“It’s a bit awesome!”

One bullet can actually do far more damage than itself, so Xiuyi, eager to try it, decided to try it himself.

After several attempts, he was disappointed to find that he could only release his breath, but could not accurately integrate the wind attribute breath with the weapon. The difficulty level was too high, and he could not truly integrate himself with the gun.

boom!

boom!

Bang bang bang...

Xiu Yi was still repeating the exercises mechanically. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect...

"You don't have much time left. If you can't master your common weapons, you won't be able to reach the end of the peak confrontation. Maybe you will die."

Feng Yi seems to be narrating an insignificant thing.

This is the biggest booster for Xiuyi. Xiuyi understands in his heart that Brother Feng wants to strengthen himself in this way, but he is just too stubborn to lose face.

Fortunately, he opened his mouth and responded with a bright smile, "Don't worry, my life is harder than anyone else's, I must learn it."

"I hope so, but ah, boy..."

Brother Feng seemed to have something to say, so Xiuyi said "hmm" and turned on the focused listening mode.

"Through hard work, it is not enough to master the above skills."

Raphael lowered the brim of his hat, and the only half of his face that remained was his unchanging smile, wild and meaningful...

"If your teacher often tells you that it's not bad, it's okay, you probably won't achieve much. There is no more harmful word than this - to me, the outcome of you and Ziyu is actually not that important.

All this depends on both of you, but from your standpoint, you have to pay attention to it."

Xiu Yi nodded half-understood, seeming to understand, but not completely understanding.

"I have nothing to teach her, but you are different. Watch out, I won't demonstrate this trick a second time."

"Yes!" Xiu Yi held his breath and concentrated, becoming more solemn... Although I don't know why, the meaning of Brother Feng's words is too great, and he will not demonstrate it a second time!

Feng Yi said: "This is the secret of spear skills that can only be used by mastering the wind attribute, the awakening of eagle strike."

"Hah!"

Hearing a soft cry, Feng Yi Lightning pulled out the revolvers and folded them on his chest. As he gathered strength, a breath suddenly emerged, and his open windbreaker made continuous sounds under the agitation of the breath...

As the aura continues to rise, thunderbolt arcs are faintly appearing all over Feng Yi. This is a visual magnetic storm that only wind-attribute aura can present!

At this time, the power Feng Yi released became stronger and stronger, and the resonance with the weapon became more and more obvious. The constantly trembling gun god roared out like a wild horse...

Crack!

The moment the gun left the hand, there was a clanging sound, and hundreds of meters away, the old tree had been completely severed by the revolver's swing.

As the strong wind roared, the thunderous power of the revolver not only did not diminish, but became increasingly uncontrollable with the continuous injection of wind-attribute power.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

At this moment, the sights of the four people have already been locked within a radius of two thousand meters, but it is difficult for their sights to keep up with the dizzying frequency. The continuous gyrations of the eagle attack are originally single targets, but they create a group attack effect that fills the sky with afterimages.

The two revolvers turned into ten, and ten turned into a hundred. The silver lightning in the sky was like light rain, jumping wantonly, silently writing a legend about the legendary gun god...

Xiu Yi and the other two were already shocked beyond measure by this cool scene that can be called sensory control. The friends were completely stunned...

"Haha!"

With the arrow leaping out, Feng Yi shot into the eagle strike field in an instant. His thunderous movement actually followed up the revolver continuously. In other words, the displacement and direction of the eagle strike's rotation was originally under his control.

Feng Yi made a lightning kick and hit the gun in the middle.

Surprisingly, not only did the weapon not cause any reverberation damage to him, the angle of the ejection actually changed unpredictably in a weird way that is difficult to explain physically. As he tossed and turned, Feng Yi's figure shuttled like lightning, in the storm of eagle strikes. Changing, dancing and galloping, continuously changing the weapon's strike direction, at this time, the revolver god Raphael seems to have truly integrated with the weapon. He is the weapon, and the weapon is him. The two are inseparable.

For a time, countless afterimages faded and appeared, flashing continuously in this huge playground.

Sometimes he would appear thousands of meters away, and sometimes he would come to Xiuyi and the others to control their guns. The eagle strike that he originally attacked became regular and smooth during the continuous movement of his body. The whole body rotates at high speed, forming an absolute defensive barrier.

At the end of the whole scene, in this short three minutes, it seemed that the only thing left in the ears of several people was the buzzing sound effect, and the empty ruins and debris within a radius of two kilometers. There was nothing. Leave.

"Snapped."

The weapon fell back into Raphael's hand again. This time he learned the lesson wisely and put on a pair of insulated laminated gloves. He prepared them in advance and was not as embarrassed as last time.

Not only that, he also used the hot gun body to light a cigarette, which was awe-inspiring.

"It's windy, cough! Mr. Raphael, the barrel of your gun is red again." Sisi showed an admiring look on her face, pointed at the revolver with her bare hand, and complained.

"What age has it been? Who doesn't have a cooler for their ultimate move? Well, as far as I'm concerned, I'm no exception." After Feng Yi said that, he blew out a puff of smoke in her face with high spirits.

Sniffed Qiong's nose...

Regarding his bad behavior, Xixi, a passerby, promised not to beat him to death. However, when she faced Raphael, surprisingly, she had no resistance in her heart.

The distance of the eagle's swing is actually an attempt to control it through its own wind attribute.

But after the demonstration, Feng Yi didn't explain too much to Xiu Yi. He hoped that Xiu Yi could understand the mystery on his own.

Feng Yi leaned down, picked up the fallen hat, and turned back into the handsome Raphael. Under his unchanging calm smile were his weathered eyes, and a pair of eyes that seemed to have conveyed joy and sorrow for a long time.

Only then did Xiu Yi and the four of them feel regretful!

Damn it, I was so engrossed in watching just now that I didn’t even notice that Brother Feng’s hat fell to the ground. This shouldn’t be done, it shouldn’t be done.

Just like that, Raphael glanced at everyone, walked away without looking back, and waved gently toward the sky to say goodbye.

I hope the next time we meet, it will be at the Peak Arena.

"Hello……"

Xiu Yi suddenly shouted and stopped Raphael who was walking far away.

Hearing this, Feng Yi just paused slightly and measured half of his face under the shadow.

"Thank you! Brother Feng! I will inherit this inheritance. I mean, wait and see the good show in a month!"

Xiu Yi finally couldn't hold it any longer and shouted out Brother Feng's voice, as if this was the only way to vent the restless emotions in his heart.

"Ah."

Turning around again, Feng Yi took long strides and slowly disappeared from the horizon.
Chapter completed!