"Breaking wind style Pojun!"

Faced with the first Holy Spirit King, Feng Yixiu naturally did not dare to hold back at all, and immediately used the fastest wind style among the extreme ghost sword technique.

Feng Yixiu seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, and his speed was so fast that he could only see a series of afterimages, and the sharp sword edge moved forward!

"Dangdangdangdang..."

In just a few breaths, Feng Yixiu had made hundreds of strong attacks, and sparks flew everywhere when the Chaos Demon Sword and the Green Dragon Holy Spear collided.

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

Feng Yixiu's sharp slash seemed to be chopping on cotton, or facing the vast mountains and rivers, it made him feel deeply powerless.

What frustrated Feng Yixiu the most was that the first Holy Spirit King never moved a single step from beginning to end. His shooting skills were like an iron barrel, and there was no flaw at all!

"Sword-Dancing·Wind Dance!"

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

Since a sword cannot be broken, he will use hundreds of swords. He doesn't believe that his father can block all the swords with his spear alone!

Hundreds of Demonic Swords condensed and formed after Feng Yixiu, forming a fast-rotating sword dance wheel.

Swallowing...

Feng Yixiu pointed his sword forward, and the magic swords of thought turned into lightning bursts and shot out. The speed was so fast that it was hard to see clearly with the naked eye.

Facing the fierce sword net, the first Holy Spirit King not only did not panic, but instead raised his lips slightly and said lightly: "Feng'er, you are still too anxious..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the first Holy Spirit King began to dance the spear in his hand, and the two dragons surrounding him were also dancing with each other.

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

The unstoppable Demon Sword of Thoughts became extremely slow when it approached about one meter from the first Holy Spirit King.

The Qinglong Holy Spear in the hands of the first Holy Spirit King danced like a disc, and the tip of the spear led the flow of the two dragons in the mountains and rivers. An invisible huge force that seemed soft but was actually irresistible made the Demon Sword of Mind flow along with it.

If you look from a distance, it seems that the two dragons of the mountains and rivers were devoured by the Demon Sword of the Demon Sword, but Feng Yixiu knew that the two dragons of the mountains and rivers were just the concreteization of the unpredictable gun meaning of the first generation of the Holy Spirit King. What really guided the Demon Sword of the Demon Sword was the spear in his hand!

The Demon Sword of Mind, which should have been controlled by Feng Yixiu, is swimming with the spear in the hands of the first Holy Spirit King, and the number is increasing...

"What's going on? Why can't I seem to be able to control the Demon Sword of Mind?"

Feng Yixiu's forehead bulged with blue veins, and he was desperately trying to regain control of the Demon Sword of Thoughts.

But all this is useless. At this moment, the Demon Sword of Nian seemed to be trapped in a turbulent sea current, or was suppressed under the mountains, so he had no choice but to make the decision!

"Fight!"

Feng Yixiu turned into a ray of lightning and immediately approached the first Holy Spirit King quickly. He wanted to try whether he could regain control of the Demon Sword of Thought at close range.

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

Feng Yixiu completely underestimated the strength of the two dragons in the mountains and rivers. Although he could barely control his body, his speed became like a snail's speed.

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

After absorbing hundreds of magic swords, the Shanhe Double Dragons, which seemed to be unthreatening, transformed into two extremely dangerous stegosauruses!

Feng Yixiu looked at the two stegoslavish dragons and felt a desire to retreat in his heart, but the first Holy Spirit King, who had been defending but not attacking, suddenly took action at this moment.

"Dingshanhe·Full Counterattack!"

The Qinglong Holy Spear in the hands of the first Holy Spirit King pointed in front of him, as if the one in his hand was not a long spear, but a peerless divine weapon that could stir up mountains and rivers!

"roar!"

The two dragons of the mountains and rivers, which seemed unthreatening, began to show their sharp fangs, and the harsh dragon roar sounded across the sky.

Feng Yixiu was completely stunned when he watched the two dragons attacking with shocking momentum, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.

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

Originally, Feng Yixiu only recognized 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!"

As the two dragons of the mountains and rivers were approaching, the first generation of Holy Spirit King suddenly inserted the Qinglong Holy Spear in his hand into the ground. The two dragons of the mountains and rivers instantly collapsed, and hundreds of demon swords of thought also flew everywhere.

The first Holy Spirit King drew out his spear and then threw it to Feng Yixiu suddenly, and said in a true voice: "Feng'er, how do you feel?"

Feng Yixiu took the Qinglong Holy Spear in his hand, walked slowly towards his father, and smiled and said, "I dare not say that I fully understand the true meaning of the mountains and rivers, but I should have touched some thresholds."

"Oh? Then you can tell me." The first generation of Holy Spirit King said with interest behind his back.

"I originally thought Dingshanhe was just a way to remove power and defend, but this was just a preliminary method. Using power to attack power is the real terror of Dingshanhe. Defense is not the purpose, defense is just for a more powerful counterattack." Feng Yixiu said seriously.

The first Holy Spirit King nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's not bad... I can understand the essence of Dingshan River in such a short time, and my understanding is already amazing, but it's still a little worse than Father."

"You first took half a year to see the power of mountains and rivers to create the mountains and rivers. Feng'er understood the essence in just a few dozen minutes. I think he has much more insight than you!"

The White Dragon King came with a smile, and his eyes looked at Feng Yixiu with pride and doting.

"Ahem..."

The first Holy Spirit King coughed awkwardly and muttered in a low voice: "Qianxun, please give me some face in front of the child!"

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

The White Dragon King chuckled and said softly.

"Creation and learning are not the same thing. The father was able to create such a magical marksmanship alone. The child was just standing on the shoulders of a giant. It was not a big skill..." Feng Yixiu smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said in a deep voice.

"Feng'er, you are still young now. The eight styles of rebellion were created by your father after he entered the Holy Spirit King realm. In the future, you may not be unable to create your own unique marksmanship." The White Dragon King comforted softly.

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Chapter completed!