Feng Peng's tone was cold and calm, and the blade of the sword across Yue Qingxue's neck was still stained with patches of blood.

Sang Lao, who was still convulsing and bleeding on the ground, proved Feng Peng's ruthlessness even more.

Yue Qing Xue Muran stood there, looking down at Sang Lao, and there was a little confusion in her bright eyes.

From beginning to end, she didn't care about the sword around her neck.

This kind of indifference and coldness makes her look like a ghost. There is no trace of human affection and anger.

Feng Peng shouted a threat, Yue Qingxue suddenly leaned down, stretched out her hand to wipe Sang Lao's eyes, closed her angry eyes for him, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, death is just a new beginning, there is no need to be afraid." ”

As he spoke, he sang the "Yuan Shijing" in a low voice to soothe the soul of Sang Lao.

If there was no one next to Yue Qingxue, he took care of himself and chanted in a low voice, but it made Feng Peng very embarrassed.

Feng Peng's sword was still on Yue Qingxue's neck, but he didn't want to really kill Xiao Yue with one sword.

After all, killing Yue Qingxue in plain white would only anger Gao Zhengyang, and there would be no other effect.

But just let it go, Feng Peng felt very uncomfortable.

Feng Peng threatened Xiao Yue with a sword, making Gao Zhengyang's face a little ugly. can see Feng Peng's embarrassing appearance, and he is very happy. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Yue Qingxue's extraordinary personality makes her different from everyone else, with an extraordinary charm.

This is also the reason why Gao Zhengyang admires Xiaoyue.

Feng Peng held his identity after all, and he didn't want to humiliate a girl. It's just that the killing intent in his heart is even stronger, and he said to Gao Zhengyang: "Do you kneel?"

Gao Zhengyang's gaze looked around, and finally landed on Feng Peng and said, "I can still give you a chance, you can let Xiaoyue go now, you people can still not die." ”

"If you don't kneel, she'll die!" The sword in Feng Peng's hand sank slightly, and the sharp blade cut a bloody mark on Yue Qingxue's neck.

Gao Zhengyang's face changed uncertainly, and he seemed to be thinking about how to deal with it. Feng Peng is not in a hurry, he is forcing Gao Zhengyang now.

There is no doubt that a girl's life is more important than face. Gao Zhengyang will definitely give in in the end.

As long as Gao Zhengyang gives a step, he will keep giving in. In the end, he had to let him brew.

Feng Peng was proud in his heart, but his face was still gloomy and cold.

The wind spirit next to him, his little face was also happy. She has long been tired of seeing the light snow of the moon. and Gao Zhengyang, who is also even more disgusting.

The teacher who dared to kill her, as well as the other masters of the tribe, all died at his hands.

Feng Ling had already thought about it, and when Gao Zhengyang fell into her hands, she asked Gao Zhengyang to taste the craftsmanship of the tribal skinner.

When he was skinned, he was thrown into the dung pit to pickle. I can't die for a few days.

Feng Ling imagined the scene of Gao Zhengyang's screaming, and his heart was even more excited. I only hope that my father will catch Gao Zhengyang as soon as possible, so that she can use her means to the fullest.

The rest of the Wind Department were also proud.

Hostage threats are vile, but they can be effective.

After all, the Tempest Department is a tribe that hunts for a living, and pays more attention to the result than the means.

Only the wind is blowing, and there is always a look of unease. With his understanding of Gao Zhengyang, the other party will never give in.

Feng Yang also hated Gao Zhengyang in his heart, but he was more in awe.

Now, he also knew that there was no way back. If Gao Zhengyang wins, all of them will be unlucky.

After hesitating, he still wanted to remind his father that Gao Zhengyang was cunning and not to be fooled.

As soon as Gao Zhengyang saw Feng Yang's expression, he knew what he wanted to do. pondered: "This kid knows me, but unfortunately, I know you better." ”

Gao Zhengyang took two steps forward, stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a smile: "How to kneel, you teach me ......"

While speaking, Gao Zhengyang put his hand behind his back and made a special gesture to the white tiger behind him.

In the past few months, he has been tossing kittens a lot. Although the kitten is still stupid and cute, it has also had some results.

It is through the guò gesture, Gao Zhengyang can command it to make a mountain-shaking roar.

The kitten really didn't disappoint Gao Zhengyang, and when he saw the gesture, he immediately opened his mouth and yelled.

Follow Gao Zhengyang to eat demon beasts every day, and the kitten's progress is also very huge.

The kitten was originally the peak of the third order, and he had faintly comprehended a higher level of martial arts, which could condense the white tiger's heart.

It's just limited to intelligence, and it's always difficult for kittens to go further. If there are no accidents, it will eventually be able to enter the fourth order by accumulating over time.

After meeting Gao Zhengyang, it was forced to become a pet beast. But there are also huge benefits.

Gao Zhengyang's martial arts attainments are brilliant, and he has also comprehended the martial arts of the White Tiger.

Through the connection of Guò Beast Control Technique, Gao Zhengyang's white tiger martial arts can echo with the white tiger heart image of the kitten.

Under Gao Zhengyang's intentional guidance, the kitten finally broke through the third-order restriction and entered the fourth-order.

The kitten has also learned to be cunning and has become able to hide its breath. When the roar of the mountain is released, it is all based on the vitality and qi and blood in the body, which is extremely hidden.

Although there were many people present, only Feng Peng had reached the fourth order. He never dreamed that a demon beast would be so insidious.

It wasn't until the kitten opened its mouth that he felt bad.

But the distance was too close, and the roar of the earthquake was all transmitted by sound, and by the time Feng Peng reacted, it was too late.

Feng Peng was a little unwilling to swipe the horizontal sword, wanting to kill Yue Qingxue directly.

But a layer of white light suddenly appeared on Yue Qingxue's body, and the blade of the sword slid and failed to cut through the layer of white light.

Feng Peng was even more angry, and really wanted to kill Xiao Yue with a sword. But he was anxious to protect himself, and he had to protect the wind spirits, so he could only give up this tempting idea.

This is also within Gao Zhengyang's expectations. Normal people will protect themselves first, instead of risking the risk to kill people first.

"Roaring ......"

The roar of the white tiger turned into a sound wave, and the mountain roar and tsunami came into the ears of everyone.

Except that Feng Peng had already prepared, his ears were buckled back, blocking most of the sound waves outside.

The others, without exception, were deaf with a buzzing sound in their ears.

The whole person is like suddenly falling into an erupting torrent, rising and falling with the turbulent rapids, and it is difficult for him to be himself.

After the White Tiger entered the fourth order, the power of the Shaking Mountain Roar increased by more than ten times. The most terrifying thing is the impact of the white tiger's heart on the human spirit.

When the sound of the roar of the mountain was pulled to the highest point, most of the people went black at the same time and fainted.

They didn't even have time to appreciate the power of the White Tiger Heart Image.

If the actual sound wave is also centered on Fengpeng, it will explode violently.

That kind of power is like a 152 cannon howitzer heavy cannon, bombarding Feng Peng's body.

Although Feng Peng was blocked by the horizontal sword, he still couldn't withstand the explosive impact and was directly blasted out.

The impact of the sound wave spread out in a ring, and everyone was shaken out.

A roar shook the mountain, and the scene was cleared in an instant. This is the power of the fourth-order white tiger.

Compared to the fourth-order masters of the human race, the power of the fourth-order demon beast was ten times stronger.

The roar of the earthquake is the most powerful and domineering.

Feng Peng flew out more than ten zhang before he barely stood still. The only fortunate thing is that the power of the Shaking Mountain Roar is not aimed at him alone, except for the tinnitus and dazzle, he only has the qi and blood all over his body stirring and churning, and he has not been hurt too much.

It's just that the white tiger's heart has a great impact on his martial spirit.

In Feng Peng's Divine Palace, a giant white tiger illusion was still roaring angrily. Although he couldn't shake his martial spirit, it was not comfortable.

The killing intent in Feng Peng's eyes is even stronger, the white tiger is very powerful, but the talent can be used a few times.

As long as the White Tiger's power is slowly consumed, there will always be a chance to kill it. What's more, it is obviously Gao Zhengyang is pet beast.

As long as Gao Zhengyang is killed, it will also die.

Feng Peng was thinking about how to avoid the white tiger and kill Gao Zhengyang, when a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Gao Zhengyang actually rushed towards him.

"It's your own death!" Feng Peng couldn't help but secretly rejoice, holding the Wind Sword to meet it.

Gao Zhengyang's steps were big and fast, and when he stepped down, the ice, snow, and withered grass on the ground were shaken up.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Gao Zhengyang ran over in a few steps, and it felt like an elephant galloping towards him. The ground shook like an earthquake.

Feng Peng narrowed his eyes slightly, the fluctuation of the vitality on Gao Zhengyang's body was still so low, and this huge momentum relied on his body to exert force, reaching the soles of his feet.

can train his body so strongly, I don't know how Gao Zhengyang practiced.

Feng Peng was quite surprised, if he didn't use the acupoint energy, his strength would never be comparable to Gao Zhengyang.

It's a pity that no matter how strong the brute force is, it will be the kung fu of the outer door after all. There is no comparison with him, who comprehends the wonder of strength.

Feng Peng stood firm, and the Wind Technique worked, adjusting the nine acupoints of the body.

A trace of Yuan Qi gushed out from the acupuncture holes, hooking up with each other, forming a Yuan Qi network in the body, and finally connecting to the Divine Palace.

The strength in the Fengpeng Divine Palace was a cyan sword shadow. He was proficient in the way of the sword, realized that the sword stab of the wind was a mystery, opened the nine acupuncture points, and condensed into the lowest level of martial spirit, that is, the strength of the spirit.

The so-called strength is based on the mysteries as the core, and the real power of heaven and earth is perceived. This power is not limited to vitality, but also refers to various powers such as mental and physical strength.

Strength is equally important for warriors and mages, it is the first step into transcendence, and it is also the foundation.

As soon as Feng Peng's acupuncture points moved, the vitality of the whole body spontaneously operated, and the retrograde vitality penetrated into the divine palace, which in turn stimulated the strength.

The cyan sword shadow of the strength shook, and the roaring white tiger's heart dissipated like a bubble.

Feng Peng calmly adjusted his strength again, took over the body and vitality again, and improved his state to the best.

He didn't dare to ignore it, and he had to kill Gao Zhengyang with a sword. If Gao Zhengyang is allowed to escape, then the white tiger will be difficult to kill.

Moreover, if Gao Zhengyang goes crazy when he is dying, it is easy to kill others.

Get rid of the impetuousness of the body, get rid of the anger of the heart, Feng Peng, who stands with the sword in his hand, his heart is calm and calm, and his divine will is condensed on the blade of the sword.

The subtle changes in the divine will, when revealed, turned into a sharp momentum.

Gao Zhengyang couldn't help but secretly praise that Feng Peng did have the heart and bearing of a swordsman.

However, the stronger the opponent, the more excited and combative Gao Zhengyang becomes.

"Suffer death!"

Gao Zhengyang snorted, his hands clenched weakly, like fists but not fists, like claws not claws, and the chest of Xianfeng Peng blasted one after the other.

He was like a tiger pounced on its prey, and even the fist was a claw that mimicked the whirring of tiger meat.

The most important thing is that Gao Zhengyang's fierce hunting momentum has completely won the essence of tiger culling, and it looks like a humanoid tiger pounced on him.

Feng Peng was also a little amazed, this style of boxing has already obtained the essence of the gods, as long as he continues to cultivate, he can always condense the martial spirit.

"It's a pity that there isn't that day!"

Feng Peng was sneering, urging the wind to stab, and with a flash of sword light, it reached Gao Zhengyang's chest.

But at this moment, he faintly heard the sound of a tiger roaring.

Feng Peng's heart tightened, knowing that it was wrong, but it was a little late. The sound of the tiger's roar came into his ears, and his blood was churning, and the blade of the sword flowing like light couldn't help but slow down.

Gao Zhengyang's left hand flicked like a tiger's claw and was pressing on the sword. The incomparable strength of the sword swings away at once.

At the same time, his right hand was clawed at the same time, and he was grasping Feng Peng's heart.

When the tiger's claws went down, Gao Zhengyang's five fingers suddenly popped out, just like a tiger popping out the tip of the claw.

As soon as he grabbed it, Feng Peng's talisman soft silver armor was caught. Including the sternum, etc., a large hole was dug out.

The follow-up palm power spat again, and the violent force penetrated through the body of the wind peng, shattering the clothes on his back and scattering them.

This type of black tiger plucked out his heart, and he was extremely ferocious and supernatural by Gao Zhengyang.

Feng Peng stood there, a large hole in his chest revealing a blurred flesh and blood.

He knew that he was going to die, and asked unwillingly, "How can you stop my martial spirit?"

"Wu Luo, I have it too. ”

Gao Zhengyang looked as a matter of course, "Your son didn't tell you?"

"Poof......" Feng Peng spit out a mouthful of hot blood with anger, and couldn't speak.

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