The Path of Evolution

Now Zhao Hao has also accumulated a certain amount of fighting experience and is extremely sensitive to the feeling when hitting a target.

That’s it!

Zhao Hao felt this way the moment he drew his sword.

This is like when he shoots a fadeaway jumper on the basketball court. The moment he takes the shot, he knows whether the ball has gone in or not.

The blood-drinking demon sword is right at the heart of Feng Yun Sword.

The sure-hit sword is indeed worthy of its reputation.

Fengyunjian, who was as lonely as snow, finally had some mood swings.

There was a hint of astonishment in his deep eyes, and the cold boy seemed not to understand how the opponent's sword hit him.

At the same time, Zhao Hao also looked stunned.

The sword that was sure to hit was like a wooden sword stabbing an iron plate, unable to penetrate the silver armor of Fengyun Sword at all.

"It's unscientific. Dude, I have 756 combat power points. Add the power of the third ultimate move. This move has the power of a thousand combat power. It can poke a hole even in advanced mutant armor. Why can't it break through him? Armor?"

Zhao Hao's heart was filled with ups and downs. His opponent's abnormal armor defense was really incredible.

Before he could think about it carefully, Fengyun Sword had already made his move.

The silver-white sword was wrapped in a layer of strange air waves and stabbed in an ordinary way.

This seemingly ordinary sword move made Zhao Hao extremely stressed.

Zhao Hao has seen many opponents who know how to use Gang Qi, but the Qi waves of those people are relatively scattered and do not have the power of the legendary bullets. However, the Gang Qi of Fengyun Sword is unique. It condenses into a solid entity and is extremely dense. When released, it is as powerful as a bullet.

This cold boy seemed to disdain to hurt the enemy from a distance. He condensed the Gang Qi on the sword body, and the entire sword was wrapped in a layer of white light. It was astonishingly powerful, as if it could cut through everything.

Fortunately, the Blood-Drinking Demon Sword has a special effect that "never wears out".

Otherwise, it is really possible for the opponent's sharp blade to cut several gaps.

Hundreds of bloody sword lights appeared out of thin air, and Zhao Hao used a move called Blood Shadow Sword Dance to forcefully push back the opponent's attack.

A hint of surprise flashed through Fengyun Jian's eyes again. The white-haired birdman opposite him suddenly erupted into hundreds of sword lights without any preparation, which was beyond his expectations. As a swordsman, the cold boy found that his opponent's style was not like that of a swordsman at all, and he would resort to all kinds of showy moves whenever he disagreed, which had an unexpected effect.

Surprised, Fengyun Sword avoided hundreds of sword rays in an understatement, and the whole process was indescribable.

The two distanced themselves, and Zhao Hao wanted this effect, and suddenly launched a surprise attack.

Death streamer!

I saw the white-haired sword demon and his sword merged into one and stabbed towards Fengyunjian's handsome face.

He didn't believe it. The cold boy could withstand this kind of place without armor.

when!

There was a crisp sound, and a small shock wave appeared in the air.

Kick, kick, kick!

Zhao Hao took three steps back, his mouth numb, and he almost lost his grip on the giant sword in his hand.

The aloof boy's ingenious blocking timing and tyrannical strength were simply astonishing.

Zhao Hao could have used his wings to fly to remove the force of the impact, but at this moment he lost his temper and retracted his wings without even intending to activate the violent gene lock. He was determined to compete with Fengyun Jian openly. .

"Take the move!"

Next, Fengyun Sword launched an offensive.

This aloof boy has the demeanor of a master. He even gave a friendly reminder before launching his ultimate move, disdainful of hurting people in the back.

The continuous sword light enveloped Zhao Hao like a storm.

In just a few seconds, the white-haired birdman was in a state of panic.

His biggest shortcoming was once again exposed: lack of physical skills.

Without that kind of elegant and swift movement, it would be extremely difficult for Zhao Hao to dodge.

He decided to adopt a tactic of attacking instead of defending. He had practiced this strategy during the Icefield War, and it almost put Emilia in a desperate situation. He used it again today, and the effect was better. After all, the 756 points of fixed combat power were there, and every move he made had far more power than before.

Fengyunjian's expression was a bit strange. According to the rumors he had heard, the white-haired sword demon was a lonely and peerless swordsman with the demeanor of a great master. However... in actual combat, this was not the case at all.

The white-haired sword demon's routine is more torturous than the one that specializes in the lower three lanes. This guy specializes in slaps in the face.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, the attack direction of the white-haired sword demon always covered the head of Fengyun Sword. In simple terms, it meant cutting his face, poking his nose, stabbing his eyes, cutting his ears, scratching his neck... In short, just say hello to the place that cannot be covered by the armor!

What makes Fengyun Sword even more weird is that the white-haired sword demon only has two moves over and over again!

In fact, the Killing Sword currently has a total of three unlocked moves. The sure-hit sword has a cooldown period of one day. The only ones Zhao Hao can use currently are Death Streaming and Blood Shadow Sword Dance.

The two moves were so popular that they fought fiercely for a hundred rounds, but it was hard to tell the difference.

This battle showed two extremes. Fengyun Sword's swordsmanship was profound and changeable, as if it integrated the essence of swordsmanship from all over the world, and he could perform a hundred moves without being the same. However, Zhao Hao used those two moves repeatedly, but relying on their instantaneous effect, he was always able to avert danger by using offense instead of defense.

Zhao Hao became more and more addicted, and his understanding of the killing sword reached a higher level.

With more than 700 combat power points, his physical fitness has also been greatly improved, and he will have no problem fighting for another hundred rounds.

According to his estimation, if he fights another hundred rounds, he can hope to break through the Sword of Killing to the level of Xiaocheng.

"A powerful opponent can improve himself."

This is what Dong Qiantian said to Zhao Hao before leaving. Zhao Hao, who also followed the combat-oriented evolution route, recognized this sentence very much. The Fengyun Sword in front of him was a good opponent, and it greatly improved Zhao Hao.

Unfortunately, he regarded Fengyun Sword as his opponent, but Fengyun Sword did not regard him as his opponent.

After a hundred moves, Fengyunjian became very familiar with the white-haired birdman's routines and showed a look of disappointment.

He jumped out of the battle group and spoke a few steps away: "You have no Gang Qi and have not yet evolved to the mutant level."

This is not a question, the cold boy's tone is quite certain.

"That's enough for you!"

Zhao Hao was enjoying the beating, but he was so stubborn that he rushed over again after speaking.

With a clang, Fengyun Sword blocked the giant sword and said coldly: "Use your strongest trick, otherwise there will be no need to fight again!"

"You asked for this, don't blame me if you die!"

Zhao Hao was irritated by the other party's arrogant attitude and immediately turned on all firepower.

violent!

Wild dash!

Moreover, he also opened his wings!

Five seconds of real man power of 1512 points, coupled with the inertia brought by flapping the wings to dive from high altitude, the power of this move is really amazing.

A flash of light flashed in Fengyunjian's star-like eyes, and his long hair suddenly flew up.

The masters in the novel are all active when there is no wind in their hair, but this cold boy is active when there is wind.

wind!

A sudden strong wind enveloped Fengyun Sword.

This is not the wind in nature, but a wind attribute that comes with the evolvers who have unlocked the advanced gene lock. Just like the red pepper's gene lock comes with a fire attribute attack, the Fengyun Sword's gene lock happens to have a cold wind attribute!

In that strong wind, overwhelming sword energy filled the air.

The sharp sword energy formed the physical shape of a fishing net, trapping the white-haired birdman who swooped down from mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, an even more incredible scene happened.

The sword net that trapped the white-haired sword demon suddenly contracted violently.

Zhao Hao struggled desperately with the strength of a five-second real man, but was unable to break through the terrifying sword net.

"Sword Intent?"

Zhao Hao felt a sudden shock in his heart. Generally, the aura released by a mutant powerhouse goes straight in and out. A master like Fengyun Sword who condenses the sword energy into a net and imbues the sword net with spirituality has definitely understood the legendary sword intention!

The white-haired birdman trapped in the sword net could not break free no matter what.

When the effect of the violent gene lock dissipated, Zhao Hao, whose combat power had plummeted, became more aware of the terror of the sword net.

Click!

Click!

A series of shattering sounds were heard, and the hard intermediate mutated armor was cut with hundreds of holes by the sword net that was tougher than silk. Zhao Hao was bleeding profusely all over, and several locks of his long hair were cut off.

As long as Fengyun Sword exerts force again, the sword net can completely shatter the armor, causing the white-haired birdman to turn into hundreds of pieces of meat.

Zhao Hao was completely disappointed. His opponent was more powerful than he expected.

boom!

The sword net suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Hao fell to the ground, his hair disheveled and covered in blood.

The Fengyun Sword was returned to its sheath, and he said in a nonchalant manner: "Without attributes and artistic conception, you are no match for me."

Zhao Hao sat there with a face ashen as death, and more than 30,000 words of mother selling criticism came to his mind.

He originally thought that he would be able to regain his position today and avoid the shame of that day.

Who would have thought that he would...be insulted by the cold boy again!