The years when I would transform

Wang Xiao rushed towards the White Feather Clan evolver like lightning, his speed was so fast that people could not react. Sand and rocks were flying, and the sonic boom was terrifying, like a falling meteorite, very scary.

"Lao Lei, you are so shameless."

He even had the leisure to engage in a verbal battle with Frevogon, which was really disrespectful. While his mouth was moving, his hands were not idle either, and he punched out with a thunderous sound. This was the Thunder Fist, the famous skill of the master of Wen Tai martial arts in China Harbor.

The two White Feather Clan evolvers looked solemn and raised their hands forward at the same time. The wings behind them also emitted light at this time. The feathers on those wings turned into sharp arrows, trying to pierce Wang Xiao's body.

However, Wang Xiao's punch was too fast, and he struck first after being attacked.

boom!

This punch was so domineering that it showed its true form and thunder filled the air, as if the thunder from the sky had descended upon the world and split the chaos.

puff!

The punch hit and directly broke the right palm of one of the White Feather Clan evolvers, and pierced his chest, causing his body to break into pieces, and then exploded, turning into a large pool of blood, like a gorgeous blood flower blooming in the air.

"Little weakling!" Wang Xiao said lightly.

This was an evolver who had reached the state of unity between man and nature, and was at the same level as him, but he was killed instantly by him.

"Oh no! Wang Xiao is too strong. I am no match for him." Another member of the Baiyu tribe screamed in fear and retreated frantically.

Wang Xiao chased after him and said, "Weren't you very arrogant just now? Do you really think that two people can be my opponent? You little weakling."

At the same time, the Son of God took action. A bright sword light pierced Wang Xiao directly, stopping Wang Xiao who was about to make a finishing move.

"You shock me, but that's all." The Son of God held a snow-white sword in his hand. White mist was rising from the tip of the sword, and a mini rainbow was faintly visible.

Wang Xiao was not afraid. He used Tai Chi Lan Que Wei to direct the sword light to another place. The sword light pierced through half of the mountain with a "whoosh" sound, and it was unknown how deep it was.

"I told you to come together, but you refused to listen. Now look what happened. Two of you are dead." Wang Xiao did not attack again. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and lit it slowly.

Seeing that Wang Xiao still had the leisure to smoke, Freyvogon gave him a thumbs up in admiration, "Old Wang, I don't admit defeat except you."

The saint was standing in the distance, graceful and elegant, her long black hair moving slightly in the wind, very charming.

"Holy son, do not underestimate the enemy. Don't forget the warning from the elders. I will help you kill him." The saint opened her red lips slightly, her voice clear and pleasant.

The saint was arrogant and cold in nature, and ordinary people were not even worth her attention. When she heard the elders of the clan advising her not to make an enemy of Wang Xiao, she was full of disdain, thinking that Wang Xiao was nothing special.

But now her view has changed. Wang Xiao is very strong, not weaker than herself, and is also a genius at the level of the Son of God.

The Son of God rejected the Saint’s proposal and said, “I am enough.”

The Tianjiao Club will be broadcast live to the entire universe. As the Holy Son of the Baiyu Clan, he will become an elder or even a clan leader in the future. How can he join forces with the Holy Maiden to fight the enemy?

How will the evolvers in the universe view me in the future?

How can I be an elder or even compete for the clan leader?

"Come die!"

The Holy Son stepped into the air, his whole body flourished with white clouds, his eyes shone with divine light, and the wings behind him turned into flowing light and merged into his body. This was the Holy Son's unique method of evolution. In a short period of time, he absorbed the white wings to increase his combat power by 40%, which was enough to crush most of the geniuses at the same level.

Following the Holy Son's cold shout, the aura between heaven and earth seemed to freeze in an instant, and an unprecedented sense of oppression emanated from his body, like a sudden cold current in winter, and the green grass on the lawn instantly froze into ice.

The Son of God's figure left a trail of afterimages in the air. Every step he took seemed to cross the boundaries of space and time. His speed was so fast that it was astonishing. The snow-white sword in his hand was like a living thing at this moment. Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

“Thunder Fist, thunder shaking the nine heavens!” Wang Xiao growled and rushed forward unwillingly.

He clenched his fists, and the thunder energy in his body surged, as if hundreds of thunder dragons were roaming in his body, trying to break out. Then he suddenly blasted out with his fists, the sound of thunder was deafening, and the power of thunder intertwined in the air into a dense electric net, and pounced towards the Son of God.

"Swords dance in the sky, frost and snow fill the sky!" The Holy Son shouted, and in the blink of an eye, he thrust out 38,000 swords, each of which contained endless chill and murderous intent. Wherever the swords passed, the air seemed to be frozen, forming tiny ice crystals that drifted away with the wind.

boom!

Wang Xiao's Thunder Fist collided with the Holy Son's Frost and Snow in the Sky. In an instant, thunder raged, ice and snow flew, the earth shook, and rocks rolled.

The two separated as soon as they touched, and then collided again.

Wang Xiao's body was covered with bone armor, especially his hands, which were wrapped in thick bone gloves covered with mysterious runes. He could actually withstand the Son of God's sword without leaving any traces.

This rune is the evolution method of the Yanhuang Black Clan, which was learned by Wang Xiao through "apprenticeship". It can enhance the strength of the body or bone soldiers.

In just a few breaths, the two fought for tens of thousands of rounds, and their attack speed was unparalleled. Fortunately, the live broadcast equipment was made by the Mechanical Clan, otherwise the picture would be a blur. Even so, the fight between the two made countless evolvers grit their teeth.

"These two are too fierce. They are fighting completely relying on the method of evolution!"

An evolver netizen lamented that Wang Xiao and the Holy Son relied on their respective evolution methods to fight the enemy. Wang Xiao used the Chinese martial arts evolution method, and the Holy Son used the White Feather Clan's swordsmanship, and neither of them gave in.

"The Baiyu tribe's swordsmanship is so superior that the Yanhuang tribe's Thunder Fist is somewhat powerless." Many evolvers also discovered that although Wang Xiao's Thunder Fist was powerful, it was not enough to contend with the Baiyu tribe's swordsmanship for a long time.

Just as the cosmic netizens were expressing their opinions, Wang Xiao suddenly changed the evolution method...

"Six Meridians Divine Sword!"

A ray of divine light shot out from Wang Xiao's fingertips, the air exploded, and the void trembled.

The Holy Son drew his sword back to block, and with a ding, he retreated several thousand meters, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

"I was just playing with you. Who has more evolution methods than our Yanhuang people? Try this trick again."

Wang Xiao took a big step forward and instantly appeared in front of the Son of God. He pushed the Son of God’s chin upward with his left palm, and the Son of God swung his sword and slashed it.

It has to be said that the reaction speed of the Son of God was excellent. If Wang Xiao did not change his tactics, he would have been cut on the wrist by the Son of God. The bone armor there was relatively weak and could be cut off.

"Today is August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival of our Yanhuang people. I'd like to invite you to have a Bajiquan brand mooncake."

Wang Xiao suddenly extended his palm to the side, then leaned forward, bent his elbow and gathered strength. A tremendous force surged in his body, and then he instantly thrust his elbow forward.

PS:

On this Mid-Autumn Festival, Lao Er once again extends his sincere blessings:

The moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the silver light shines on the sky, the osmanthus is fragrant, and the jade rabbit is auspicious. May you have long-lasting blessings, good health, a harmonious family, and success in everything. The bright moon is in the sky, sending my love from afar, thousands of miles away, let's share this good night. May you have the bright moon in your heart, be glorious in every step, have a bright future, and be blessed.