God-level Pet Evolution System

Chapter 1189 Absolute Crush

Feng Yixiu’s figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already in the sky above the green sting dragon. The muscles on his arm swelled, and the dragon pattern light bloomed all over his body.

“Steel-cutting style, breaking pole!”

An unpretentious silver-white Sword Ray flashed by, and Feng Yixiu had already landed steadily on the ground from high in the sky, slowly returning the Chaos Demon Sword to the blade.

As the Chaos Demon Sword slowly returned to the scabbard, the head of the green sting dragon behind him also slid down simultaneously, and the heavy head fell heavily to the ground.

After a while, the huge green sting dragon turned into a little bit of aura and disappeared. Long Heng had just been severely injured in just a few seconds, and now he was injured by the death of the war spirit, his face turned pale.

When Long Heng just wanted to stand up, Feng Yixiu slammed his head to sink his head in the mud. The tremendous strength made the opponent unable to fight back.

Although this Dragon Heng is a seventh-level war spirit, it is only a third-level source Practitioner. Even if Feng Yixiu does not have the power bonus of the dragon pattern, as the ultimate third-level source Practitioner, he can be stable in strength. He suppressed the opponent, not to mention that when the opponent was seriously injured, Long Heng could say that there was no room for resistance.

When the onlookers saw Feng Yixiu pressing Long Heng on the ground, the shock in their hearts could not be described in words.

It was too violent. Feng Yixiu’s combat power like the humanoid Magical Beasts is totally unreasonable. This has not yet used the power of the war spirits to steadily gain the upper hand, and the gap between the strengths is really too big.

Before they saw King Shura, they had always thought that the Spiritual Warlord would never be the opponent of Spiritual Warlord, but now they have completely subverted his common sense.

As expected to be a man who can unify the Shura capital and the gates of the underworld, it is as terrifying as expected…

Feng Yixiu looked down at Long Heng at his feet indifferently, and said solemnly: “You are not my opponent, as long as you apologize to that brother, this matter is forgotten, otherwise you would never want to live out of my darkness today. Golden cage!”

Long Heng tried to use his hands to support his body, but he failed helplessly.

At this moment, he felt that pressing own was not a human foot, but a heavy mountain, completely unable to shake it.

After struggling for a while, he gave up struggling, but his mouth still mumbled: “Have you ever seen the chief apologize to his subordinates? Don’t go too far…”

“Oh? Am I going too far?” Feng Yixiu’s mouth raised slightly, revealing a rather evil smile, and said coldly: “Then I will let you see that it is even more excessive!”

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Yixiu’s Chaos Demon Sword pierced Long Heng’s palm with a single sword, and nailed it to the ground fiercely.

The ice vines again tied Long Heng’s wrists and ankles firmly to the ground, and the wind slowly loosened his feet.

The severe pain almost made Long Heng faint in an instant, but the extreme cold on his wrists and ankles made him feel so awake, even if he wanted to coma, he couldn’t do it.

Long Heng slowly raised his head and found that the vines that bound his wrist had become like ice crystals, exuding a chilling breath.

If I remember correctly, Long Heng clearly remembered that the vines were dark gold just now, how did they become ice vines again?

The combination of the gold element and the wood element is already unthinkable, but it is also possible to carry out the conversion of attributes, which is even more terrifying!

The Chaos Demon Eye on the Chaos Demon Sword suddenly turned around randomly. It hadn’t drunk blood for a long time. How could it be let go of such a good opportunity this time.

For a while, Long Heng’s blood was slowly drawn by the Chaos Demon Sword, and bright red blood lines appeared on the Chaos Demon Sword, just like a living thing.

Long Heng’s face was turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, feeling the increasingly weak vitality, and finally began to panic.

“If you kill me, the Long Family will definitely not let you go. Do you know what the Long Family Patriarch has to do with me?” Even in such a field, Long Heng still refused to be soft, but threatened again.

The corners of Feng Yixiu’s mouth rose slightly, unconsciously a little ridiculous, thinking that this Long Heng really didn’t see the coffin and didn’t cry.

Slowly squatting down, Feng Yixiu’s eyes gradually became cold, his violent murderous aura was as suffocating as a huge wave, and he said coldly: “Then do you know who I am?”

When Long Heng looked at the upper wind and repaired his eyes, a kind of horror originating from the origin of life could not help but surface. He seemed to be in the boundless sea of ​​blood. The phantom of King Shura in his eyes was gradually stained with blood red, and the wind was repaired. There was a sea of ​​blood behind him!

This kind of substantive murderous aura is impossible to pretend. Don’t forget that Feng Yixiu has fought all the way from Shura’s blood path. There are tens of thousands of blood spirit masters who have fallen in his hands.

King Shura is different from ordinary Shura. King Shura can control his own desire to kill, but it does not mean that he has no murderous aura.

When facing a real enemy, the killing aura displayed by King Shura is not comparable to ordinary Shura, the two are as different as clouds and mud!

Long Heng looked at Feng Yixiu’s terrifying eyes. He had no doubt that Feng Yixiu would really kill him. He could only lower his head and tremble and said, “You are King Shura, I was wrong… I’m sorry!”

Feng Yixiu frowned, holding the hilt of the Chaos Demon Sword with one hand, turning fiercely, frowning and saying: “I want you to apologize to the little brother who was slapped by you, what do you apologize to me? ?”

The piercing pain and excessive blood loss made Long Heng almost fainted. When Feng Yixiu touched the hilt of the Chaos Demon Sword with his hands, the Chaos Demon Sword stopped drawing blood.

But just as he was about to faint, the ice vines that bound his limbs suddenly became hot again. When he looked over, the ice vines that had just been crystal clear turned into flame vines again.

Long Heng has been completely trapped now, and he doubts whether he has hallucinations. How could a wood vine have something to do with the flame?

But the hot flames on his wrists and ankles made him accept this fact, and the severe pain of alternating hot and cold made him completely let go of his own dignity.

If this continues, I am afraid that it will not be long before my own feet and hands will be abolished…

“Brother Lu Chuan, I’m sorry, I was wrong!” Long Heng finally couldn’t hold it back, looking at the person who had just been slapped by himself, a trace of blush appeared on his pale face.

The brother who was named suddenly felt a little untrue. Long Heng, who had always been defiant, even apologized to himself?

When Long Heng saw the Minister of the Mountain Department on weekdays, he was always ignorant. He looked down on everyone except the Marshal of East China. He was a person with a higher eye, and he even apologized to such an insignificant little person like himself!