The pure and pure essence of vitality arrived as scheduled.

Gao Zhengyang was happy. Sure enough, these third-order powerhouses of the Wind Clan were much stronger than the patriarch of the Wolf Clan.

He was originally a little worried, after killing Feng Yuan, maybe the other third-order martial artists would be ineffective.

Maybe it's because of the crazy absorption of the titanium alloy, maybe it's because the Yuan Qi in his body has accumulated too little, and the Yuan Qi obtained by killing Feng Xing is not inferior to the Feng Source time.

Gao Zhengyang was so comfortable that he almost moaned.

The titanium alloy in the body is stimulated by the thick essence of vitality and becomes active again.

At this time, Feng Zhen also arrived.

Feng Zhen is burly, also wearing half-body heavy armor, with a thick beard on his face, ring-eyed and high-nose.

Just looking at the physiognomy of the body, there is a taste of heroic heroism.

His eyes were red, his hair was open, and his whole person was already angry.

But when he made his move, he was extremely cunning.

Before the wind vibrated people, he took a few steps under his feet, dragged and kicked his feet on the ground, and raised dust in the sky.

The others hid behind the dust, and rushed to Gao Zhengyang with a punch.

Feng Zhenyi is afraid that Gao Zhengyang will shoot arrows again, this person's archery skills are too terrible. His heart is a little empty.

It's also to save the wind. It's not very promising, but it's always worth trying.

Gao Zhengyang threw the bow away casually, and picked up the wind on the ground under his feet, and the wind flew up with a swish, smashing towards the wind.

Although the dust and smoke are flying, the wind vibration can still be faintly distinguished, and it is the wind that flies over.

The speed of the wind is very fast, and if he is allowed to fly out, he is afraid that he will break his bones and tendons.

But considering Gao Zhengyang's insidiousness, Feng Zhen still avoided it sideways.

It's okay if Feng Yang just flies out, he can let go and fight.

How could Gao Zhengyang's means be so simple, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Feng Yang's ankle, and shook his wrist, like a whip, and smashed Feng Yang sideways towards Feng Zhen.

No matter how angry Feng Zhen is, he still has reason in his heart.

Although reluctant, he still didn't want to hurt Feng Yang. Step aside again.

Gao Zhengyang circled Feng Yang's body for half a circle, and also distanced himself from Feng Zhen again.

The wind vibrating body method is not slow, but Gao Zhengyang's feet are like skating, the transition and retreat are smooth and light, and it is really like a ghost.

Feng Zhen knew that Gao Zhengyang was going around in circles with him, but he was helpless. can only follow Gao Zhengyang's rhythm.

What's more, Feng Zhen is not in a hurry. Entangled Gao Zhengyang, he would have no chance to shoot arrows.

The wind and waves in the distance have already rushed over.

When the two join forces, no matter what ability Gao Zhengyang has, he will be pinched to death by them.

Feng Xing took advantage of the circle, and also took back the iron rod inserted in the ground.

With a familiar weapon in hand, Fengxing is also a refreshment.

"It's time to test your character!"

Gao Zhengyang shouted, and once again turned in the wind and slammed it over.

This time, Gao Zhengyang used the cannon fist in the form of meaning, and the force was fierce and violent.

Feng Yang is like a human sledgehammer, no matter where it is smashed, Feng Yang's body can't withstand this force.

It depends on whether Fengxing has the ability to catch the wind.

Fengxing's eyes froze, and he also saw that something was wrong.

Gao Zhengyang's strength is too strong, and he is not good at subtle changes, and he has no good means to catch the wind.

If it is hard-connected, not only will Feng Yang die, but he will also be seriously injured.

Feng Yang was in the air, his face was oppressed and deformed by the oncoming airflow, his eyes were blurry, and he could only barely see Feng Zhen's figure.

He knew in his heart that Feng Zhen on the other side would never be able to dissolve the power in his body, and he would die.

It's just that people are afraid of death, even if they know that there is no hope, Feng Yang still screams in fear.

The howl of panic and pain made Feng Zhen's face twitch too.

Feng Yang is quite famous in the tribe and is the next generation of talents that many people are optimistic about.

Seeing the familiar child being killed, but there was nothing he could do, Feng Zhen felt uncomfortable.

Feng Zhen gritted his teeth, regardless of the wind that fell, and slammed a stick towards Gao Zhengyang's chest.

The method of this stick is also a sting of the wind.

But in Feng Zhen's hands, he pays more attention to explosive power.

Feng Zhen hated the extremely high positive yang, he not only stimulated the acupoints, but also encouraged the muscles around his body, and slightly deformed the close-fitting steel armor.

Feng Zhen's idea is very simple, he has a half-body steel armor body, let Feng Yang smash on his body, at most Feng Yang is knocked to death, he will not be in big trouble.

But if he goes down with a stick, Gao Zhengyang is an iron man, and he will be smashed by him with a stick.

Gao Zhengyang must not dare to fight hard, if he changes his moves, Feng Yang still has a way to live.

And he also won the initiative and could continue to attack and no longer give Gao Zhengyang a chance.

Feng Zhen's idea was good, but the battle didn't go according to his plan.

Gao Zhengyang had no intention of hiding at all, and he didn't change his moves. seems to recognize that Feng Zhen will be afraid of Feng Yang, and will not really fight with him.

A ruthless cold light flashed in Feng Zhen's eyes, and since this was the case, he would no longer have any scruples.

Anyway, Feng Yang is dead, and it is not bad to be able to fight for him a chance to kill the other party.

When Feng Yang smashed down, Feng Zhen shrank his neck to avoid it, dodged his head, and was smashed on the shoulder by Feng Yang's chest.

The thick shoulder pads on the shoulders knocked Fengyang's chest into a weird fold. I can't live anymore.

Feng Zhen's face was hot, and he knew very well that it was the hot blood that burst out of Feng Yang's body.

And that's not all.

The most terrifying thing is that there is an explosive force on Feng Yang's body, which is transmitted to him through the iron armor, shaking his five internal organs, stirring his qi and blood, and half of his body is numb.

His feet were soft, and he moved half a step to the side.

The iron rod in Feng Zhen's hand was inevitably affected and lost its three-point power.

Even so, the iron rod was still smashed Gao Zhengyang's chest.

The iron rod weighs eighty pounds, and under the full force of Feng Zhen, it really has the power of opening a stone and cracking a monument.

Gao Zhengyang's chest was smashed out of a deep pit, and the protective leather armor and clothes were immediately shattered.

The strength on the iron rod penetrated through, Gao Zhengyang's back also bulged violently, and the clothes and leather armor on his back also exploded into thousands of pieces.

Feng Zhen couldn't help but be happy. Although it was a little strange that Gao Zhengyang could not be pounded and worn, the fierce stick force was completely released, and Gao Zhengyang's heart and lungs and other organs were definitely pounded into meat puree.

No one can afford such an injury. Gao Zhengyang will definitely die.

With this judgment, Feng Zhen couldn't help but relax.

Even the wind and waves that came in a hurry also slowed down. He saw it more clearly, and he also felt that Gao Zhengyang would die.

Although it was a pity that he couldn't be captured alive, Feng Tao also felt relieved when he thought that so many people were killed by Gao Zhengyang.

This emaciated teenager really has a terrifying power.

As soon as Feng Zhen's body and spirit relaxed, Gao Zhengyang's left arm suddenly crossed and flew out of the iron rod on his chest.

Feng Zhen is relaxing physically and mentally, who expected such a change. The fierce force from the iron rod shook his fingers, as if he had been shocked, and the iron rod immediately flew out of his hand.

Gao Zhengyang's feet slipped, and the person came to Feng Zhen's body.

"Hoo ......"

Gao Zhengyang exhaled a mouthful of hot air, just like the steam emitted by boiling water, which made Feng Zhen on the opposite side feel hot on his face.

At this time, Feng Zhen noticed that Gao Zhengyang's naked upper body was very unusual.

Gao Zhengyang was originally skinny and lacked muscles. But at this time, the thin and tough muscles tightened, like iron wires wrapped around the body, and the skin showed an iron blue.

Although the body is still thin, it is like steel cast iron, giving people a domineering feeling of toughness and fierceness.

Only on the chest, there was a round wound of broken flesh. It was the marks left by his iron rod.

"Is this a horizontal practice?"

Feng Zhen's huge ringed eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

He had seen some horizontal martial arts, which could indeed make the body very strong. But to say that Henglian can block his full force is a joke.

After all, the human race is flesh and blood, and no matter how much they cultivate, they can't be as hard and tough as steel.

Unless you can cross the seventh order and become a heaven-level powerhouse, it is possible to surpass the limitations of flesh and blood.

Feng Zhen's eyes couldn't help but show a little fear, this Gao Zhengyang is definitely not human!

People are in awe of the unexplainable and strange powers.

The unkillable Gao Zhengyang made Feng Zhen really a little scared.

Martial artists, without courage, can't use fifty percent of their strength. Feng Zhen only stimulated the acupuncture points, and the whole person was at a low point.

The combination of various factors made Feng Zhen lose his fighting spirit.

Gao Zhengyang felt the fear of Feng Zhen, and his eyes showed a little disdain.

A martial artist who has no confidence in his own strength can display the essence of martial arts.

"Waste ......"

Gao Zhengyang silently spit out two words, clenched his hands into fists, and made a direct attack.

He stepped on the ground, and the force reached his feet, shaking the ground with a bang.

Although Feng Zhen was afraid, he instinctively punched to meet it.

But when he shook under his feet, it was as if the solid ground suddenly turned into water, and a huge wave rolled up at once.

The strong fluctuations from the ground destroyed Feng Zhen's center of gravity and his movements.

Gao Zhengyang punched over, and it was hitting Feng Zhen's big fist.

In the crisp click, Feng Zhen's phalanges and wrist bones were shattered, and his fists were abnormally twisted and deformed.

Without waiting for Feng Zhen to feel the pain, Gao Zhengyang's left fist arrived again.

Feng Zhen crosses the elbow block, which is a very famous iron latch in boxing. It means that the arm is horizontal, like closing the iron door and dying, and no one can enter.

Feng Zhen is a master in the end, aware of the danger, and his instinctive response is quite sophisticated. He only had one thought now, delay a little longer, and the storm would arrive.

What he didn't expect was that Gao Zhengyang's fist was too strong, and as soon as his arm was blocked, the arm bone of his forearm was broken hard.

At this point, Feng Zhen's arms were abolished, and his chest was wide open.

Wind and waves dozens of steps away, anxiously shouted, "Hold on, I'm coming......"

"Bang ......"

Gao Zhengyang would not give the other party a chance, and once again improved his punches, and the fierce and violent cannon punches hit Feng Zhen's chest one after another.

Feng Zhen wears a half-body heavy armor, which is made of three layers of demon animal skin, with an iron block placed in the middle, and the outermost layer is made of tandem iron armor. It is the most protective heavy armor.

Normally, swords do not hurt, only spears and strong bows can break through the protection of heavy armor.

But as soon as Gao Zhengyang punched down, the iron sheet on the surface of the heavy armor was shattered and collapsed.

The force of the fist penetrated straight in, and although it was blocked by the iron armor of the second layer, the fist force exploded again.

Like the destructive power of a gunpowder explosion, the wind vibrated and breathed away, and the blood boiled, and it erupted from his mouth uncontrollably.

Gao Zhengyang's fists bombarded in a row, each punch was like an artillery bombardment, that kind of fierce and violent momentum, it seemed that it could be smashed and blown away at every obstacle.

This is exactly the serial cannon he created.

The cannon fist in the form is fierce and violent, but it needs to urge the whole body to strength.

But the human body is limited, and even the grandmaster of the national art cannot break out continuously.

Gao Zhengyang is different, he uses titanium alloy as his bones, and his body has reached an inhuman level.

Once, he infiltrated a war-torn country and experienced first-hand the power of continuous bombardment from heavy artillery positions.

Inspired by this, he took the heavy artillery salvo and fired the fierce and violent momentum that destroyed a qiē, creating a chain of cannons.

This trick is actually nothing unusual, it is to rely on the body to be inhuman, and pour the strongest strength in the shortest time.

Wind vibration, which has no power to fight back, is like a fixed target on the position.

Under the bombardment of the serial artillery fist, the wind vibration steel armor was shattered, the sternum and internal organs were also shattered, and the upper body of the whole person was almost shattered.

By the time Fengtao arrived, Gao Zhengyang had already collected his fists, looked at Feng Xing and said, "You seem to be late?"

Feng Zhen hadn't fallen yet, standing there staggeringly, bleeding from his eyes and nose, his mouth was still coughing purple and red blood clots, and his mouth was still saying, "Hurry, cough, cough, run, run......"

Feng Tao was frightened and angry, and he was speechless.

From a few people attacking, it is only ten breaths now, Feng Xing was shot to death, and Feng Zhen was beaten to death. Even the wind was blown to death.

He was the only one left of them.

And these are all caused by Gao Zhengyang alone!

Thinking of this, Feng Tao couldn't help but feel creepy, this young man must have a terrible demon hidden in his body.

The thought of "run ...... quickly" suddenly popped up in Feng Tao's heart, and it was uncontrollable.