"What? You're a Magister, too! How is that possible? Your age..." In the face of Han Feng's sudden outburst, He Wushu could be said to be unexpected. After all, Han Feng's age is there, and it is definitely not much older. Reaching the seventh order at this age is indeed a bit incredible.

Although he was surprised, He Wushu was an experienced old mage after all, and his strength had also reached the seventh order. In that moment, he forcibly moved a few inches to the side to prevent himself from being killed on the spot. Even if he flashed at the end and was not hit by Han Feng on the spot, Han Feng still pulled out a bloody hole in his left chest with his hand.

The above actions are complicated to say, but they actually happen in a short split second. Seeing He Wuving's series of reactions, even Han Feng had to secretly praise in his heart. Appreciating He Wuving's reaction in his heart, Han Feng's movements in his hands were not slow at all. He Wushu was already seriously injured at this time, and in order to prevent him from jumping off the wall in a hurry, Han Feng did not immediately launch a fatal attack, but kicked him away.

"Wow, wow······"

It wasn't until He Wudi vomited blood and fell to the ground that the others present reacted. Some people screamed and ran around, some wanted to make a move on Han Feng, and some people pretended to be calm and stood in place.

"Up!"

The reaction of the He family was more consistent, after seeing that He Wudi was injured in a sneak attack, except for He Shaolong, the juniors ran towards his grandfather, and everyone else attacked Han Feng. Especially He Wuving's sons, after seeing their father injured, they all attacked Han Feng, the culprit. On the one hand, he wanted to avenge his father, but on the other hand, he wanted to block Han Feng and prevent him from hurting He Wushu again.

Coincidentally, He Wuving's sons are fire, water, wind, and earth, and none of the two people's attributes are the same. For a moment, flames, wind blades, whirlwinds, earth thorns, flying rocks, flowing waves, and all kinds of magic came at him. At the same time, ****** simultaneously took out his weapon in his hand and rushed towards Han Feng.

"Don't measure yourself!" Han Feng didn't pay attention to their attack at all, and looked vigilantly at He Wushu who was covering his wounds. For the attack of a few people, he was indifferent, and it seemed that he did not pay attention to the attack of several people at all.

At the moment when the attack was about to hit Han Feng's body, a terrifying cold aura rolled out. Suddenly, Han Feng's body turned into a white expanse, and a thick white mist completely covered his figure in it. The people who attacked were stunned when they saw this, they didn't know what the other party was trying to do. People always have a sense of awe for the unknown. In the case that they couldn't see clearly in the white fog at all, they inevitably felt a little uneasy in their hearts. However, when they remembered their father's wounds, all their anxiety was burned away by anger, and their attacks were once again strengthened.

Although the people of the He family were a little uneasy about not being able to see the situation in the white fog clearly, they believed that under such a fierce attack by their own people, the other party would definitely not be able to make any waves. After all, Han Feng's age was there, and he lived with himself, and they felt that even if he started cultivating magic from his mother's womb, he would not be so powerful. At most, it is the sixth order, otherwise, there is no need to use the method of sneak attack to deal with his father.

They hadn't yet become Magisters, and they didn't know how big a gap there was between the sixth and seventh orders. If Han Feng only had a sixth-order, even if he had a mental calculation or an unintentional situation, he would not be able to break through He Invincible's defense. There has always been a saying among magicians that "the seventh order is the dividing line between the strong and the weak of magicians", and this is not unfounded. Wizards of the Seventh Order began to understand the nature of magic and learned to control the elements with ease. However, magicians below the seventh order can only perform magic step by step. It is also a first-order fireball technique, and the fireball used by a sixth-order magician can only have the power of first-order magic, and if it is used by a seventh-order magician, this fireball can even reach the power of seventh-order magic at most. The sixth order to the seventh order is not only a difference in magical power, but also an essential difference.

Just when the He family was full of confidence in their attack, thinking that this damn guy would fall in the combined attack of several of their brothers, their father He Wudi's face changed drastically. "Come back! The other party is a magister!"

Not only the He brothers who rushed forward, but everyone present was taken aback. Han Feng looked like he was only in his twenties at most, and he had actually reached the seventh order, especially the He family brothers, in their hearts, they had always been in awe of their father's strength. For the mage who is the same seventh order as his father, he naturally has an extraordinary fear.

After learning that the opponent in front of him and the others was a seventh-order demon master like his father, their momentum first leaked a little. However, their attack at this time has been used up, and it is impossible to retreat, so they can only continue to attack.

The majestic magic met the ethereal white mist, like a pebble thrown into the sea, and disappeared without even a wave. And the weapons that several people shot out with all their strength, looking at the white mist, were like slashing into the air, directly penetrating into it.

Suddenly, they felt themselves slashed into the real thing. But before they could rejoice, they were replaced by astonishment. Because, at all, it doesn't feel like being cut on a physical body, but like being slashed on some extremely hard object, making a sound like the sound of gold and iron.

They were shocked, this was absolutely wrong!, but before they could react, a powerful magic burst out from the white mist. It was like a hurricane passing through it, pushing several people away in an instant. The strange thing was that in such a violent burst of magic power, the white mist didn't even have any fluctuations.

The brothers of the He family did not dare to go up again, and were about to obey their father's orders and retreat to a safe place first. Two crescent-shaped cold lights erupted from the white mist, attacking the people of the He family with lightning speed. The He brothers only had time to block the weapon in front of them, and the cold light had already arrived.

Seeing that they were blocking the cold light with their weapons, several people breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was reluctant for them to fight with a seventh-order magus, it was better than being hit directly. Just when a few people breathed a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred, and the cold light that attacked them at great speed turned a corner in the incredible eyes of everyone, and slashed strangely from the dead corner to several people.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the cold cold light tore out hideous bloody wounds on the bodies of several people without the slightest drag, and the wounds were deep and bone-deep. If it weren't for the fact that a few people had already retreated and had already withdrawn and retreated, they would have been cut in two. However, even if a few people escaped with their lives in the must-kill hit, they were also seriously injured. As long as you make up for the blow, you can easily kill them.

Seeing this scene, He Wudi couldn't sit still. With the support of his own grandsons, he guarded several injured sons in front of him, and his momentum belonging to the Magister was fully displayed. "Why am I invincible and ask myself that I have no grudges with you in the past, and no enmity in the near future, why do you want to deal with me so deliberately?"

An extremely overwhelming momentum erupted from He Wudi's body, shocking the audience. The momentum was so strong that Han Feng, who was a seventh-order demon master, also felt a tightness in his chest. He was shocked in his heart, sure enough, even if he was the same magister, there would still be a gap in strength. No, maybe it's because they are both magicians above the seventh order, and the gap in strength between the same ranks is so big. Perhaps, the higher the level of magicians, the greater the gap in strength between the same ranks. On the contrary, the difference in strength between mages of the same rank below the sixth rank will not be too large.

Sneak attack was originally a means he used to save effort just in case. Unexpectedly, this trick saved his life. Judging from this old guy's current momentum, if he starts a battle with He Wushu head-on, he is likely to lose. However, no matter how strong He Wu's momentum is now, it can only be regarded as the end of a strong crossbow. Han Feng's move directly hit him at the vital point. If you treat it now, there is still a chance to save it. However, will Han Feng give him a chance?

"It is true that there is no grudge in the near future, but there may not be no grudge in the past. With Han Feng's words, the white mist that had been protecting him gradually dissipated, revealing the true face of Lushan that had been covered.

The person is still the same person, but the image is completely different. Covered in solid ice crystal armor, with sharp ice spikes sticking out of the armor, it looks like a heavy battle fortress full of murder weapons. The most striking thing is that behind him, there are a pair of huge, cold ice crystal wings. These crystal clear ice crystal wings extended from behind and closed in front of Han Feng, wrapping his whole body in the wings.

Attentive people can see that there is still a trace of scarlet left on the ice crystal feathers at the very end of the wings. It can be seen that the injuries on the He brothers' bodies are the credit of the ice crystal wings. Judging from the situation when they were injured just now, Han Feng should be able to manipulate the pair of ice crystal wings behind him as he wants, and control them to attack or defend as he wants.

Han Feng raised his head, and the wings behind him also stretched out at the same time. These pair of ice crystal wings were very wide, stretching out for nearly five meters, no wonder they could wrap Han Feng's entire body. With the spread of his wings, a chilling momentum surged out from Han Feng's body, and he was-for-tat with He Wuyi. Although Han Feng's momentum is not as great as He Wuwu's, it is not far behind, and he will not fall behind for the time being.

"How do you say this?" Seeing that the momentum could not suppress the other party, He Wushu gradually reined in the momentum on his body. "Although I am old, I have not yet developed Alzheimer's. In my impression, there has never been a person like you, did you recognize the wrong person, or did you listen to other people's words and come to our troubles. ”

"Of course we haven't seen each other. However, I will never find the wrong person. Han Feng flapped his wings and assumed an attacking posture. "How's that? This is a trick I have for you. Don't worry, I'll let you die. Before you die, I will definitely tell you why. ”

He Wushu had a cautious look on his face! Although he was confident that he would defeat the opponent in front of him, it was only for him in his heyday. In his current state, the situation is not promising. For him, it's better not to fight if he can. However, judging from Han Feng's attitude, he is definitely determined to fight.

As an old magician who has been mingling among magicians all year round, He Wushu understands that this battle is inevitable. He scolded Han Feng and all the people related to this matter in his heart, but on the surface, he still looked calm and light. Since it is unavoidable, it is necessary to deal with it in the best condition. He's not afraid to face a fight, he just doesn't want to fight a pointless fight. Has he experienced fewer battles over the years?