A few minutes later, the remaining members of the Oriental Excalibur team also arrived at the scene one after another.

Looking at the three badges in the charred ruins, everyone's eyes turned red, and extreme sadness welled up in their hearts.

"Leopard, Xiaofeng, Radar ......" someone read their code names and couldn't help choking.

These members of the Oriental Excalibur are all iron-clad men, and even if they are scarred on the battlefield, they will not frown, but now, they have tears in their eyes and their bodies tremble.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick, but he hasn't reached the sad place!

The comrades-in-arms who got along day and night died in Huangquan in an instant, and there were not even ashes left.

Such a heavy blow was like a steel nail, piercing them in the chest and hurting their hearts.

At this time, Ye Fan leaned over and picked up the torn badge and carefully hid it in his pants pocket.

Immediately afterwards, he took off his military uniform again, spread it on the ruins, straightened his spine, saluted an impeccable military salute, and said in a deep voice:

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are with your son!"

"Repair my spear and have the same enmity with my son!"

When he said the last sentence, Ye Fan's body erupted with monstrous battle intent, and the air around him seemed to be frozen.

Everyone in the venue also saluted and expressed their deepest condolences to the three fallen soldiers.

Suddenly, Leng Feng seemed to think of something, looked at Ye Fan and said:

"Chief Instructor, that Strange Being, must be hiding nearby! Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must pull him out and dismantle him!"

......

"Assert ......"

A strange laugh, suddenly sounded, echoing throughout the forest, as if it was coming from all directions, making it impossible to determine the source of the laughter.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse voice like a metal cut resounded throughout the audience: "Cut! A group of people are as weak as chickens, and they still want to kill me, it's ridiculous!"

As soon as these words came out, all the players of the Oriental Excalibur in the field tensed up, as if they were facing a great enemy, adjusted their bodies to the best state of resisting the enemy, and did not dare to slack off.

"He Fangxiao is small, timid, get out of here!"

Ye Fan said, volleyed a fist, and blasted towards the right front.

"Boom!"

The surging internal energy came out of the body, pulling out a vacuum tunnel in mid-air, and countless towering trees were knocked down one after another.

Suddenly, a dark shadow burst out from that direction, dodging the fatal blow.

"Whew!Whew!"

The eyes of everyone in the venue looked towards the figure.

I saw that the man was about thirty years old, with a short figure, a big cake face, a pinch of mustache on his lips, a black robe, clogs on his feet, and a golden chrysanthemum painted on his chest.

"Wa people?!"

Seeing this guy's appearance clearly, Ye Fan frowned, and countless doubts appeared in his heart.

You must know that this red island belongs to the territorial waters of China, how could there suddenly be a strange person from the Wa Kingdom?

This is so abnormal, there must be something unknown in it.

At this time, the five short-stature Wai Kingdom Powers glared at Ye Fan viciously, and a wolf-like glow bloomed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Baga! stinky boy, you almost hurt Uncle Ben just now, if you know each other, hurry up and commit suicide to apologize! Otherwise, I will use the power of thunder to blast you into scum!"

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his right index finger, and the crackling electric light lingered and twisted on his fingertips, dazzling.

Even from a long distance, you can feel the terrifying lethality in it.

Seeing this, Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a cold glint like a knife, and he said coldly:

"Look at it this way, Liu Yong and the three instructors all died in your hands?!"

"Cut! You lowly people are all rubbish! I, Taro Miyamoto, but the supernatural of the Great Wa Empire, are extremely noble, and it is their honor to die at my hands!" Miyamoto Taro provoked unscrupulously.

......

Hearing this, many members of the Oriental Divine Sword team had red eyes, angry hair, and their chests rose and fell, as if they had reached the edge of a rampage.

"Presumptuous!"

Leng Feng's eyes were cracked, like an angry lion, and he roared: "The dog of the Japanese country dares to kill my compatriots on the land of China, and the crime is unforgivable!"

"Give—I—die!"

As soon as the words fell, Leng Feng held a dagger, his body turned into a bolt of lightning, and he attacked Miyamoto Taro with a devastating momentum.

"Sting!"

The dagger cut through the air, sharp and unstoppable.

In the Chinese martial arts circles, there is such a sentence -

One inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous.

Long and strong, sharp and sharp.

Short and treacherous, hidden murder.

The dagger is a short weapon that must be close to the opponent in order to attack, and it moves faster and bears more risk when fighting.

But this danger is not only directed at oneself, but also against the enemy.

At this moment, Leng Feng seemed to be incarnated as a peerless assassin, moving forward, forgetting life and death, and pouring all the strength of his body into this blow.

Either you die or I die.

Leng Feng has served in the Oriental Excalibur for ten years, and has experienced thousands of battles, large and small, and has extremely rich combat experience.

There are countless enemies who have died in his hands, and there are many martial arts powerhouses and supernatural ones.

In a few breaths, Leng Feng had already killed in front of Taro Miyamoto.

Killing machines are surging wildly.

However, looking at the cold front that was close at hand, Taro Miyamoto in the distance did not have any intention of dodging, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a sneer, like a blooming poppy, extremely evil.

At this moment, Miyamoto Taro's eyes lit up, and his fingers flicked slightly.

"Thorn la la!"

The thunder that had been lingering at his fingertips swelled in an instant, turning into an overwhelming power grid, impermeable, and shrouded towards the cold front.

Fast!

Too fast!

Although the thunder controlled by Taro Miyamoto is not as fast as real lightning in nature, the speed has exceeded the limit of visual capture.

Previously, Miyamoto Taro only used one blow to blast three warriors of the Oriental Excalibur to the ground.

That kind of destructive power means that he is by no means a B-level ability, and he already has A-level strength, comparable to a martial arts master.

Thousands of thunderbolts are intertwined, not to mention a mortal body, even if it is an armored car, I am afraid it will turn into powder in an instant.

"Oops!"

Leng Feng secretly said in his heart, his vest was completely soaked with cold sweat, and an unprecedented sense of foreboding arose in his heart, as if the god of death had raised his scythe against his neck.

Now, he was only a stroke away from this terrifying grid, and he didn't have time to dodge.

In a few tenths of a second, he would be split into a dry skeleton, not even a bone residue remaining.

"Brother Feng!!"

In the distance, those members of the Oriental Excalibur couldn't help but exclaim, and their hearts hung in the air, filled with anger.

Although Leng Feng is arrogant, he has never been timid or cowardly on the battlefield, and has always taken the lead and rushed to the forefront.

Over the years, many members of the team have been blessed by him and even saved their lives by him.

But now, they are dozens of meters away from Leng Feng, and they can only watch Leng Feng die, but they can't do any rescue.

"Die, ...... man!"

Miyamoto let out a wild laugh, as if he had foreseen Leng Feng's death.

At the last moment, a figure soared into the sky, faster than thunder, as if shrinking into an inch, rushing to Leng Feng's side, blocking between him and the terrifying power grid.

It's Ye Fan!

Looking at Ye Fan's not generous shoulders, Leng Feng's body shook violently, and an indescribable warm current emerged in his heart, which was extremely moving.

Previously, he was dissatisfied with Ye Fan, and had instigated other instructors to deliberately want to give Ye Fan a dismissal.

Who knew that at this time of crisis, Ye Fan stepped forward regardless of his previous suspicions.

Seeing Ye Fan's figure, Miyamoto Taro was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed a hideous expression, and he shouted: "Boy, no matter how fast you are, you can't change anything, you can't escape death after all!"

As he spoke, Taro Miyamoto raised his right hand high, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and the power grid in the sky was also restricted, enveloping Ye Fan and Leng Feng from all directions.

At this moment, Ye Fan straightened his spine, stared at the cold star, and said proudly:

"The pearl of rice grains, dare to shine too? ridiculous!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Fan's mouth widened, turning into a Kunpeng devouring the sky and the earth, and the vitality within a radius of 100 meters was surging wildly.

"Thorn la la!

The power grid composed of thousands of thunderbolts was like being summoned by a mysterious force, and in a few breaths, it was swallowed by Ye Fan alive.

Devouring thunder and devouring lightning, like a god!