Feng Yuan's long hair was scattered, and he was only wearing a long gown on his body, with a half-covered chest and a half-leaking chest, and his muscle lines were extremely obvious. Shows his strong and powerful body.

In a hurry, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and he was barefoot. Only in his hand was a snowy long sword.

The cold light on the blade of the sword flowed, emitting a cold chill.

Even if it was still far away, Gao Zhengyang could sense the coldness on the blade.

There was no doubt that this was a rune sword weapon, at least not inferior to the Cold Flame Sword.

Although Feng Yuan held a sharp weapon, he did not dare to move.

Three-stone strong bow, too dangerous.

Judging from Gao Zhengyang's archery skills just now, at a distance of fifty steps, he can shoot a bow at least three times.

Although Feng Yuan was confident, he didn't dare to say that he could block the chain of three arrows unscathed.

Normally, it is impossible to shoot a three-stone strong bow in a row. Judging from Gao Zhengyang's thin body type, he should not be able to pull away the three-stone strong bow.

Yiqiē is so abnormal, and he is afraid of the wind, and the wind source does not want to take risks.

He wasn't as angry as he came out. Three dead guards are nothing.

What really annoyed him was that the prey he was rounding up dared to kill him in turn.

Wind Source waited, and he didn't believe the other four guards were dead. As long as one person comes out and helps him share some of the pressure, he can solve Gao Zhengyang.

"Aren't you looking for me, I'm here, you're shrinking!"

Gao Zhengyang sneered mercilessly.

Just like the cruel words that Feng Yuan said, Gao Zhengyang laughed at Feng Yuan, also for one purpose, to provoke the other party.

It's just that this face-to-face ridicule is more impactful. It also makes it harder to endure.

Feng Yuanqiang suppressed his anger and said, "Gao Zhengyang, you actually dare to kill the guards of our department. Now kneel down and surrender, I may be able to spare you a way out. Otherwise, "

"Otherwise?" Gao Zhengyang asked with interest.

"Otherwise, not only will you die, but the Iron Forest Department will also die. ”

Gao Zhengyang's attitude made Feng Yuan feel that this threat was useless. But I have to say.

Just saying it, I always feel that it tastes weird. seems to be cooperating with Gao Zhengyang again. There is no momentum.

"Whatever you want. Gao Zhengyang said indifferently: "I'm not a god, I haven't done it myself, how can I have the leisure to care about the life and death of others." ”

Gao Zhengyang's understatement made Feng Yuan feel very weak and a little puzzled. "This guy doesn't care about other people's lives at all, why is he running here?"

Feng Yang, who was lying behind the tent, also thought of this problem. He said in a loud voice: "You say you don't care. But he ran over to die, not for the Iron Forest Department!"

"Although there is no need to explain, I still want to clarify that I am only here for one person!" Gao Zhengyang said.

"I know, it's for the light snow. Feng Yang smirked, "Don't worry, I'll take her back to the tribe to tune it up." Teach. Wait until I'm tired of playing,"

Before Feng Yang finished speaking, the sharp roar of the arrow breaking through the air came again. The wind was startled and hurriedly spun to the other side.

"Sneer......"

The wolf's tooth arrow tore through the leather tent and grazed past Feng Yang's shoulder.

Feng Yang broke out in a cold sweat, if he had reacted more slowly just now, there would have been an extra wolf tooth arrow on his head.

Gao Zhengyang had just made the action of drawing the bow, and Feng Yuan hurriedly rushed towards him.

The situation is urgent, and the wind source has already activated three acupuncture points in a row. Although barefoot is uncomfortable, it is easier to exert force.

He stepped out, and the ground was shaken with dust, and the rubble shot out. With this power, he jumped out of two or three feet at once.

The vitality released in the acupuncture points stimulates the qi and blood around Feng Yuan's body, providing him with sufficient strength.

With his speed, he could rush in front of Gao Zhengyang in just five steps.

During this period, Gao Zhengyang could shoot up to two more arrows.

There are some risks, but Feng Yuan is confident, and it is not a problem for him.

Sure enough, Gao Zhengyang opened the bow again.

Sanshi's strong bow was rounded by Gao Zhengyang.

Feng Yuan squinted his eyes slightly, ready to block the frame. To his surprise, Gao Zhengyang didn't shoot him, but shot at the wind behind him.

"Damn little brute!" Feng Yuan scolded angrily, but he couldn't reach it.

What the Wind Club does best is speed. Among the Wind Recipes that Feng Yuan has cultivated, there is a secret method that is specially used to increase speed.

In a hurry, Feng Yuan once again stimulated a point on the lower abdomen.

Through this acupoint, you can temporarily connect other acupuncture points to form a resultant force.

The surface of Feng Yuan's body is already purple and red. This is when the qi and blood flow to the extreme, and the color of the blood seeps out from the skin.

His body also quietly swelled and thickened, revealing a powerful sense of strength all over his body.

Suddenly, Feng Yuan looked like a steamed crab, purple and steaming.

The wind source people have not yet arrived, and the boiling heat has already hit the face.

It's like steam after boiling water.

Gao Zhengyang was also a little surprised, Feng Yuan can run qi and blood to this kind of process, which is already equivalent to the master of holding pills in the national arts.

Because of the foundation of the body, as well as the bonus of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, the power of the sudden burst of the wind source has far surpassed the master of Bao Dan.

"It's strong!"

Gao Zhengyang was not surprised, if the wind source was weaker than Lang Changfeng, then it would be disappointing.

Since the wind source is so strong, Feng Yang can't be kept any longer.

Gao Zhengyang pulled out his strong bow and shot three arrows in a row with great speed.

This serial rapid fire is something he learned to play before. This method of shooting pursues the ultimate rate of fire, and the target is usually very close.

Gao Zhengyang is different, his strength is too strong, and his body coordination is good.

The alloy skeleton was used as a scaffold, and when he held the bow, there would never be an undue shuddering shift.

The wind behind the tent was blowing, and the sound of arrows was heard again, and my scalp was numb. Hurriedly changed positions again.

Two arrows in a row slashed past his side, and although it was thrilling, it made Feng Yang breathe a sigh of relief.

At this point, Gao Zhengyang has fired six arrows in a row, even if he is extremely talented, it is time to reach the limit.

What's more, the wind source has already rushed over. How could Gao Zhengyang have time to shoot arrows with a bow again.

At this moment, another scream was heard in the ears like the wind.

The wind shook and he wanted to roll again without thinking, but his body shook and he lost his autonomy.

After a pause, Feng Yang felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and on his left shoulder, he felt the feathers of the wolf's tooth arrow.

The arrow went through his shoulder, and then through his back.

Feng Yang was so young that he realized that he was going to die, and he suddenly screamed in horror.

Feng Yuan, who had already pounced in front of Gao Zhengyang, was also slightly shocked.

Feng Yang's screams made him realize that the situation was not good. It was also because he was experienced and knew that he must not be chaotic at this time, so he reluctantly controlled his mind and did not look back.

No matter what went wrong with Feng Yang, he had to kill Gao Zhengyang first.

Feng Yuan's killing intent was surging, and both eyes were red. With the purple and swollen body, the whole person is like a demon running out of hell, fierce and vicious, and murderous.

Gao Zhengyang threw the strong bow aside, and pulled out a pair of daggers pinned to the back of his waist with his backhand.

Before Feng Yuan could draw out his sword, he instead advanced and stabbed first.

Gao Zhengyang did not retreat but advanced, which was indeed a bit beyond the expectations of the wind source. What surprised him even more was the timing of Gao Zhengyang's shot.

It was his front foot that landed, and the back foot didn't keep up with the gap.

When one foot is on the ground, it is difficult to do the subsequent force action. All kinds of tricks are not used.

Judging from the timing of the shot, Gao Zhengyang is like a master who has experienced a hundred battles, and he is extremely spicy.

His facial features are immature, and he looks like a teenager no matter how you look at it.

Moreover, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, revealing his rugged skinny body. It's even a little funny to look at.

Feng Yuan didn't feel ridiculous at all now, he just felt that this person was full of weirdness.

Whether it is the style of acting, or the way of speech and behavior, it is difficult to see.

The most frightening thing is the indifferent calm when he kills.

It seems that he just killed a few ants casually. And not to kill the living people.

Compared to those who are agitated and crazy when they kill, this indifference is more ruthless.

Excited and crazy because they cared, but Gao Zhengyang didn't care at all. The two are not at all on the same level.

Feng Yuan originally thought that Gao Zhengyang was just a teenager who had an adventure, but now he felt that something was wrong.

Strength can skyrocket, and martial arts may also advance by leaps and bounds, but this mature, firm, and strong will and mentality cannot be achieved overnight.

These complicated thoughts flashed in Feng Yuan's heart, and they were immediately pressed down by him.

Now, this is not the time to think about that.

The wind source once again activated the three acupuncture points. The acupuncture points located on his arms and back, respectively, stimulated the nearby muscle groups, giving him extraordinary reflexes and speed of his shots.

As a third-order high-grade martial artist, Feng Yuan has opened up a total of seven acupuncture points.

At this time, he activated all seven acupuncture points. The wild run in front only consumed less than 20% of the vitality.

Feng Yuan cultivated the Wind Technique since he was a child, and all the acupoints opened in the body had corresponding secret techniques.

All seven acupuncture points are opened, and it is also one of the strongest mastery of the Wind Division: the Wind Thorn.

Feng Yuan's sword was originally pointed diagonally at the back of his feet, and as soon as his arm moved, the sharp blade went against the trend, piercing Gao Zhengyang's heart.

The change of this sword is simple, but it is as fast as the wind. The most terrifying thing is that the speed at which the sword stabs out is constantly surging.

The sword light flashed, and the blade reached Gao Zhengyang's heart.

In particular, when the wind source opens all the acupoints, the vitality stimulated by the seven acupoints stimulates the corresponding skeletal muscles of the body, and completely unifies them.

All the power of the third-order high-grade martial artist burst out in this sword through the secret method.

One can imagine how fast and terrible such a sword is.

Masters compete with each other, and if they make a mistake, they will lose all the games.

Although Feng Yuan's speed was fast when he came out of the sword, Gao Zhengyang didn't care about it. But on the way, the speed of the sword blade suddenly increased tenfold, which made Gao Zhengyang's subsequent changes come to naught.

In the light of the sword, the blade smoothly pierced into Gao Zhengyang's heart.

The sound of the blade breaking through the flesh and bones is subtle and deep.

As long as it is a human race below the Heavenly Rank, if the heart is pierced, it will definitely die.

Feng Yuan was sure to win, and his face couldn't help but show a sneer, "No matter how cunning you have, you can't stop my peerless fast sword." ”

But somehow, Feng Yuan felt that the blade seemed to have stabbed something sleek, and the blade slipped slightly, deflecting a little before penetrating Gao Zhengyang's chest.

The sword blade was too sharp, and the sword was too fast, and the sword blade all penetrated Gao Zhengyang and sank into the handle.

What made Feng Yuan feel strange was that Gao Zhengyang's expression was indifferent, his eyes were calm and resolute, and it seemed that it was not his body that was stabbed.

If something is abnormal, there must be a ghost.

Feng Yuan was alert that something was wrong, so he wanted to draw his sword and retreat. But Gao Zhengyang's right hand had firmly clasped his right wrist.