"It seems that in the end, I still have to fight!" He Wushu shook his robe, waved his hand and pushed He Shaolong, who was standing beside him, away, and let him leave his side. The battle between the two magisters, even the aftermath of the battle, was not something that a mid-level mage could withstand.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry!" He Shaolong said to He Wuyi in a curtled manner. "It's all my fault, otherwise you wouldn't have been hurt. ”

"Alas!" He Wushu sighed. "It's useless to say anything now. No matter what happens, I can't watch you die. Because, we are relatives. If there is anything, let's wait until this matter is over. ”

"What a scene of harmony!" Sharp crampons spread out from the ice crystal armor on Han Feng's arm, enveloping his hands. "It's a pity, this happiness, I will destroy it with my own hands today. ”

"Hmph, aren't they just some untouchables?" Seeing that the negotiations were no longer effective, He Shaolong's attitude immediately changed drastically. "It's up to you, who still want to seek revenge on our family? ”

"Untouchables!" Han Feng laughed angrily. "Good, good. That's what you think. Do you think that I won't be able to kill you if you hide behind the old ghost of the He family? But it doesn't matter, anyway, you all have to die, at the hands of the untouchables you look down on. ”

When He Wushu heard what He Shaolong said, he secretly screamed in his heart. Isn't this adding fuel to the fire? Although he is confident that he can defeat the other party, it will not be easy to deal with a mage of the same level. His grandson is so provocative, in case the other party makes up his mind to break the net, he is not sure that he will protect everyone.

Considering the extent of the injuries on my body, it may be a problem if it drags on for too long. At the same time, in order to seize the opportunity, He Wushu decided to strike first. With a shake of his hand, he took out a long sword that emitted a blue light, and waved his hand to create two crescent-shaped wind blades. The sharp blade of the wind slashed across the ground with a sharp "whoosh" sound, leaving straight scratches on the solid bluestone floor.

"Hmph!" In the face of He Shaolong's demonstrative-like behavior, Han Feng slowly stretched the ice crystal wings behind his back, and a trace of white gas swirled around him, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. The air exhaled by everyone suddenly turned white.

The ice crystal wings pointed forward, and endless ice feathers shot out from the wings. Ice feathers shoot out of their wings and spawn as if they were endless. In fact, as long as Han Feng still had magical power, this Ice Feather was indeed endless. Despite being called Ice Feathers, each Ice Feather looks more like a short Ice Blade. Although it was only a covering attack, the power of a single Ice Feather was not strong, but the volley of Ice Feather was enough to kill any mage who had not reached the seventh order.

Faced with an attack that was enough to kill a high-level magician, He Wuving, who was also a magister, was not in a hurry. He flicked his sword lightly, and rolled up a tornado towards the Ice Feather. The sharp wind blade cut mottled and interlaced cuts on the bluestone floor.

"Boom!"

Under the intersection of the ice and wind, the ice chips flew one after another, and the strong wind overflowed! The smoke generated by the explosion filled the field, covering up Han Feng and his invincible figure. Han Feng threw his arms in front of him, flapping his huge ice crystal wings, and the whole person flew forward. After the confrontation just now, he already understood that if he wanted to defeat He Wushu in magic, the difficulty was not ordinary. After all, this old guy has been a magister for decades, and his penance and magical attainments are not comparable to his rookie magister.

Since you don't have an advantage in magic, it's better not to compete in magic. Han Feng is not a pedantic person, knowing that he is inferior to others, he still insists on fighting with the other party's strengths. His purpose is revenge, not a competition, as long as he can kill the enemy. As for what method was used, it didn't matter, he didn't care.

Han Feng's hands covered with ice armor reached forward, and the crampons stirred, and the wind and clouds changed, stirring up the entire area of smoke. However, Han Feng's sudden attack was empty, and He Wushu did not choose to stay where he was. Before he could react, a cold killing intent enveloped him.

Damn! Han Feng, who sensed that something was wrong, immediately withdrew and retreated. Two shadowless and invisible wind blades brushed his scalp dangerously. The attack came from behind! The ice crystal wings on Han Feng's body snapped and thrust backwards like two spears. The ice feathers on the ice crystal wings burst out in rage.

However, the wings of the ice crystals also hit the air. Han Feng turned around, and the ice crystal wings closed, narrowly blocking the wind blade that was sneaking in. The Ice Feather squirted, but it was empty again. The other party obviously used the strategy of missing a blow and immediately fleeing, so that Han Feng couldn't touch him at all. The counterattack is ineffective, and if you don't react, it is easy for the opponent to seize the opportunity, and the blow is fatal.

The enemy is dark and the opportunity has been lost, and these smoke are really annoying. In the blink of an eye, Han Feng's movements were not slow at all. Fighting to agitate the wings of the ice crystals behind him, the bitter cold wind swept the whole field, forcing the smoke back.

As the smoke gradually cleared, the scene in the field gradually appeared in front of Han Feng's eyes. As the smoke cleared, Han Feng was also vigilantly guarding his surroundings. Because, the other party is likely to take advantage of this opportunity to sneak attack. However, this time he was wrong, He Wushu did not take the opportunity to sneak attack. The field was calm, only the smoke slowly dispersed under the cold wind.

Suddenly, Han Feng's ears moved. In a trance, he seemed to hear some unknown noise in the field. However, now the smoke in the field has not completely dispersed, and He Wuxian's figure is not clear, and Han Feng does not dare to act rashly.

As the smoke dissipated, He Wuxian's figure was slowly revealed, his body was covered with heavy wind armor, the long sword in his hand flashed with misty blue light, his expression was solemn, and he kept chanting incantations in his mouth. For the Magus, ordinary magic can already be silently delivered without being driven by spells. If a Magister is required to chant a spell while casting a spell, it can only be at the seventh level or higher.

Once the magic reaches the seventh order, the power will increase by a large level. For this reason, magicians tend to refer to magic above the seventh order as magic magic, which distinguishes it from ordinary magic.

Seeing He Wudi's solemn appearance, Han Feng could guess without thinking about it that this old thing was definitely using magic magic. This was very bad news for him. Magic techniques can only be mastered and used by a magic master, and Han Feng is a magic master promoted in the Death Ice Field, and he has never been exposed to the so-called magic magic technique. If you have to say it, I only heard Xu Lao mention it when I was in Deep Blue Academy. However, at that time, he was still very far away from the Magister, and he didn't pay special attention to this news. Originally, he wanted to wait until he ascended to the seventh rank before asking Elder Xu for this knowledge. What I didn't expect was that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.

Although he had heard Xu Lao say that the power of magic magic was far greater than that of ordinary magic, he did not have a practical concept. In addition, after being promoted to a magister, he himself has developed several powerful magics. Therefore, although he was wary of the magic technique mastered by He Wushu in his heart, he was not too worried.

However, at this time, seeing He Wushu using magic magic, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. For a long time, he had been tempered on the ice of death, and his perception of danger was constantly warning him.

Damn! It seems that this magic technique really can't be underestimated! However, Han Feng doesn't know how to do magic magic. The magic he created himself was powerful, but it was unknown how it compared to the orthodox magic. Therefore, the best way is to make He Wushu unable to use magic tricks.

However, judging from the current situation on the field, it is clear that this is very unrealistic. Because, He Wu's magic technique is obviously close to completion. There is no way, now I can only find a way to defend it first, and then use the few tricks I created to fight with He Wuyi.

Ice armor! Ice breath! Extreme freezing! Han Feng added three magic spells to himself in one go, protecting himself layer by layer, and wrapped himself tightly. When Han Feng did all this well, He Wuving's magic technique was also completed.

He Wuving's expression was solemn, the tip of the long sword in his hand was pointing downward, and the other hand was in the air, and the wind element wandering around seemed to be attracted by something, constantly condensing towards the hand he was holding in the void. Under the guidance of the wind element riot, it was obviously indoors, but a light breeze blew for no reason, from scratch, from small to large.

Not long after, a cyan spear appeared in He Wuyi's hand, the color changed from light to dark, and the wind element wrapped around it became stronger and stronger. In the end, the entire spear was wrapped in an extremely concentrated wind element, and the dense green qi seemed to be real and illusory. As long as the spear moves slightly, it will immediately make the wind on the ground, stirring up the fierce wind and howling.

To say that Han Feng was also a little helpless now, he was not sure that he would use ordinary defensive magic to block He Wu's magic technique. So, just do the opposite and use attack magic to enhance the power of defense magic. If it's ordinary magic, this practice is difficult to achieve. However, if it's ice magic, it's much easier to do that.

First, use defensive magic, and then use a spell similar to Cryoseal on the ice created by the defensive magic, increasing the strength of the ice, thus enhancing the defensive magic. After all, it was the first time for Han Feng to do such a thing, and he was so excited that he directly sealed himself into the ice. Now, the defense is enough, but if no one breaks the ice that blocks him, it will really take some effort to get out.

Fortunately, He Wushu didn't notice his current predicament, and waved his hand to throw the storm spear that had been condensed properly. If you want to talk about the power of this magic technique, it is really not ordinarily amazing. The turquoise storm spear had just left He Wuyi's control, and Han Feng felt that he was locked by a powerful force. In his perception, no matter how much he dodged, he would never be able to dodge the Storm Spear. The hairs all over his body stood on end at the same time, the reaction of his body and soul when they sensed danger.

Could it be that what kind of magic trick can break through this heavy protection? Han Feng, who had originally had a lot of confidence in his defensive means, suddenly had no bottom.

The Storm Spear flew in with a violent storm like a meteor falling from the sky. The speed is so fast, the momentum is so strong, it blasts a passage directly into the air. This passage is entirely due to the fact that the speed of the Storm Spear is too fast, and the air does not have time to replenish, forming a vacuum. The bluestone-paved floor was also silently forced by the wind to open a shallow ravine.

Seeing this, Han Feng knew that with these few magic spells on his body, he would never be able to make himself unscathed under the storm spear. But now he doesn't have time for anything else. In desperation, Han Feng could only block his ice crystal wings in front of him, and poured all the magic power on his body into the armor and wings.

Sure enough, as Han Feng expected, the Storm Spear had not yet touched the defensive magic on its body, and the cold ice that had been carefully strengthened by Han Feng began to crack under the pressure of the wind. In the face of this invincible magic technique, all the ice and snow that was triple strengthened could only block it slightly, and then it was destroyed like a withering and decaying spell.