"Are you Gao Zhengyang?"

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

Gao Zhengyang jumped off Baihu and responded casually: "You are so angry that you want to fight?"

Feng Kuang has a thick and tall figure, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and is the tallest and strongest warrior in the Qifeng tribe.

But when Gao Zhengyang stood on the ground, everyone realized that he seemed to be a little taller than Feng Kuang.

Moreover, Gao Zhengyang's limbs are slender and powerful, and the overall proportion is abnormally coordinated. With the same muscles, Gao Zhengyang's body is a perfect fusion of strength and beauty.

Compared with Gao Zhengyang, Feng Kuang is like a black bear standing on his own, looking stupid and dull.

It was obvious that Feng Kuang was thicker and he was wearing heavy armor and holding a long knife. Gao Zhengyang, opposite, was wearing only a pair of shorts, stood barefoot in the snow, with nothing in his hands.

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

Mr. Sang, who was standing at the back, almost wrinkled his face. It took only more than two months to grow up, Gao Zhengyang grew up too fast.

Thinking of his calculations, Mr. Sang felt a little uneasy again. He only hoped that Gao Zhengyang would not know about this. He also thought that Gao Zhengyang would definitely not be his opponent in so many people.

Not only were everyone affected, but Feng Kuang himself also felt a sense of inferiority to Gao Zhengyang in his heart.

Feng Kuang himself didn't know why this subtle change in his mentality was.

Before we knew it, the wind was at a disadvantage from its momentum.

Everyone present took it for granted. It seemed that Feng Kuang was not as good as Gao Zhengyang, which was very normal.

Feng Peng, who was standing behind, frowned. Feng Kuang had already opened the eighth acupoint some time ago and initially condensed his strength. Although it was still unstable, his strength increased by more than three times.

Feng Kuang was enough to defeat Feng Xing and the other four in close combat.

Gao Zhengyang's vital energy fluctuates very weakly, and at most three acupoints are opened. Normally, it cannot block Feng Kuang's punch.

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

Feng Peng couldn't help but look at Feng Yang, revealing his inquiry.

Feng Yang immediately understood Feng Peng's meaning and whispered: "Gao Zhengyang is very strong. Teacher, uncle six and others are all killed by him. He has made great progress in the past few months. Uncle eight is afraid he is not an opponent..."

After a pause, Feng Yang couldn't help but persuade: "Even if you beat Gao Zhengyang, it's useless. That master will not allow us to touch him."

Feng Peng asked back: "Who is so powerful, can we leave safely? Besides, Gao Zhengyang will not let us go."

Feng Yang couldn't help but lower his head. Indeed, even if Juemi had no objection, Gao Zhengyang would not agree.

If Jumio didn't want to make things difficult for his father and the others, Gao Zhengyang would not dare to stop him.

"He took action with ruthlessness and was ruthless. Please be careful with Uncle Eight..."

Feng Yang thought for a while and hurriedly reminded him.

Feng Peng smiled coldly, "Your eighth uncle is not a child. How could you not know that the war is dangerous? You should remind me!"

"Die!" Feng shouted angrily, taking three big strides in a row, and the man rushed by running. After raising his sword high, he suddenly slashed.

The sword technique evolved from the Fierce Wind Slash.

This practical sword technique is extremely concise and has no tricks. It is to accumulate strength, exert force, and kill.

Feng Kuang practiced the Fierce Wind Slash since he was a child, and this sword has been cut at least hundreds of thousands of times. He is extremely proficient in his practice.

From wrists to ankles, from eyes to mental states, they are all integrated by this extremely skillful sword, and they naturally enter the most familiar sword swing state.

In Feng Kuang's divine palace, the vaguely formed power shines slightly. Through invisible and subtle connections, it stimulates the eight acupoints in Feng Kuang's body and emits a trace of vitality.

The vitality is not strong, but it cooperates with all the body's movements to adjust the body's muscles and muscles and bones in subtle ways, allowing Feng Kuang's body strength to explode to a peak instantly.

The power of the power of Feng Kuang is far greater than that of the third-level warrior.

The powerful sword also instantly led Feng Kuang's spirit to the peak.

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

Even if the people watching were unable to understand, they felt that the knife was proficient and smooth, and had an indescribable power.

Feng Ling couldn't help but smile, "You are still alive this time!" She knew that this eighth uncle was already a fourth-level warrior. He would definitely win this battle.

The other soldiers of the Breathing Fighter were also excited.

Mr. Sang was nervous and expectant, and hoped that Feng Kuang would kill Gao Zhengyang with one knife. Tielin's army would have nothing to do from now on, and he would have nothing to do from now on.

Among the people, only Yue Qingxue was the most indifferent. She was even a little careless.

She was most familiar with Gao Zhengyang's personality. Without any confidence, he would not appear stupidly.

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

Feng Kuang was so crazy that he didn't have that much thought. He was just focusing on using his sword. Just as his power was exerted to the extreme, Gao Zhengyang suddenly retreated.

When Gao Zhengyang retreated, his body did not move, his shoulders did not shake, and his legs did not bend, and he slipped backwards strangely. He gave way to the blade just right.

The long sword was too strong, and Feng Kuang couldn't hold back the force, and he slashed the snow with anger.

The thick and hard frozen soil covered with ice and snow was cut apart with one knife, and the ice and snow and broken soil splashed everywhere.

Feng Kuang failed with a knife, although he was a little surprised, he didn't care. Once the Fierce Wind Slash was launched, it was like a strong wind, and it was fast and fierce, and could destroy everything.

He gathers strength and strength, and he has a long and strong strength. He doesn't believe that he can't kill this little boy.

Feng Kuang turned his wrist and turned his knife, and was about to take advantage of the momentum to cut it again, but Gao Zhengyang, the opposite side, moved his left foot and stepped on the smooth knife.

Gao Zhengyang's leg technique was so strange and strange. He stepped out with one foot and was the gap of Feng Kuang's wrist turning force, which made him unable to avoid it.

Feng Kuang felt a sank in his hand, and the long sword seemed to be suppressed by a heavy object. He used his power to thrust it, and he was shocked. He hurriedly exerted force again.

Gao Zhengyang's mouth was slightly raised, and Feng Kuang wanted to grab the knife at this time, but he really didn't know how to live or die.

His leg technique combines the Shaolin leg technique, the most outstanding Shaolin leg technique, with the golden lotus and Xiangxiang crossing the river.

The golden lotus is not touched by the world, and it is elegant and exquisite. The leg method of Xiangxiang crossing the river is even better.

The elephant is huge and its body will inevitably sink to the bottom when crossing the river. Only water can be seen on it, but no image can be seen.

The first mystery of the fragrant elephant crossing the river is that even though you know the elephant is there, there is no trace to be found.

A deeper meaning is that the fragrance elephant enters the bottom of the river and can see everything at the bottom of the river. That is, it is incisive and thorough, and it directly shows the original meaning.

Gao Zhengyang practiced with Juemo for more than two months, and although he only practiced Xuanwu's immortal body, his strength and knowledge increased day by day.

Xuanwu's immortal body, the deep and restrained black turtle, and the long and flexible snake's agility and longness constantly strengthen his body.

Eat the flesh and blood of the third-level monsters every day. Although half of the energy essence is absorbed by the titanium alloy, the remaining half of the energy essence is enough to nourish his body, replenish all the energy he needs, and make him stronger quickly.

To this day, only talking about simple physical qualities have far surpassed his peak period.

However, the titanium electrode alloy has not been able to complete the second stage of fusion. His body strength is not as strong as before.

He has a new understanding of the national skills he learned in his previous life. Some of the playing styles and moves were reinterpreted by him, which once again increased his power.

Gao Zhengyang stepped on the long knife and kicked out his right leg at the same time. The wonderful leg technique is the deep fragrance that crosses the river.

Although Feng Kuang was a fourth-level master, he could not notice that something was wrong. However, his eyes captured the image of Gao Zhengyang's legs coming out.

"Not good..." Feng Kuang was experienced and hurriedly let go of his long sword, crossing his hands to protect the door.

He thought he was wearing heavy armor and his eight orifices were penetrated, which condensed into strength and spirit. It was okay to be affected by Gao Zhengyang's legs. But Feng Kuang immediately knew that he was wrong.

"Bang bang bang..."

In a series of dense and dull sounds, the wind slammed into nine legs, and the temples from the knee to the knee were broken and shattered.

Feng Kuang's left body was deeply sunk into the shape of a bow.

The flesh and blood spurted out of the heavy armor. Especially the head, it was like dough that was trampled hard, and it was no longer as slapped.

"stop,"

Feng Peng behind him saw that the situation was not good, so he rushed out. But before others arrived, Feng Kuang was kicked to death.

Feng Peng stopped and looked at Feng Kuang's body that was twisted like a bow but stood still, with a confused expression.

A fourth-level warrior who is enough to occupies the ten tribes of the Eastern Wilderness was kicked to death as soon as he met?

Feng Peng felt like he was dreaming, everything was a bit dazed and extremely unreal.

He couldn't help but remember what Feng Yang had just said, "He took action with mercilessness and was ruthless, and he was killed by the move. Please be careful of the eighth uncle..."

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. He regretted that he looked down on Gao Zhengyang too much and underestimated his son too much.

Thinking that Feng Yang had asked him to leave quickly, Feng Peng even regretted it, "Maybe he should listen to his son."

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

"Shoot the arrow!" Feng Peng ordered decisively.

Gao Zhengyang is indeed a powerful enemy, and everything from martial arts to personality is unpredictable.

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

This time he brought six archers, each using the Three-Stone Bow.
To be continued...