"Are you Gao Zhengyang?"

With Feng Peng's acquiescence, Feng Peng's attitude became more and more arrogant, he took a few steps forward, pointed at Gao Zhengyang and asked.

Gao Zhengyang jumped down from the white tiger and replied casually: "You have such an angry tone, you want to fight?"

Wind Madness is stout and tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and is the tallest and strongest warrior in the Wind Force.

But when Gao Zhengyang stood on the ground, everyone found that he seemed to be a little taller than the wind maniac.

Moreover, Gao Zhengyang's limbs are slender and powerful, the overall proportions are extremely coordinated, and the same muscles are tense, but Gao Zhengyang's body is a perfect fusion of strength and beauty.

Compared with Gao Zhengyang, Feng Mad is like a black bear standing on a human side, looking stupid and dull.

Obviously, the wind is mad, and the body is thicker, and he is wearing heavy armor and holding a long knife. Gao Zhengyang on the opposite side was wearing only a pair of shorts, standing barefoot in the snow, with nothing in his hands.

But everyone felt that Gao Zhengyang was stronger and more powerful.

Sang Lao, who was standing at the back, his old face was almost wrinkled. It only took more than two months, and Gao Zhengyang grew too fast.

Thinking that he had calculated him, Sang Lao felt a little uneasy in his heart. I just hope that Gao Zhengyang doesn't know about it. I thought again, with so many people, Gao Zhengyang is definitely not an opponent.

Not only everyone was affected, but also the wind himself was mad, and there was also a faint feeling in his heart that he was not as good as Gao Zhengyang.

This subtle change in mentality, the wind maniac himself is not quite clear why.

Unconsciously, the wind frenzy fell downwind from the momentum.

Everyone present took it for granted. It seems that the wind is not as crazy as Gao Zhengyang, which is a very normal thing.

Feng Peng, who was standing behind, frowned, Feng Mad had already opened the eighth acupoint some time ago, and the initial cohesion was strong, although it was still unstable, his strength had increased by more than three times.

Wind Maniac was enough to defeat the four of them in melee combat.

And the fluctuation of the vitality on Gao Zhengyang's body is very weak, and at most three acupuncture points can be opened. Normally, you can't stop the wind from punching.

But for some reason, Feng Peng also had a bad premonition, as if Feng Feng would lose.

Feng Peng couldn't help but glance at Feng Yang, revealing an inquiry.

Feng Yang immediately understood what Feng Peng meant, and said in a low voice: "Gao Zhengyang is very strong, the teacher and the sixth uncle were all killed by him." In the past few months, he has made rapid progress, and the eighth uncle is only afraid that he is not an opponent......"

After a pause, Feng Yang couldn't help but persuade: "Even if we win against Gao Zhengyang, it's useless, that master won't allow us to touch him." ”

Feng Peng asked rhetorically: "That master is so powerful, can we leave safely?" What's more, Gao Zhengyang won't let us go." ”

Feng Yang couldn't help but lower his head, indeed, even if he had no opinion, Gao Zhengyang would not agree.

If he didn't want to embarrass his father and them, Gao Zhengyang wouldn't dare to stop them.

"He is vicious and ruthless, and his moves are fatal. Please Uncle Eight, he must be careful......"

Feng Yang thought for a moment and hurriedly reminded.

Feng Peng smiled coldly, "Your eighth uncle is not a child. How can you not know that the war is dangerous, and you still need to remind you!"

"Die!" the wind shouted furiously, and took three steps in a row, and the man rushed by running, and after the long knife was raised high, it suddenly fell.

Wind Slash, a knife technique evolved in the Wind Technique.

This kind of actual combat knife technique is extremely concise and does not have any tricks. It is to charge, exert force, and slash.

Wind Mania has practiced Wind Slash since he was a child, and this knife has slashed at least hundreds of thousands of times. The practice is extremely proficient.

From the wrist to the ankle, from the eyes to the state of mind, they are all integrated by this incomparably skillful knife, and naturally enter the most familiar state of wielding the knife.

In the wind-mad shrine, the faintly formed strength shimmered slightly. The invisible and subtle connection of Tong Guò stimulates the eight acupuncture points in the body of the wind maniac, emitting a trace of vitality.

The vitality is not strong, but it cooperates with all the movements of the body, adjusting the body muscles, muscles and bones in subtle places, so that the body of the wind madness instantly explodes to a peak.

The condensation of strength made the power of the wind explode far beyond that of a third-order martial artist.

The powerful and peerless knife also made the wind madness's divine momentum instantly pull to the top.

At this moment, his divine will seemed to be attached to the blade, and there was a kind of comfort in the movement of the knife at will.

Even the onlookers, even if they couldn't understand it, felt that this knife was skillful and smooth, with indescribable might.

Feng Ling's little face couldn't help but smile, "You're not dead this time!" She knew that this Eighth Uncle was already a fourth-order martial artist. This battle will be won.

The other fighters of the Wind Crew were also excited.

Sang Lao was nervous and expectant, and he also hoped that Feng Mad would kill Gao Zhengyang with one sword. The Iron Forest Department has been fine since then, and he has been fine since then.

Among all the people, only Yue Qingxue is the most indifferent. She's even a little nonchalant.

She is most familiar with Gao Zhengyang's character, and if she is not sure, he will not come out stupidly.

Gao Zhengyang will win this battle, but he doesn't know how many moves to win.

The wind was so mad that he didn't have so much thought, he was just using a knife now. Just as his strength was at its fullest, Gao Zhengyang suddenly retreated.

When Gao Zhengyang retreated, his body did not move, his shoulders did not shake, his legs did not bend, and he slid backwards strangely. Just the right amount of the blade.

The long knife was too strong, and the wind couldn't contain it, and slashed angrily on the snow.

The thick and hard frozen soil covered with snow and ice was cut apart with a knife, and the ice, snow and debris flew in all directions.

Feng Madness missed, although he was a little surprised, but he didn't care. Once the Wind Slash is deployed, it is like a raging wind, swift and ferocious, and can destroy a qiē.

He is cohesive and strong. I don't believe that I can't kill this little cub.

The wind frantically turned his wrist and turned the knife, and was about to take advantage of the situation to cut again, but Gao Zhengyang on the opposite side moved with his left foot, and actually stepped on the smooth knife with one foot.

Gao Zhengyang's leg technique is so weird and strange, and when he stepped out, it was the gap between the wind's wild wrist rotation force, which made him unavoidable.

Feng Mad felt that his hand sank, and the long knife seemed to be pressed by a weight of ten thousand jun, and he couldn't pull it out after exerting his strength, and he was shocked. Hurriedly exert force again.

The corners of Gao Zhengyang's mouth were slightly upturned, and the wind was crazy at this time, and he really didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

His leg method is a combination of step-by-step golden lotus and incense elephant crossing the river, the two most extreme Shaolin leg methods.

Step by step golden lotus's non-red dust, its elegance and elegance needless to say. The leg method of crossing the river is even better.

Elephants weigh so much that their bodies inevitably sink to the bottom when crossing the river. There was no water to be seen above, and no image was seen.

The first mystery of the incense elephant crossing the river, knowing that the elephant is there, but there is no trace.

The deeper and heavier essence is that the incense is like the bottom, and you can see the bottom of the river. That is, it is incisive and thorough, and it is straight to the point.

Gao Zhengyang has been cultivating with extinction for more than two months, although he only cultivates Xuanwu and does not destroy his body. But the power and insight are increasing day by day.

Xuanwu is immortal, the deep and introverted of the Xuangui, and the agility of the dark snake are long, constantly strengthening his body.

Eating the flesh and blood of third-order demon beasts every day, although half of the vitality essence was absorbed by the titanium alloy. But the remaining half of the Yuan Qi Essence was also enough to nourish his body, replenish the qiē energy he needed, and make him strong quickly.

To this day, he only talks about all aspects of his body, which is far better than his peak period.

However, the titanium alloy has not been able to complete the second stage of fusion. His physical strength is not as strong as it was at the beginning.

He has a new understanding of the national art he learned in his previous life. Some of the fighting moves have been reinterpreted by him to enhance their power again.

Gao Zhengyang stepped on the long knife with one foot, and kicked out his right leg at the same time. The wonderful leg method, the deep incense is like the wonder of crossing the river.

Although Feng Mad was a fourth-order master, he couldn't detect anything wrong. But his eyes captured the image of Gao Zhengyang's legs.

"Bad ......" Wind Maniac has rich experience, hurriedly let go of the long knife, and crossed his hands to protect the door.

He thought to himself that he was wearing heavy armor, and his eight orifices were penetrated, condensed into strength, and he was fine with Gao Zhengyang's legs. But the wind maniacs knew immediately that he was wrong.

"Bang ......"

In a series of dense and muffled sounds, the wind frenzy hit nine legs, from the knee to the temple, all of which were broken by the kick.

The left body of the wind madness was deeply sunken in, and the whole person was bent into a bow.

Flesh spurted out of the heavy armor. Especially the head, like a dough that has been trampled on, it is no longer shriveled and collapsed.

"Stop,"

Feng Peng behind saw that the situation was not good, and people rushed out. But before others arrived, Wind Madness was kicked to death.

Feng Peng stopped, looking at the corpse that was twisted like a bow but still standing, and his expression was dazed.

A fourth-order martial artist who is enough to crisscross the ten divisions of the Eastern Wilderness was kicked to death as soon as he saw his face?

Feng Peng felt as if he was in a dream, and he was in a trance, which was extremely unreal.

He couldn't help but think of what Feng Yang had just said, "He is vicious and ruthless, and his moves are fatal." Please Uncle Eight, he must be careful......"

This sounds like a nonsense, but the cruel reality proves how correct Feng Yang's reminder is.

Feng Peng felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, and he regretted that he despised Gao Zhengyang too much and underestimated his son too much.

Thinking that Feng Yang had frantically asked him to leave quickly, Feng Peng even regretted it a little, "Maybe you should listen to your son." ”

This thought was just a flash, and it was held down by Feng Peng. He is the leader of 100,000 people, and he has his own decisions.

"Shoot the arrows!" Feng Peng ordered decisively.

Gao Zhengyang is indeed a strong enemy, from martial arts to personality, it is unpredictable.

Feng Peng was not interested in fighting him, and it was easiest to shoot him directly with a bow and arrow.

This time he brought six sharpshooters, each with a three-stone strong bow.

Shoot the bow together, even he can't parry head-on, he can only run as far as he can.

Several archers had already prepared and fired their bows together when they heard the words.

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

In the sharp roar of arrows breaking through the air, the six archers almost let go of their strong bows, clutching their shoulders and screaming at the same time.

In the shoulders of several people, they were pierced by a short arrow with white feathers. Even the location of the injury is exactly the same. It's as if it's overmeasured.

At the same time, six arrows were fired in succession, hitting the same position of six people.

Such terrifying archery skills made Feng Peng's face change greatly. When he looked up, he saw a girl dressed in white, flapping her white wings in the sky, circling around them.

The girl in white is holding a cyan short bow in her hand.

"Crane Clan Archer!"

Feng Peng's face was ashen, and he recognized the girl's origin.

The crane tribe is good at archery and is one of the best races in the world at bows and arrows. The crane tribe who is qualified to go out with bows are all archers. In other words, the lowest is also the fourth order.

The other party has a crane archer, and they are not opponents when they are ten times more numerous.

Feng Peng took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and said in a loud voice: "I am friends with the Crane Lingyun of the Crane Clan, why did you attack us?"

"Aunt Yun's friend?" He Feiyu was a little suspicious.

"I have a token. Feng Peng said as he took out a short arrow and showed it to Crane Feiyu.

"Oh, I really know Aunt Yun. ”

He Feiyu responded indifferently, and said: "Fortunately, if I shoot quickly, if I am slower, Aunt Yun will never see you as a friend again." ”

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