Teng Yunshen cut off the key from himself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info What he did was like unplugging a socket, the magic fell silent, and the key lost its lethal volume. It became a key, not a sword, and it swirled at the pinch of the shadows.

It was as if the shadow puppet mage was participating in a tug-of-war competition, and he went all out, while Teng Yunshen on the opposite side suddenly let go of the rope in his hand.

The shadow puppet mage almost fell. Teng Yunshen opened fire on him. One, two, three...... The impact of the bullet tossed the shadow puppet mage to the ground. He slammed into the locker, dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, and painful as he sang loudly and loudly in his body.

Teng Yunshen approached quickly.

The shadow puppet mage unleashes his mana and pins the opponent's shadow and thus the opponent's body. Teng Yunshen shot him in the top of the head, and instead of hitting the lamp directly, the bullet hit the nearby ceiling, setting off a shockwave. The lights flickered violently, and Teng Yunshen's shadow changed with it, and the wizard couldn't grasp the changes in an instant.

Teng Yunshen fired another shot, and the bullet penetrated the shadow puppet mage's eyebrows, pierced the back of his head, and touched the locker. The defensive magic flew up and slammed Teng Yunshen's pistol.

The heat of the pistol was gone, and the young wizard knew that he could not continue shooting. It doesn't matter, though. He picked up his arm and slammed the shadow puppeteer's head with his grip, smashing and smashing. The shadow puppeteer's fingers plunged into his abdomen, and he didn't do anything.

Blood splattered, splashing Teng Yunshen's expressionless face. The lights are dim and bright, adding to the terrifying atmosphere. His face is a ...... The face of the killer.

The shadow puppet mage was afraid, but it was too late. Teng Yunshen's shadow fell on his slowly falling body, turning into a bloodthirsty demon. They gnawed at him. The shadow puppet mage poured magic power into his fingertips, piercing Teng Yunshen's heart, and then completely collapsed.

Teng Yunshen once felt that life had left his body. Like a broken balloon, the vitality hula hula ran into the air, running far away, leaving only an empty shell.

The shadow puppet mage is dead, and he's dying.

Teng Yunshen put on his glasses. Blood was flowing everywhere, red was flowing everywhere, and he absorbed the red energy, which could not heal the wounds, but could overdraw his body, dragging him all the way like a tireless crazy horse.

He began to try to mend his wounds. Spells can be complex at times, and simple at times. Sometimes, all it takes is focus, intuition, and imagination.

Little by little, he expelled the remaining magic of the shadow puppet mage from his body. He came back to life.

Teng Yunshen never imagined that it would be so comforting for the shadow to lie on the floor in peace. When the shadow mage tried to burn his shadow, he seemed to be buried under the sand, withering in the arms of the lightless heat. Now, the shadow is back, and he's ...... again Complete. Everything.

He collects the things of the wizards.

The coins were full of mana, but he couldn't extract them. Su Ruiwen told him that in order to use the belt, he had to undergo a body modification.

Still, he can get help. Magic Coins can provide two types of mana, the mana stored by wizards and the mana of metal.

Teng Yunshen found a steel magic coin. He tried to extract the magic of steel. He seemed to be pulling out a big tree, the magic was alive, he touched its breath, but he just couldn't take it out, the magic was firmly rooted in the coin.

He soon realized that this might be due to the wrong magic coin. This coin stores the wizard's mana, and if he drains the mana of the steel, it will change the material of the coin, damaging the mana stored in it.

Teng Yunshen put away the coin, and then picked up the bullet casings and warheads that had been shot out. Bullets are made of steel, and they may come in handy in a critical moment.

He found something else. He put on a metal glove and locked the rest of the loot in a cabinet with big feet to keep them from falling into the hands of his enemies. It was dangerous to summon strange and strange magic weapons at will, and besides, he left behind two Winter Pots, which he believed were the most powerful weapons in the hands of a dead wizard.

Teng Yunshen has been paying attention to the movement of the voice. He expected to hear something different, but the howl of the bitter cold destroyed all movement.

He waited a few minutes...... The heartbeat has calmed from the intensity of the dying throes, but the situation has not changed.

Teng Yunshen took his pistol and walked to the hall. The battle continues, and he can stay in the storage room and occupy the vantage ground until the end of the battle. But that's just accepting an outcome, not being part of it. Another possibility is also worth considering, if the enemies have their hands free to clean him up, it will not be just a wizard who has come. He checked the storage room and there was no way back, he didn't like to put himself in a passive situation.

And six bullets, which if it goes well, it's enough to clean up a wizard. But he had to deal with more than just one wizard. He might be able to open things up if he makes good use of the Pot of Winter, but he can't rely on it entirely. The power of the cold was so terrifying that Teng Yunshen was afraid that his attack would cause accidental injury.

He bent down, and then he sprang out with an arrow.

Frozen. The sound of winter ran behind him, and Teng Yunshen quickly turned around and fired. The first bullet missed, and the second hit the wizard in the chest.

It was only at this time that he trembled in order to pass by death.

He continued to fire, sending another bullet into the wizard's heart. The wizard fell to the ground, his body bent almost ninety degrees. He curled up and rolled a few times, making Teng Yunshen unable to aim.

The wizard holds the Pot of Winter, but is unable to fight back. He drove the sound of winter and pursued the fleeing survivors, and Teng Yunshen emerged from an unexpected corner, catching him off guard.

He couldn't just call back the sound of winter. Teng Yunshen may or may not be able to avoid it, the key is that he is not sure if he can make the always angry Sound of Winter brake in time, if the Sound of Winter does not stop from a safe distance, he will be in danger.

Teng Yunshen let go of the finger that was pressing the trigger. Three shots in a row was still a burden for him.

The wizard locked onto the swivel chair that had fallen at his feet. He pushed its weight, the chair slid out, and he grabbed it again. The swivel chair stands between the two people, creating a barrier. The wizard's skillful hand made Teng Yun deeply amazed.

Teng Yunshen stuffed something into his mouth, then jumped up and jumped over the swivel chair.

The light roared before his eyes. The wizard activated the submachine gun hidden in his coat, and the flames and metal shards erupted hoarsely, piercing him with nowhere to run.