Miss Eight Series Summoner

"Arrogant arrogance is to pay the price of blood!" Feng Yan's gloomy voice sounded, and the strength of the sword in his hand increased rapidly.

The long sword sank into Feng Xi's body at a speed of lightning speed.

Feng Yan watched as Long Sword plunged into Feng Xi's body and curled up the corners of his mouth coldly. However, his face changed in the next instant.

Because, there is no sound of a long sword piercing the body, no **** smell that should be there, and even no real sense of entity penetration at all.

Feng Xi's figure suddenly distorted in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared!

Afterimage?

It's just an afterimage of Fengxi!

Feng's elders, who were watching the game below, suddenly looked cold.

Although Feng Yan has just broken through the evolutionary division, she is also an evolution division. Even if she is a multi-line summoner, how can she be compared with the evolution division in terms of speed and strength?

She could actually escape Feng Yan's speed attack. What is going on?

Feng Qing was also obviously stunned. Seeing his father's attack failed, he was a little stunned for an instant. It is estimated that the shock in his heart is almost the same as when he was in the Colosseum.

And it is precisely this situation that attracts him the most...

Feng Yan was also a little shocked, looking at the long sword that had just clearly pierced Fengxi, the shock in his heart seemed to be reflected on his face.

For a long time, in his real strength, no one is his opponent. Not to mention the person who can escape his speed attack.

"A flash **** will kill you, you have to be careful!" When the cold voice came, it gently brushed Feng Yan's ear, bringing an extremely dangerous breath.

Feng Yan suddenly turned around subconsciously, swinging the long sword in his hand, just in time for Feng Xi's figure that suddenly appeared.

The long sword in his hand faced the long whip, and a low buzzing sound accompanied the sound of the sword.

"You..." There was a touch of surprise in Feng Yan's eyes.

I just felt that an incredible force suppression came from the long whip in Feng Xi's hand. It was not the effect of elemental power, but it seemed to be pure physical power.

As a summoner, Feng Yan naturally knows that it is absolutely impossible for a summoner to possess that kind of physical power, unless he is... a samurai...

"Om...!"

After reaching the apex with a loud confrontation, they separated suddenly.

At the moment of separation, a vague wave of power suddenly spread from the area where the two met.

The elder Feng below suddenly waved his palm, and the enchantment formed by the power of the elements suddenly wrapped Feng Qing who was still at a loss on the side, and he also stirred up the protective shield.

This was able to withstand the power fluctuations from the air pressure.

Feng Qing's eyes were staring at Fengxi, his heart was trembling constantly, and his breathing was a bit short, but he didn't know why. At this moment, he seemed to feel that the woman in front of him was so far away, as if he was forever. Can't catch up.

Feng Yan's face grew darker and darker, and the summoner actually had such power. What kind of freak was Feng Xi?

"Who are you?" Feng Yan stood somewhere in the air, his palm tingling at the tiger's mouth.

It was just the result of fighting Feng Xi's strength, others didn't know it, but Feng Yan knew clearly that he used 70% of the strength to fight just now.

Seventy percent of the evolutionary class's strength actually drew a tie with her who was only in the middle of the ninth stage!