Chapter 958 Battle Spirit Sect 5: A Completely Different Style of Battle

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

"Just give it a go, just do your best." Feng Xingying said to the people in her legion.

It seems that Feng Xingying lacks confidence?

Is she still the same Feng Xingying from yesterday, who refused to admit defeat or give up?

How does it feel to have changed?

Yes, it's changed!

Even the way of fighting has changed.

When Feng Xingying really cooperated with the Star Shadow Legion, when the Star Shadow Legion rhythmically tore apart Zhuoli's small world, Feng Xingying incarnates as a silver training, with a flash of white light.

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

A sword seals his throat, and the sword qi rushes to Lingxiao.

Jin Feng watched with enthusiasm.

"This is the profound meaning of the sword! From today onwards, I, Jin Feng, are no longer the first sword king."

Zhuo Li stood blankly under the Dou Ling platform, letting the wind blow across his face, his heart was full of coldness.

In today's battle, he really lost, and the loss was terrible!

If it is said that yesterday, Feng Xingying relied on the spirit beast to break his spiritual shield unexpectedly and gave him a fatal blow. It was a fluke and cannot be replicated.

Today, Feng Xingying and her Xingying Corps had already formed a set of tactics, fighting savagely, pressing step by step until he was sent off the field.

The whole process is less than one-third of the time of yesterday.

At the end of the First World War, Feng Xingying still said the same sentence: "Continue tomorrow."

This time, Zhuo Li was completely dumbfounded, and even he lost the courage to continue tomorrow.

"Tomorrow, let's change people." Ye Huohuo said.

Zhuo Li didn't have anything to say, his eyes just stayed on Feng Xingying's back, and when he closed his eyes, he seemed to still be able to see the translucent snow-white ice butterfly after Feng Xingying's spiritual power was transformed. , shining a divine light, her sword, without any temperature, was terrifyingly accurate.

"Brother Zhuo,

You don't have to care too much either. This person, Feng Xingying, is different from others. She is a spiritual and martial practitioner, and naturally she has some strange abilities. "

In the crowd, a look of resentment stared at Feng Xingying until she could no longer be seen.

"Big brother, third sister, father, mother, grandmother, this monster is too powerful, what should Yi'er do? Yi'er has worked hard, but she is too powerful. I'm afraid that Yi'er will not be able to avenge you in this life. "Two tears fell in the girl's eyes.

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

"You called me? Why?" There was a hint of vigilance on the girl's face.

"My master said, she knows everything about you. She is the only person in the world who can help you." The stout man replied.

The girl glanced at him, but decided to follow.

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

"Who are you?"

Shi Shiran, a woman in white, said:

"You don't need to know who I am, but I know your name is Feng Yueyi, born in the Feng family of the Dali country, awakened the eight-star wood spiritual power at the age of five, and was recruited by the Xiuling Academy. Am I right?"

"So what? Anyone who knows me knows."

"No, the people around you don't know. They see you in the genius class of the Xiuling Academy since childhood, and they just think you are a noble girl from a noble family. I'm afraid you don't have the courage to tell them the truth, right?"

Feng Yueyi kept her mouth shut.

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