Blue, silver, white, and black rays of light bloomed at the same time, and the cheers of the magic elements could almost be heard in the hall where the magic elements were not active, and this was the role of the top gems. The Aotian Knife, the Xuanji Knife, the Shengyao Knife, and the Demon Devouring Knife were successively inserted into the six-pointed stars of the same origin as ice and fire. The six superb magic knives shone with different lights, and there was no need to chant ice chanting spells, nor did he need to do anything deliberately, the six magic knives naturally formed a layer of dense qi, protecting his body in it.

Nian Bing smiled, his eyes were full of sadness, "Prince Rong, at the beginning, my father only took away a Flame God Stone, but this time, I sent you back six superb gems, I think, my father's mistake can be made up." These six gemstones are also a complete substitute for your nurturing affection for him. Our father and son have nothing to do with the Rong family. Today, I'm not going to keep my hand. Although I know that I am not your opponent, I still have to fight with you, even if I die, I will choose to fight to the death. ”

"Ascend, O holy light that runs through the heavens and the earth! Transmogurate, the breath of holy light, in the sparkle of ice and fire, Zhan releases your divine brilliance. Divine Light. Under the effect of Nian Bing's spell, the holy white light on the Saint Yao Sword instantly rose to the extreme, illuminating the entire hall as if it were day.

Divine Light, the purifying Divine Light, is one of the rare attack spells of Light Magic, doubling the attack effect on Dark Creatures and Dark Mages. A huge pillar of white light condensed in front of Nian Bing.

Prince Rong looked at the excited Nian Bing chanting incantation with a calm face, and when he found out that Nian Bing was not using the same magic of ice and fire, but actually the divine light of an eighth-order magic of the light system, his face showed a look of consternation, he never thought that Nian Bing would be able to use the third kind of magic.

However, to Prince Rong's surprise, the chanting of Nian Bing's incantation did not stop, and the Holy Light completely imitated the six-pointed star of ice and fire under the control of his spiritual power, and he continued to chant in his mouth: "Wind of freedom, you are chanting gently. When facing friends, you are as warm as a spring breeze, and in the face of enemies, you are like a cold winter, please lend me your cold limit. "The wind, moved, the blue light of the Aotian Sword rose instantly, the cyan sword light broke through the shackles and went straight into the sky, and the soft groan of the wind of freedom triggered the breath of the wind in the whimper. From soft to urgent, blowing the placket of Nian Bing's body.

"Arrogant ice, cold is your character, hardness is your breath, please merge your cold and hardness into an indestructible blade. "The blue ground light condensed in the fierce wind, turning into a solid blade, this is not a second-order ice blade, but real ice. The replenished ice blade shone with the light of slaughter, and the seventh-order ice broke through the rain.

The role of the divine light is only to act as a barrier protection, and with this eighth-order magic of the light system, Nian Bing is greedy and will not be hit enough by Prince Rong until his spell is completed.

Hurricane ice and rain, every time he used this magic, Nian Bing faced the magician Elder Fengkong of the Martial Saint Realm, although Fengkong was injured at that time, but he was a Martial Saint after all, but there was nothing he could do in front of Nian Bing's magic.

The wind began to spin violently, and the solid skates were constantly merging with the wind. The hurricane has begun the prelude to the outbreak.

"Fire, ice, light, wind. Four kinds of magic. It seems that I am really old. Prince Rong's eyes showed a hint of softness, and with a flash of red light, a long-handled magic wand had appeared in his hand, and his chanting voice was very low, and he couldn't hear it from Nian Bing's side, but. The blue flames surrounding his body had turned purple in the constant muffling of spells.

Two magicians, one is the top magister in the continent, and the other is the first to possess mimicry magic and be able to control the six magical land humans. What will be the outcome of their first battle?

The Aotian Knife and the Morning Dew Knife jumped into their hands at the same time, Nian Bing moved, the two knives swung forward at the same time, the light suddenly burst out, and the hurricane ice and rain were fully formed in an instant, passing through the divine light in the form of a tornado, heading towards Prince Rong on the other side of the hall.

Purple flames erupted at the end of the long spell, the wall of fire, yes, a simple wall of fire, the wall formed by the purple flames panned out, directly facing the fusion magic of Hurricane Ice Rain.

A scene that shocked Nian Bing happened, when the hurricane and ice rain met the purple wall of flames, the power was drastically weakened, and the purple wall of flames continued to increase with the support of Prince Rong.

Suddenly, Prince Rong let out a loud shout, and the purple flame wall instantly rose to the same height as the hall, and the hurricane ice and rain that had entangled the Martial Saint disappeared like that.

Nian Bing understood that it was not that his magic power had weakened, but because Prince Rong's magic power was too strong, and the powerful hurricane Bingyu had already been swallowed before he had time to exert his power. Is this the strength of a true fire magister?

Prince Rong's eyes shone brightly, and the magic staff in his hand was raised high, and the purple wall of flames instantly condensed into a huge flame lion, rushing towards Nian Bing with unparalleled speed.

"Grandpa, don't!" A frightened voice came from the direction of the corridor, and a white figure quickly rushed towards the hall, it was the melting ice.

Not long ago, after Nian Bing left the study, Rong Bing's mood continued to fluctuate, and when he saw his younger brother again, the excitement in his heart was no less than that of Nian Bing. Nian Bing left, although he was in a hurry, he also knew that he couldn't go out too quickly, otherwise Nian Bing would easily expose his identity. However, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, and finally couldn't help but leave the library after Nian Bing left the meal.

Rong Bing was about to go to his father and tell him about his encounter with Nian Bing today, but on the way, he ran into the red lion guard who had led Nian Bing to see Prince Rong earlier. The Red Lion Guard was extremely surprised to see him, and couldn't help but ask him how he had come out of the Prince's study so quickly. Listening to the words of the Red Lion Guard, Rong Bing immediately realized that it was not good, Grandpa was too familiar with him, and it was impossible for Nian Bing's outfit to hide it from him, and before he had time to think about it, Rong Bing immediately rushed to Prince Rong's study as fast as possible. Others may not know about the secret hall under Prince Rong's study, but how could he not know? However, he was still a step late, and when he was about to rush out of the corridor to the hall, he happened to see the huge purple flame lion rushing towards Nian Bing.

Melting Ice is a magician, but he's also just a magician. How could the speed of the magician's running be as fast as possible, seeing the purple lion rushing towards Nian Bing, he had no ability to block it at all, his brain instantly became blank, no one understood better than him, it was already the power of the forbidden spell!

Hearing his brother's voice and facing the purple giant lion, Nian Bing's heart suddenly rose with unintentional courage. The Saint Yao Dao jumped into his hand, and the whole person burrowed into the sea of unintentional flames, at this moment. Not only did he burst out with all his magic power, but at the same time, he also burst out with all his spiritual power. On the ground, the red and blue ice and fire cognate magic array floated up, instantly blending into the divine light, and for a while, the white, blue, and red light completely fused together in the impossibility, fusing with Nian Bing's heart. The mixed light rendered Nian Bing's body, and at the same time, it also rendered the Saint Yao Sword in his hand.

"The dragon and the goose set dance. The dragon's groan rang out from the massive three-colored light that covered Nian Bing. It was not the voice of a dragon, but the sound of Nine Dragons, and at this moment, Nian Bing's attack power suddenly increased to the realm of a magister through the perfect fusion of ice and fire and light magic. Although this was only the moment when his potential exploded in the face of a threat to his life, it was enough.

Nine dragons entangled in white, blue, and red lights swooped out at the same time, and the scene of nine dragons galloping covered the entire hall.

Prince Rong was not intimidated by the scene in front of him, and looked at the Nine Dragons in front of him, the purple lion he controlled suddenly stopped rushing forward, and the light of the purple flame rose again. It was an absolutely surging divine light, a divine light that no one could imagine.

Nine Dragons, one by one, were devoured, even if Nian Bing reached the realm of a magister, the gap in strength was there after all, how could the power of the forbidden spell be something he could break through.

Melting Ice fell to her knees in despair and closed her eyes. Tears flowed down his face, and he didn't have to look at it, he also knew that Nian Bing couldn't beat his grandfather.

The hall gradually became calm, and all kinds of complicated lights gradually disappeared. Prince Rong was suddenly surprised to find that only the five knives that flickered on the opposite side of him were left, and the person who read the ice was gone. His heart was shocked, and he turned around sharply, and the huge purple flame lion also came to his side.

Yes, Nian Bing was half-kneeling behind him and gasping continuously, the newly bought golden-red robe on Nian Bing's body had been torn in many places, his face was pale and terrifying, sweat was sliding down his forehead, and the extreme overdraft of mana and spiritual power had made him enter a semi-comatose state. In his hand, he held a strangely shaped silver knife, and the six-edged sharp blade shone brightly.

Prince Rong felt that his heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat, what would happen if Nian Bing's strength was stronger, and he still had the physical strength when he came behind him? He shook his head with a wry smile, he didn't dare to think about it. However, if he had attacked together before, I am afraid that Nian Bing would not have the ability to come behind him. Space magic, this is the fifth type of magic he used. Boy, how much more are you going to surprise me?

With a plop, Nian Bing, who had been trying to hold on, finally couldn't support it and fell to the ground and fainted. However, his hand was still tightly gripping the Xuanji knife. When the first dragon touched the Purple Flame Lion, he already knew that he couldn't resist it, so he wisely chose to escape, and the best way to escape was naturally space magic, at the moment when the last three dragons rushed out, he gave up the Saint Yao Sword and chose the Xuanji Knife, using the moment of light to launch a short teleportation. Originally, he wanted to teleport outside by himself, but he forgot that there was a powerful seal in this underground hall, so the short-distance teleportation magic accidentally sent him to the back of Prince Rong, and there was the previous scene.

Everything returned to calm, and Rong Bing slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the five divine blades where Rong Bing was before, and then his grandfather.

"Grandpa, he's Nian Bing! He's also your grandson, why did you kill him!" Melting Ice's voice was full of sadness.

Prince Rong said indifferently: "In the face of the enemy, I have always been iron-blooded and ruthless, but the tiger poison does not eat children, do you think I will kill my own grandson?" As he spoke, he turned sideways, revealing Nian Bing, who had fainted not far behind him.

"Nian Bing. Melt Ice shouted in surprise, rushed to Nian Bing's side as fast as he could, hugged his upper body, and probed his breath.

Prince Rong said indifferently: "Don't worry, he'll be fine, it's just that he fainted after too much consumption." “

Melting Ice sighed, "Grandpa, I ......"

Prince Rong waved his hand and said, "Don't say anything, settle him down first, and then come to me in the study, I need your explanation." As he spoke, he waved his big hand, and the fiery red light lit up, including the Xuanji knife in Nian Bing's hand, and the six divine blades fell into the hands of Prince Rong.

The mood of melting ice is happy, at least Nian Bing is not dead, and this is enough. picked up his younger brother's body, followed his grandfather back to the study, and according to Prince Rong's instructions, he settled Nian Bing in his room, and then returned to the study to see Prince Rong.

When Rong Bing returned to the study, Prince Rong was sitting quietly behind the bookcase, and on the bookcase in front of him, six completely different divine blades were neatly placed.

"Grandpa, I'm here. "Melting Ice was a little apprehensive. The only thing he can fear in the prince's palace is his grandfather.

Prince Rong said indifferently: "Now you can start talking, you should know what I want to hear." “

Rong Bing's heartbeat sighed secretly, since Nian Bing had been discovered by his grandfather, there was nothing to hide, at the moment, he briefly said that Nian Bing stole into the study tonight, but he didn't mention the part where he gave the notes to Nian Bing.

"Are you saying that Rong Tian is dead?" Prince Rong's expression and tone were still flat, but Rong Bing clearly saw that his grandfather's hand on the bookcase was trembling slightly.

"Yes, Grandpa. This is what Nian Bing said. He had no reason to lie to me. Grandpa, Nian Bing is pitiful enough, he finally came back, he must have suffered a lot over the years, you ......"

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