When the two people really passed by each other and sparked the spark of battle-Heliga understood something he had never wanted to understand before.

That is, the real strong-what are they like when they fight?

Whether it is the Light Swordsman or the Sword Fairy, when they are with themselves, they only focus on teaching karma to solve puzzles. Even if they make occasional shots, they are just the so-called "stop". Some other super powers have never seen them play vigorously with opponents of the same level. Even the battle he has experienced himself has never seen such a scene before his eyes.

On one side is the Dragonborn-the legendary hero who can prevent the destruction of the world; besides the blood of the gods and the power of spitting purpose, he himself was originally a top magic swordsman; now the love sword is back in his hands, he is even more Like a fish in the water, the cold and cold air flew up and down with his sword swing, making the surrounding air seem to be frozen. His style of swordsmanship is also very different from what Heilijia had seen before: if the sword of the sword of light is full of majestic and vigorous, it pays attention to a force and sinks, and it is done in one go. If you have the highest skill and the ethereal fusion with nature, then the dragonborn sword is both graceful and powerful. It is obviously only a little wrist, but it seems to be able to defeat a thousand army; obviously the range of actions is huge, but I can’t find it. To a flaw that made it lose its center of gravity. Coupled with the stunned eyes that stun the world from time to time, as well as the variety and complexity of the magical bombardment that cannot be underestimated, and the effects of various magical bombings as a supplement-today's Dragonborn finally shows his true strength as a hero.

However, something unbelievable happened to Heliga later. Facing such a fierce and swift attack, the man in black seemed to flash one by one with ease; even if a magic light occasionally stained the corners of his clothes, it was just a slight rubbing sound—with it. In contrast, the magical energy that has been emptied will be scorched on the ground, and can cut thick trees at will.

There seems to be a hint of joy in his eyes, but more of it is still regret and determination-and so far, this is enough to kill anyone in the terrorist attack, he has no intention to force defense, basically It's all about evasion-not to mention, so far, he has no intention to fight back.

From the conversation between him and the dragonborn just now, Heliga seemed to be able to guess one or two of them. Among the innumerable heroes of Tamriel that the Dragonborn had mentioned to him, there is a name that shines even among the heroes. Heliga is almost certain that the black man in front of him is the legendary hero of the dark elves that the Dragonborn often mentions, Nerevain. The only surprise was that he didn't expect the two to know each other, because according to Heliga, this hero was active in the Third Age and has a history of hundreds of years.

Even if the dark elves live longer than humans, it is impossible for them to live for so long without any apparently old appearance. Therefore, there is only one answer-the one in front of you has surpassed normal life and death due to unknown factors Of reincarnation.

This inference alone is enough to prove his strength.

It was at this time that Nirevain finally made a move.

The two swords he held in both hands, with the same style, exuding different enchanted streamers, suddenly lit up with amazing brilliance-the sharp blue light on the left hand overflowed, and the golden light burst on the right hand-two strange magical energy followed Neri Vine's sword swing created a storm-like barrier, and the two people were firmly drawn in.

The blue light covers the world, and the golden light is like a sharp blade, hitting Bernardo straight, like the head of a roarer, sweeping away all obstacles that dare to stand in front of him.

"Cut..." Bernardo is very familiar with these two weapons-they are the proud equipment of Nirevain, the twin swords "Fire of Hope" and "Flame of Truth". As a well-known collector of artifacts, Nirevain, who even has the joking name of "cultural relic dealer", does not lack more powerful artifacts in his hands, but this pair of swords will always be his first choice when fighting. Therefore, he is very clear about the familiarity of the two weapons and the power of the attack after resonating. Bernardo, who didn't dare to neglect, did not hesitate to use his unique skill as a dragonborn-"Mul-Qua-Diiv!"

The appearance of the "Dragon Form" caused the dragon descendant to ignite a light golden protective layer around his body, which firmly caught the sword of Nirevain. Afterwards, he used another trick to shout at the latter. Upon seeing this, the mana on the two swords suddenly soared, forming a huge group of magic power, and directly dispelling the dragon roar that was enough to destroy the city wall on the spot.

"This is not Skyrim Province, Bernardo." Nerevain coldly waved his saber and shouted sharply, "If you don't have the blessing of Gina Laise, you can't use the effect of your time in Tamriel. "

"I will return the same words to you... This is not Morrowind, and Azura's protection does not exist." Bernardo retorted, and he reached Nirevain in a stride during the conversation.

"Um..." This unexpected blow was easily blocked by Nirevain. He threw away a weapon at random, grasped Bernardo's energetic fist and pressed it directly into the palm of his hand-Nirevain's expression. At this moment, he finally did not hesitate anymore.

"Look...Although neither you nor I have the protection of the gods, I am also a powerful person...and now you are no longer the one who can fight with me day and night, regardless of the outcome."

"..." Bernardo lowered his head slowly at this moment, saying nothing.

"If this goes on, even if you don't mention the adverse impact on the world...you yourself, can you really bear to become weaker and weaker? You used to be incredibly powerful."

"I..." Bernardo's fist was gradually sent down, and his arm dropped.

"Can't watch it, right? I'm the same... I'm the same." Nerevain let out a barely audible sigh, "Now I will end it all--"

The other weapon that was still in his hand, the light was stronger and stronger than before.

Bernardo closed his eyes lightly. A complicated smile appeared.

Yeah...I can't even hurt him at all by such a sneak attack...

What is this ending?

Those who hold their own opinions for their own sake... They are not wrong. Even the old friend who is about to kill him is the same. He didn't want to let himself suffer that kind of real pain, and didn't want to make himself the enemy of everyone.

"But... Even so, I still have something to do... You say yes? Heliga?" He opened his eyes slightly and smiled as he looked at the young man running anxiously from the side.

"Whh..." Nirevain was taken aback. He didn't expect Bernardo, who had originally appeared to have resigned, suddenly disappeared from his side-but this trick was already ready to be used, and it was difficult to cover it. A glow from the sky swept away trees with hundreds of Celsius squares, and the air was filled with the smell of destruction; while Bernardo rushed to the running Heliga and pushed him forward. The safety margin.