Chapter 958 Battle of Spirit Sect 5: A completely different style of battle

"Today, I will definitely not lose." Zhuo Li said.

"Just give it a try and do your best." Feng Xingying said to the people in her army.

It seems that Feng Xingying lacks confidence?

Is she the same Feng Xingying who refused to admit defeat or gave up yesterday?

Why do you feel like you have changed?

Yes, a different person!

Even the combat methods have changed.

When Feng Xingying and the Star Shadow Legion are truly cooperating with each other, and when the Star Shadow Legion rhythmically tear apart the brilliant small world, Feng Xingying transforms into a silver craftsman, and a white light flashes.

Feng Xingying, who transformed into an ice butterfly, was holding an ice blue sword in his hand.

A sword seals the throat, and the sword energy surges into the spiritual sky.

Jin Feng was so passionate about his blood.

"This is the secret of the sword! From today on, I, Jin Feng, will no longer be the first sword king."

Zhuo Li stood dumbly under the Douling Stage, letting the wind blow across his face, and his heart was filled with coldness.

In today's battle, he really lost, and he lost terriblely!

If we say yesterday, Feng Xingying relied on the spirit beast to break his spiritual power cover unexpectedly and gave him a fatal blow. It was lucky and could not be copied.

Today, Feng Xingying and her Star Shadow Legion have formed a set of tactics, fighting drastic, pressing each step until he is sent to the scene.

The whole process was less than one-third of yesterday's time.

After the war ended, Feng Xingying still said the same thing: "Continue tomorrow."

Now, Zhuo Li was completely stunned, and even the courage to continue to play tomorrow was gone.

"Tomorrow, we will change one person." Ye Huohuo said.

Zhuo Li had nothing to say. His eyes were just on Feng Xingying's back as he closed his eyes, as if he could still see the translucent snow-white ice butterfly behind Feng Xingying's spiritual power transformed, shining with a sacred light. Her sword was not warm at all, but it was terrifying.

"Junior Brother Zhuo, you don't have to care too much. Feng Xingying is different from others. She is a fellow practitioner of Ling and Wu, so she will naturally have some strange abilities."

In the crowd, a resentful look was staring at Feng Xingying until she could no longer see her figure.

"Brother, third sister, father, mother, grandmother, this freak is too powerful, what should Yi'er do? Yi'er has worked very hard, but she is too powerful, Yi'er may not be able to avenge you in this life." Two tears fell in the girl's eyes.

"Miss Feng, my master invites you to go there." Suddenly a voice came into her ears.

"You called me? Why?" The girl had a hint of vigilance on her face.

"My master said, she knew everything about you. She was the only person in the world who could help you." The stout man replied.

The girl glanced at him and decided to follow him.

The place he took her to was a secluded place in the back mountain, where a woman shrouded in white light stood.

"Who are you?"

The woman in white spoke:

"You don't need to know who I am, but I know that your name is Feng Yueyi, born in the Feng family of Dali Kingdom, awakened the eight-star wood spiritual power at the age of five, was recruited by the Spiritual Cultivation Academy, and reached the Xuanling Master for nine years. What I said is correct?"

"So what? Anyone who knows me knows it."

"No, the people around you don't know that they saw you in the genius class of the Spiritual Cultivation Academy since childhood, and just thought you were a noble girl from a certain aristocratic family. You probably don't have the courage to tell them the truth, right?"

Feng Yueyi kept silent.

Her origin is indeed much less humble than those nobles from the spiritual family.

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!