God-level Pet Evolution System

"High Wind Style·Broken Army!"

Facing the first-generation Holy Spirit King, Feng Yixiu naturally did not dare to hold anything back, and even used the fastest gale style in Jigui swordsmanship.

Feng Yixiu seemed to have turned into a sharp sword. He was so fast that only a series of afterimages could be seen, and the sharp sword edge moved forward!

"Dang Dang Dang..."

In just a few breaths, Feng Yixiu had already made hundreds of powerful attacks, sparks flying when the Chaos Demonic Sword and the Azure Dragon Holy Spear collided.

On the surface, it seemed that the first generation Holy Spirit King was resisting in a panic, but only Feng Yixiu knew that all his offensives were meaningless.

Feng Yixiu's sharp slashes seemed to have struck cotton, or he was facing the vast mountains and rivers, which actually gave him a deep sense of powerlessness.

What frustrated Feng Yixiu the most was that the first Holy Spirit King never moved a step from beginning to end. His marksmanship was like an iron barrel, with no flaws at all!

"Swordsmanship: Rondo!"

Feng Yixiu saw that he could not break through the defense of the first Holy Spirit King, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Since one sword couldn't break through, then hundreds of swords would be used. He didn't believe that his father could block all the swords with just the spear in his hand!

Hundreds of demonic swords of thought condensed and formed after Feng Yi cultivated themselves, forming a rapidly rotating sword wheel.

Boo hoo hoo…

Feng Yixiu pointed his sword forward, and a magic sword of thought turned into lightning bolts and shot out at such a speed that it was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

When the first generation Holy Spirit King faced the menacing sword net, not only did he not panic, but he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said calmly: "Feng'er, you are still too anxious..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the first Holy Spirit King began to dance with the spear in his hand, and at the same time, the twin dragons looming around him also began to dance.

In an instant, Feng Yixiu seemed to hear the sound of rivers flowing and mountains colliding, and a sense of oppression as heavy as a thousand stones came over him.

When the powerful Demonic Sword of Thought approached about one meter away from the first generation Holy Spirit King, its speed actually became extremely slow.

The Green Dragon Holy Spear in the hands of the first Holy Spirit King danced like a disk, and the tip of the spear led the flow of the mountains and rivers. An invisible force that seemed gentle but was actually irresistible caused the Demonic Sword of Nian to flow together.

Viewed from a distance, it seems that the two dragons of the mountains and rivers have swallowed up all the Demonic Swords of Nian. However, Feng Yixiu knows that the two dragons of the mountains and rivers are just the embodiment of the unpredictable spear intention of the first Holy Spirit King, who truly guides the Demonic Sword of Nian. It's the spear in his hand!

The Demonic Sword of Thought, which should have been controlled by Feng Yixiu, is following the spear in the hand of the first generation Holy Spirit King, and the number is becoming more and more...

"What is going on? Why can't I seem to control the Demonic Sword of Thought?"

Feng Yixiu had veins popping out on his forehead as he desperately tried to regain control of the Demonic Sword of Thought.

But all this is in vain. At this moment, the Demonic Sword of Nian seems to have been caught in the turbulent sea current, or suppressed under the mountain. He has no control over it!

"Fight!"

Feng Yixiu turned into a bolt of lightning and quickly approached the first-generation Holy Spirit King. He wanted to see if he could regain control of the Demonic Sword of Thought at close range.

But after he got really close to his father, he realized that he was wrong, and how wrong he was!

Feng Yixiu completely underestimated the strength of Shanhe Shuanglong. Although he could barely control his body, his speed became like a turtle.

Not only were the demonic swords of thought that were involved not recaptured, but all the demonic swords of thought surrounding him were also forcibly taken away.

After absorbing hundreds of demonic swords of thought, the seemingly harmless mountain dragons transformed into two extremely dangerous sword dragons!

Feng Yixiu looked at the two menacing sword dragons and wanted to retreat in his heart, but the first-generation Holy Spirit King, who had been defensive and not attacking, suddenly took action at this moment.

"Dingshan River·Full counterattack!"

The Green Dragon Holy Spear in the hands of the first Holy Spirit King pointed forward angrily, as if what he was holding was not a spear, but a peerless magic weapon that could stir up mountains and rivers!

"Roar!"

The two dragons of the mountains and rivers, which seemed to be without any threat just now, began to show their sharp fangs, and the harsh roar of the dragons resounded in the sky.

Feng Yixiu was completely stunned as he watched the two dragons approaching with overwhelming momentum, and a deep feeling of powerlessness filled his heart.

But at this moment, he seemed to have realized the true meaning of Dingshan River, which also completely changed his perception.

Originally, Feng Yixiu only believed in one truth, that is, attack is the best defense, but his father made him realize that defense and attack do not conflict, and the two even complement each other.

"boom!"

When the two dragons of mountains and rivers were already in sight, the first-generation Holy Spirit King suddenly thrust the Azure Dragon Holy Spear in his hand into the ground. The two dragons of mountains and rivers instantly shattered, and hundreds of demonic swords of thought were scattered in all directions.

The first-generation Holy Spirit King drew out his spear, threw it to Feng Yixiu, and said seriously: "Feng'er, how do you feel?"

Feng Yixiu took the Azure Dragon Holy Spear in his hand, walked slowly towards his father, and said with a smile: "I dare not say that I have fully understood the true meaning of Dingshan River, but I should have touched some thresholds."

"Oh? Then you should tell me about it." The first-generation Holy Spirit King put his hands behind his back and said with great interest.

"Originally, I thought that Dingshan River was just about unloading its strength for defense, but this is only a preliminary method. Leveraging strength is the real horror of Dingshan River. Defense is not the purpose, defense is just for more

A powerful counterattack. "Feng Yixiu said seriously.

The first-generation Holy Spirit King nodded with great satisfaction and said: "Not bad, not bad... To be able to understand the essence of Dingshanhe in such a short period of time is already amazing, but it is still a little behind compared to my father."

"Back then, you observed the power of the mountains and rivers for half a year before creating the Dingshan River. Feng'er understood the essence in just a few dozen minutes. I think he is much more understanding than you!"

The White Dragon King came with a smile, and his eyes looking at Feng Yixiu were full of pride and doting.

"Ahem..."

The first-generation Holy Spirit King coughed awkwardly and whispered: "Qianxun, please save me some face in front of the child!"

"Okay, okay, it's all up to you."

The White Dragon King chuckled and said softly.

"Creation and learning are not the same thing. My father can create such wonderful marksmanship alone. The child is just standing on the shoulders of giants, which is not a big skill..." Feng Yixiu shook his head with a wry smile and said calmly. vocal channel.

"Feng'er, you are still young now. The Niluanba style was created by your father after he entered the Holy Spirit King realm. You may not be able to create your own unique marksmanship in the future." The White Dragon King comforted softly.

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