gaze on them was just distracting Teng Yunshen. He attacked with arrogance, and they could not cooperate.

Teng Yunshen only has two legs, but he moves like an eight-legged spider, the spider steps on the transparent spider silk, and Teng Yunshen steps on the shadow of a trance.

He picked up the key he had dropped earlier, and then ducked into the Shadow Kingdom again.

The ritual mage picks up his shadow. He was not a shadow puppeteer, but he was able to watch over his shadow under the ravages of darkness.

His shadow rose from the shadow world like a light smoke, and it was straight. Teng Yunshen, who had no way to cling, fell to the ground, exposed to the bright moonlight. He lifted the key and barely blocked the hand of the demon god.

The ritual mage tugged hard and snatched away the enemy's weapon. Even a shapeshifter mage can't wrestle with him, let alone a weak shadow puppet mage?

He received the power of the magic sword. The sword is not made of precious metals and gemstones, but it is still fascinating. The evil wizard's butcher's knife is so indestructible that even his demon god's hand is no match for it, but the magic sword is on par with it.

The magic sword called out to the ritual mage, urging him to go into a certain time and place. There is a safe haven, there is a fortress, calm and carefree. The ceremonial mage stepped in. Time quiets down.

Teng Yunshen was sinking half of his body into the shadow. And under the concentration of the Lord of the Demon Sword, he has nothing to hide. The shadow trapped him like solidified asphalt.

The ritual mage took a step. The magic sword tore through his rock-solid demon god's hand, as if someone had slipped high explosives into this strangely shaped arm. He hurriedly threw away the magic sword. The rampaging evil wizard turned a deaf ear to the sword's misdirection, but let the thoughtful man fall into a trap.

Teng Yunshen stood up with the shadow of killing.

The moment he was hit by a train, he understood the magic of this phantom. Under the shadow of killing, everything becomes not only fragile, but also more destructive.

He detonated the murderous Phantom.

The texture of the porcelain is like a laser-drawn toner, seeping into his skin with clarity and distinctness. The whole world has become unbearable again. The dead leaves under his feet were as sharp as the tip of a knife, and the choking air burned in his lungs.

Teng Yunshen slashed down the superform summoned by the sacrificial mage with one palm. The fragility conferred by the Shadow of Slaughter is not revealed in the process of total destruction. His palms are almost intact.

The priest mage had a retreat in his heart. He is very calm, and the grind of the past has allowed him to deal with crises in an orderly manner - but that doesn't mean he can get through them.

If you use the hand of the demon god flexibly, you can naturally split Teng Yunshen apart. However, wizards who have similar thoughts are dead. He didn't want to be one of them.

Teng Yunshen held the magic sword.

The ritual mage threw away his shadow to increase his speed. For wizards other than shadow puppet mages, the shadow that sticks to their body is a burden.

He stepped back, dodging Teng Yunshen's lateral slash.

"Run!" he finally had a chance to give a concise instruction.

Crackling. The electrical rod in the lightning mage's hand lit up again. The male Transfiguration mage leaps to his feet. Teng Yunshen gave him a deep push and pushed him back into place. The lightning mage swung his squeaky stick.

Lightning fell behind the ritual mage, igniting the withering of the depths of winter. The magic unleashed by the Killing Shadow was still working, and the ritual mage burned like a flammable substance under the heat wave.

Teng Yunshen threw out the magic sword. While. The ritual mage's chest shattered with a crisp sound. He fell, and the flames engulfed him completely.

"Don't kill them!" he said, "they're just ......."

Teng Yunshen shook his head expressionlessly, "I'll let them go once." But, because of your incompetence," he said, "they will soon go down to accompany you." ”

The ritual mage stared at the young wizard standing tall. He saw the inverted virtual image, and the fire of the sun sank into the bottomless sky.