[The first thousand three hundred and twenty-five chapters are far beyond the peak of the seven star
In Dragon God Huangquan, Feng Ziyue and others are not making fast progress.
The storm is getting bigger and bigger.
Even for strong men like them, it is not an easy task to move forward in such a storm that fills the sky with only the guidance of Dragon Slayer Tianxin.
Especially Ling Kong Wuji, who had long been fearful in his heart, always looked pale and was unable to exert his full strength, dragging the whole team back.
On the contrary, Xiaodie's real strength may be quite inferior to Ling Kong Wuji, but her attitude is calm and calm, and she appears to be able to keep up with Feng Ziyue.
"Brother Feng, it's not easy for your wife to hide her strength without revealing it!"
The God of Food slave couldn't help but quietly gave Feng Ziyue a thumbs up.
No wonder he simply refused even such an alluring offer of marriage from Dragon Bone City. It turned out that he already had a good wife in his family, and it was really enviable for a couple to fly together and go hand in hand.
The God of Food slave couldn't help but sigh as he recalled what happened at home.
"But your wife seems to be an orc..."
As one of the twelve main gods, he has a vicious vision, so he can naturally see that Xiaodie is a humanoid incarnation, but he himself belongs to the beast tribe.
In the ancient battlefield of Xuanyuan, humans and foreigners never intermarry. Seeing such a pair made the God of Cookery a little surprised.
It was because he fell in love with a foreign woman that he didn't expect to be caught in a conspiracy, so he was still worried about the demons. Feng Ziyue wanted to marry an orc woman. Didn't those old-fashioned people from the human race have any objections?
"Xiaodie and I have a long-term fate, and no one can separate us... So what if we are from different races, as long as our hearts are in harmony, we are a good match. Brother God of Cookery, don't be too attached to the past."
Feng Ziyue clasped Xiaodie's slender hand and smiled slightly. He was reborn once and already knew what was most important and what he should protect, and he would never give up.
He and the God of Cookery slave also hit it off, so there was a lot of enlightenment in their words.
"This is what I mean..."
The God of Food slave sighed, "To this day, I don't know whether to blame her or thank her. No matter what, she is still the woman that my God of Food slave loves most in this life."
Although the witch harmed him, he always felt in his heart that it was a conspiracy of the demons, and she had no choice but to do so. Unfortunately, with the death of the witch, it was no longer possible to ask what the truth was, and he would always have only one regret left in his heart.
.
It's so easy to say let go.
"What time has it been? You two are very affectionate as sons and daughters!"
Xiaodie unceremoniously pulled her hand back from Feng Ziyue's hand, "Quickly kill the Doomsday Dragon first, that's the most important thing!"
She smiled brightly and stepped forward, not afraid of the raging storm.
Looking at her heroic appearance, Feng Ziyue couldn't help but smile, while the God of Food slave was dumbfounded, "Brother Feng, why do you think your wife thinks that killing the god Doomsday Dragon is as easy as saying to go have dinner first?"
He couldn't understand the confidence Xiaodie had built up in Feng Ziyue over the years. As long as Feng Ziyue was around, he would never think about failure!
This kind of optimism seems to be very easy to infect the people around you.
The God of Cookery slave himself was originally worried, but now he is somehow more settled. Even Ling Kong Wuji's face looks a bit better.
"snort!"
At this moment, there was a sharp groan in the storm, and then a ball of blue light exploded.
"careful!"
Lingkong Wuji shouted, "Dragon Soul has a secret method, and it can throw all kinds of powerful monsters from infinite distance. Get ready to fight!"
The Dragon-Slaying Heart in his hand flickered unsteadily, already sounding the alarm for battle!
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and behind the blue light in the void, many strange monsters jumped out, holding huge sharp blades, and slashed at the four of them randomly!
"This is the Giant Blade Madman! It is an ancient creature with a fierce nature and infinite strength. It cannot be attacked forcefully..."
The God of Food slaves were also well-informed, and as soon as they saw the image of the monster, they immediately reported their names.
Each of these ancient creatures has strange powers. Although they fight without rules and seem to have little wisdom, their terrifying strange power alone is already irresistible. Even today in the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield, people are still fighting from time to time.
We can see their appearance. The Gods have also organized many campaigns to eliminate them, and the God-Eaters have also fought against them.
Although with his strength, it is not too difficult to defeat a small group of giant blade mad demons, the key is not to meet their offensive head-on!
"Understood!"
Feng Ziyue chuckled lightly and raised his sword. Although he understood what he was saying, it seemed as if he didn't hear what the God of Cookery slave was saying. He faced the giant blade madman's blade and stabbed straight with his sword!
"What the hell!"
The God of Food slave shouted angrily. He admired Feng Ziyue's martial arts very much. He could kill the demon Sha Haihai with one sword. His strength was probably still higher than that of his twelve main gods, but no matter what, he couldn't possibly have it.
Why should such a crazy demon use its own shortcomings to attack the other's strong points?
Just as he was sighing, he heard a chi chi sound. When Feng Ziyue's sword light came into contact with the giant blade madman's blade, he did not have the slightest intention of retreating and collapsing.
The mad demons are all swept into it!
Phew! Phew!
With a muffled sound, those giant-blade mad demons let out ferocious howls, and the sky was filled with blood!
With one sword strike, the dozen or so giant-blade mad demons summoned from the void were all destroyed!
God of Cookery slave and Ling Kong Wuji were stunned and looked at Feng Ziyue in disbelief.
"He...he also hid his strength. When he killed Sha Haihai, he didn't show such overwhelming power!"
The God of Cookery slave was shocked, he never expected that there was such a master among the human race!
Judging from his current actions, he has completely exceeded the peak strength of Seven Stars. Could it be said that he has stepped into Eight Stars?
No...it's impossible!
The God of Cookery slave shook his head. It is impossible for the human race to have an eight-star powerhouse, and Feng Ziyue does not show the characteristics of an eight-star powerhouse. It can only be said that he has completely surpassed the seven-star peak, but is still far away from the eight-star powerhouse.
Still not enough!
For such people, there is often just a lack of opportunity.
As long as he finds an opportunity, he can take this step without any hindrance and become one of the top masters in Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield!
"If the human race really has an eight-star powerhouse, I'm afraid that the current situation in Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield will be rewritten again!"
After all, the Food God Slave is the main god of the Protoss. He had already thought of the possible influence in the future, but then thought of the current situation, he just sighed, shook his head, and clapped his hands in praise.