Chapter 191 Evolution, Golden Winged Roc
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Pan Shi Kai Hua
Chapter 191 Evolution, Golden Winged Roc
A cry.
The entire Shrek Academy trembled.
There was a roar in the training ground.
A big golden bird covering the sky soared into the sky.
The dark clouds dissipated under his stirring.
With a shake of the wings, the lightning and thunder disappeared.
After spreading its wings, a 15-meter-long golden-winged roc seemed to be declaring its sovereignty, and its eyes flickered as it glanced around.
"This is the real Golden Winged Roc!"
Faced with the power of the golden-winged roc, even Flender felt unable to bear it.
"So strong!"
Under the gaze of the golden-winged roc, Xiao Wu felt as if she had been seen through.
She hurriedly ran behind Tang San, stretched out her head to look at the giant bird in the sky, feeling uneasy in her heart, for fear that Ye Feng would see through her identity.
"Brother Feng, come down quickly, I want to ride the roc and fly into the sky!" Ning Rongrong put his hands to his mouth and shouted excitedly.
A black line appeared on Ye Feng's forehead. At this moment, he really felt the power of the little witch of Qibao Liulizong.
In order not to be ridden by others, Ye Feng hurriedly landed on the ground, retracted his martial soul avatar, and did not hesitate anymore.
"Xiao Feng, your martial soul...why has it evolved again?" Zhao Wuji patted Ye Feng's shoulder vigorously, expressing his excitement.
"I'm not too sure about this, maybe my martial spirit is special!" Ye Feng shook his head and said perfunctorily.
Of course, he wouldn't reveal anything about the system. He decided to keep this secret in his stomach and not tell anyone.
Turning his head, Ye Feng looked at Flender, his eyes burning with fierce fighting intent, "Principal, let's compete for a while, the martial soul has just evolved, and I also want to know my current strength."
"No." Flender shook his head without thinking.
It's a joke, I felt that I couldn't beat it before, but now that Ye Feng's martial soul has evolved, he must have become stronger.
Fighting with this monster is just asking for trouble.
"Then, Teacher Zhao, let's compete!"
Flender refused, and Ye Feng couldn't force it, so he settled for the next best thing and set his sights on Zao Wou-ki.
Zao Wou-ki took a step back and rolled his eyes, "I won't fight you pervert, I'm an old man, I still want to live a few more years!"
"Dean, Mr. Zhao, you are afraid!" Seeing that the two of them refused to agree, Ye Feng began to be aggressive.
"Okay, the aggressive method is useless to us. With your current strength, even if we join forces, it's useless. If you want to fight, you should find someone else!"
"Since there's nothing to do here, let's leave. Don't be idle, take advantage of this time to practice quickly. Don't think that you can sit back and relax after becoming the champion of the preliminary round. After the promotion round, there will be the finals. You have many opponents. !"
After saying this, Flender ignored them and quickly left with Zhao Wou-ki.
That way, I'm afraid of being entangled by Ye Feng.
"Hehe, Xiao Feng, how about I come to be your opponent." When Ye Feng was disappointed, a familiar voice sounded.
"Grandpa Jian, why are you here?"
Ning Rongrong looked around in surprise, looking for Sword Douluo.
"Hehe, I just happened to have something to do with Xiao Feng. Isn't this just a good time to see a good show?" Sword Douluo appeared, of course he would not say that he has always been by Ye Feng and others to protect their safety.
"Then trouble Grandpa Jian." Ye Feng looked at Jian Douluo eagerly, and he also wanted to know how far he is now from Title Douluo.
"Okay, you go ahead, let me see how powerful your Golden Winged Roc is." Jian Douluo nodded casually, signaling Ning Rongrong and others to move away.
Tang San and the others were also quite curious about how powerful the Title Douluo was, they stayed far away obediently, for fear of being affected.
"Brother Feng, come on!" Ning Rongrong raised his fist, cheering for Ye Feng.
"Okay!"
Ye Feng and Jian Douluo stood opposite each other on a messy training field.
The next moment, Ye Feng's figure changed rapidly, the martial soul possessed him, and the seventh soul ring, the real body of the martial soul was opened.
Facing Sword Douluo, Ye Feng used all his strength from the very beginning.
But Jian Douluo watched Ye Feng prepare leisurely, not in a hurry.
Ye Feng is only level 72 now, but he is a level 98 Title Douluo.
There is a difference of two levels between the two.
Boo!
With a cry, Ye Feng spread his wings, and his huge body appeared in front of Jian Douluo in an instant as if teleporting.
The wings on his body are like a big knife, carrying a force of ten thousand catties, which can be cut out instantly.
A crescent-shaped blade of light extends above the wings, and the deep cold light is enough to prove how sharp it is.
Facing Ye Feng's offensive, Jian Douluo calmly turned his wrist, and the Seven Killing Sword appeared in his hand. He blocked Ye Feng's wings without seeing how hard he tried.
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
In an instant, the two had fought dozens of times.
Ye Feng's Seven Kills Sword Art was taught by Sword Douluo. Although after many fusions and evolutions, the Seven Kills Sword Art has changed greatly.
But how rich Sword Douluo's combat experience is, he can see the foundation of Seven Kills swordsmanship at a glance.
The swordsmanship is like a god, and the seven-kill sword in the hand is as light as heavy, and each move is graceful and smooth, like an antelope hanging horns, no trace can be found, just like Taoism follows nature, it is completely natural.
No matter how fierce Ye Feng's attack was, Sword Douluo could handle it with ease.
boom!
After another collision and blow, Ye Feng backed away, the first soul ring on his body lit up, his body blurred for a moment, and differentiated into four clones, each with real attack ability.
Under the blessing of the first soul skill, Ye Feng was like a streamer, and even his figure was blurred.
Dai Mubai and the others outside the arena only saw five golden lights surrounding a figure in white constantly besieging them, they couldn't even see the specific movements clearly.
Even Tang San, who had cultivated the Purple Demon Eye, could only vaguely see their movements.
"Brother Feng's speed has become faster again, with this speed, I think even a speed-type Contra can't match him!" Dai Mubai sighed.
"It's not just Soul Douluo, this kid's speed, I'm afraid even Title Douluo can't keep up with him."
It was Flender who spoke, and at some point, Flender and Zao Wou-ki ran back again.
This will be watching the battle with relish.
"Even Titled Douluo's speed can't match him? Isn't Brother Feng invincible now?" At this time, Ma Hongjun also ran out.
"Invincible is not enough. After all, it's just a matter of speed. Xiaofeng's real strength should be about the same as that of Contra."
Zhao Wuji said.
He has fought countless times in his life, and he is very clear about the strength of each stage. Even the Contra of the Wuhun Temple can't do anything to him, so it is natural to see what level Ye Feng's strength is.
"That's also very strong!" Ma Hongjun drooled enviously.
At the same age, Ye Feng already has the strength of Contra, he is only level 37, not even Soul Sect.
Thinking about it this way, the fat man almost shut himself up.
(End of this chapter)
A cry.
The entire Shrek Academy trembled.
There was a roar in the training ground.
A big golden bird covering the sky soared into the sky.
The dark clouds dissipated under his stirring.
With a shake of the wings, the lightning and thunder disappeared.
After spreading its wings, a 15-meter-long golden-winged roc seemed to be declaring its sovereignty, and its eyes flickered as it glanced around.
"This is the real Golden Winged Roc!"
Faced with the power of the golden-winged roc, even Flender felt unable to bear it.
"So strong!"
Under the gaze of the golden-winged roc, Xiao Wu felt as if she had been seen through.
She hurriedly ran behind Tang San, stretched out her head to look at the giant bird in the sky, feeling uneasy in her heart, for fear that Ye Feng would see through her identity.
"Brother Feng, come down quickly, I want to ride the roc and fly into the sky!" Ning Rongrong put his hands to his mouth and shouted excitedly.
A black line appeared on Ye Feng's forehead. At this moment, he really felt the power of the little witch of Qibao Liulizong.
In order not to be ridden by others, Ye Feng hurriedly landed on the ground, retracted his martial soul avatar, and did not hesitate anymore.
"Xiao Feng, your martial soul...why has it evolved again?" Zhao Wuji patted Ye Feng's shoulder vigorously, expressing his excitement.
"I'm not too sure about this, maybe my martial spirit is special!" Ye Feng shook his head and said perfunctorily.
Of course, he wouldn't reveal anything about the system. He decided to keep this secret in his stomach and not tell anyone.
Turning his head, Ye Feng looked at Flender, his eyes burning with fierce fighting intent, "Principal, let's compete for a while, the martial soul has just evolved, and I also want to know my current strength."
"No." Flender shook his head without thinking.
It's a joke, I felt that I couldn't beat it before, but now that Ye Feng's martial soul has evolved, he must have become stronger.
Fighting with this monster is just asking for trouble.
"Then, Teacher Zhao, let's compete!"
Flender refused, and Ye Feng couldn't force it, so he settled for the next best thing and set his sights on Zao Wou-ki.
Zao Wou-ki took a step back and rolled his eyes, "I won't fight you pervert, I'm an old man, I still want to live a few more years!"
"Dean, Mr. Zhao, you are afraid!" Seeing that the two of them refused to agree, Ye Feng began to be aggressive.
"Okay, the aggressive method is useless to us. With your current strength, even if we join forces, it's useless. If you want to fight, you should find someone else!"
"Since there's nothing to do here, let's leave. Don't be idle, take advantage of this time to practice quickly. Don't think that you can sit back and relax after becoming the champion of the preliminary round. After the promotion round, there will be the finals. You have many opponents. !"
After saying this, Flender ignored them and quickly left with Zhao Wou-ki.
That way, I'm afraid of being entangled by Ye Feng.
"Hehe, Xiao Feng, how about I come to be your opponent." When Ye Feng was disappointed, a familiar voice sounded.
"Grandpa Jian, why are you here?"
Ning Rongrong looked around in surprise, looking for Sword Douluo.
"Hehe, I just happened to have something to do with Xiao Feng. Isn't this just a good time to see a good show?" Sword Douluo appeared, of course he would not say that he has always been by Ye Feng and others to protect their safety.
"Then trouble Grandpa Jian." Ye Feng looked at Jian Douluo eagerly, and he also wanted to know how far he is now from Title Douluo.
"Okay, you go ahead, let me see how powerful your Golden Winged Roc is." Jian Douluo nodded casually, signaling Ning Rongrong and others to move away.
Tang San and the others were also quite curious about how powerful the Title Douluo was, they stayed far away obediently, for fear of being affected.
"Brother Feng, come on!" Ning Rongrong raised his fist, cheering for Ye Feng.
"Okay!"
Ye Feng and Jian Douluo stood opposite each other on a messy training field.
The next moment, Ye Feng's figure changed rapidly, the martial soul possessed him, and the seventh soul ring, the real body of the martial soul was opened.
Facing Sword Douluo, Ye Feng used all his strength from the very beginning.
But Jian Douluo watched Ye Feng prepare leisurely, not in a hurry.
Ye Feng is only level 72 now, but he is a level 98 Title Douluo.
There is a difference of two levels between the two.
Boo!
With a cry, Ye Feng spread his wings, and his huge body appeared in front of Jian Douluo in an instant as if teleporting.
The wings on his body are like a big knife, carrying a force of ten thousand catties, which can be cut out instantly.
A crescent-shaped blade of light extends above the wings, and the deep cold light is enough to prove how sharp it is.
Facing Ye Feng's offensive, Jian Douluo calmly turned his wrist, and the Seven Killing Sword appeared in his hand. He blocked Ye Feng's wings without seeing how hard he tried.
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
In an instant, the two had fought dozens of times.
Ye Feng's Seven Kills Sword Art was taught by Sword Douluo. Although after many fusions and evolutions, the Seven Kills Sword Art has changed greatly.
But how rich Sword Douluo's combat experience is, he can see the foundation of Seven Kills swordsmanship at a glance.
The swordsmanship is like a god, and the seven-kill sword in the hand is as light as heavy, and each move is graceful and smooth, like an antelope hanging horns, no trace can be found, just like Taoism follows nature, it is completely natural.
No matter how fierce Ye Feng's attack was, Sword Douluo could handle it with ease.
boom!
After another collision and blow, Ye Feng backed away, the first soul ring on his body lit up, his body blurred for a moment, and differentiated into four clones, each with real attack ability.
Under the blessing of the first soul skill, Ye Feng was like a streamer, and even his figure was blurred.
Dai Mubai and the others outside the arena only saw five golden lights surrounding a figure in white constantly besieging them, they couldn't even see the specific movements clearly.
Even Tang San, who had cultivated the Purple Demon Eye, could only vaguely see their movements.
"Brother Feng's speed has become faster again, with this speed, I think even a speed-type Contra can't match him!" Dai Mubai sighed.
"It's not just Soul Douluo, this kid's speed, I'm afraid even Title Douluo can't keep up with him."
It was Flender who spoke, and at some point, Flender and Zao Wou-ki ran back again.
This will be watching the battle with relish.
"Even Titled Douluo's speed can't match him? Isn't Brother Feng invincible now?" At this time, Ma Hongjun also ran out.
"Invincible is not enough. After all, it's just a matter of speed. Xiaofeng's real strength should be about the same as that of Contra."
Zhao Wuji said.
He has fought countless times in his life, and he is very clear about the strength of each stage. Even the Contra of the Wuhun Temple can't do anything to him, so it is natural to see what level Ye Feng's strength is.
"That's also very strong!" Ma Hongjun drooled enviously.
At the same age, Ye Feng already has the strength of Contra, he is only level 37, not even Soul Sect.
Thinking about it this way, the fat man almost shut himself up.
(End of this chapter)
