Feng Yuan's long hair was loose and he was only wearing a long robe. His chest was half covered and the lines of his muscles were very obvious. It showed his strong and powerful body.
In a hurry, he didn't even have time to wear shoes and was barefooted. He only held a shiny long sword in his hand.
The cold light on the sword's edge flowed, emitting a cold chill.
Even though the distance was very far, Gao Zhengyang could feel the coldness on the sword's edge.
Without a doubt, this was a rune sword, at least not inferior to the cold flame sword.
Although Feng Yuan had a sharp weapon in his hand, he didn't dare to act rashly.
A three stone strong bow was too dangerous.
Judging from Gao Zhengyang's archery skills just now, he could draw the bow at least three times at a distance of fifty steps.
Although Feng Yuan was confident, he didn't dare to say that he could block three consecutive arrows unscathed.
Normally, a three stone strong bow couldn't shoot consecutively. Judging from Gao Zhengyang's thin and weak body, he shouldn't be able to draw a three stone strong bow.
Everything was so abnormal, and he was worried about Feng Yang. Feng Yuan didn't want to take the risk.
He wasn't as angry as he showed. The death of three guards was nothing.
What really infuriated him was that the prey he had surrounded actually dared to turn around and kill him.
Feng Yuan was waiting, he didn't believe that the other four guards were dead. As long as one of them came out to help him share some of the pressure, he could go and deal with Gao Zhengyang.
"Aren't you looking for me? I'm here and you're cowering!"
Gao Zhengyang mocked mercilessly.
Just like what Feng Yuan had said, Gao Zhengyang's mockery of Feng Yuan was also for one purpose: to infuriate him.
But this kind of face to face mockery was more impactful. It also made it harder for people to bear.
Feng Yuan suppressed his anger and said, "Gao Zhengyang, you actually dared to kill my guards. Kneel and surrender now, and I might let you live. Otherwise … "
"Otherwise what?" Gao Zhengyang asked with interest.
"Otherwise, not only you, but the Tielin Sect will also die."
Gao Zhengyang's attitude made Feng Yuan feel that this kind of threat was useless. But he had to say it.
But when he said it out loud, it felt weird. He seemed to be playing along with Gao Zhengyang's jokes. He didn't have any imposing manner.
"Suit yourself." Gao Zhengyang said nonchalantly, "I'm not a god. I haven't even taken care of myself. Why would I care about the life and death of others?"
Gao Zhengyang's understatement made Feng Yuan feel helpless and puzzled. "This guy doesn't care about the life and death of others at all. What is he doing here?"
Feng Yang, who was lying behind the tent, also thought of this problem. He raised his voice and said, "You say you don't care. Yet, you came here to throw away your life, all for the sake of the Tielin Sect! "
"Although there is no need to explain, I still have to clarify that I only came for one person!" Gao Zhengyang said.
"I know, it's for Yue Qingxue." Feng Yang smiled proudly. "Don't worry, I'll bring her back to the tribe and train her well. Teach. When I'm tired of playing. "
Before Feng Yang could finish speaking, the sharp whistling sound of an arrow piercing through the air could be heard again. Feng Yang was shocked and quickly turned to the other side.
"Swoosh …"
The wolf fang arrow tore through the leather tent and brushed past Feng Yang's shoulder.
Feng Yang was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. If he had reacted slower just now, there would be an additional wolf fang arrow on his head.
Gao Zhengyang had just pulled the bow when Feng Yuan hurriedly pounced towards him.
The situation was urgent. Feng Yuan had already activated three acupoints in a row. Although it was uncomfortable to be barefoot, it was more convenient for him to exert his strength.
He took a step forward, and the ground was shaken into a cloud of dust and gravel. Using this force, he leaped two to three feet in an instant.
The vitality released from the acupoints stimulated the qi and blood in Feng Yuan's body, providing him with sufficient strength.
With his speed, he only needed five steps to rush to the front of Gao Zhengyang.
During this period, Gao Zhengyang could at most shoot two more arrows.
There was some risk, but Feng Yuan was confident that it would not be a problem for him.
Sure enough, Gao Zhengyang pulled the bow once again.
The three-picul strong bow was pulled round by Gao Zhengyang in an instant.
Feng Yuan squinted his eyes and prepared to block. But what surprised him was that Gao Zhengyang did not shoot at him. Instead, he shot at Feng Yuan who was behind him.
"Damn little bastard!" Feng Yuan cursed angrily, but he was too far away to help.
The Storm Sect was best at speed. Feng Yuan cultivated the Storm Wind Arts, and there was a secret art that was specially used to increase speed.
In a moment of desperation, Feng Yuan once again activated an acupoint on his lower abdomen.
Through this acupoint, he could temporarily connect the other acupoints to form a combined force.
The surface of Feng Yuan's body was already a purplish-red color. This was the color of blood seeping out from his skin when his qi and blood were circulating to the extreme.
His body also quietly swelled up, and a strong sense of strength could be felt from his body.
At first glance, Feng Yuan looked like a steamed crab, his whole body purplish-red and steaming hot.
Feng Yuan had not even arrived, but the rolling hot air was already rushing towards him.
That feeling was like the steam after boiling water gushed out.
Gao Zhengyang was also a little surprised. For Feng Yuan to be able to circulate his qi and blood to such an extent, he was already equivalent to a Controlled Dan Heavenly Expert.
Because of his body's foundation, as well as the boost from the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, Feng Yuan's sudden burst of strength had already far surpassed that of a Controlled Dan Heavenly Expert.
"Very strong!"
Gao Zhengyang was not surprised. Instead, he was happy. If Feng Yuan was weaker than Lang Changfeng, that would be really disappointing.
Since Feng Yuan was so strong, Feng Yuan could not be left alive anymore.
Gao Zhengyang drew his bow and shot out three arrows at an incomparably fast speed.
This chain of rapid shooting was something he had learned in the past. This kind of shooting technique pursued extreme shooting speed, and the target was usually very close.
However, Gao Zhengyang was different. His strength was too strong, and his body's coordination was good.
His alloy bones were used as a frame, so when he held the bow, there would not be any tremors or movements.
Feng Yuan, who was behind the tent, heard the whistling of the arrows again, and his scalp went numb. He hurriedly changed his position again.
Two consecutive arrows flew past him. Although it was a close call, it allowed Feng Yuan to heave a sigh of relief.
At this point, Gao Zhengyang had already shot six arrows in a row. Even if his talent was outstanding, it should be his limit.
Moreover, Feng Yuan had already rushed over. How could Gao Zhengyang have the time to shoot another arrow?
Just at this time, another sharp whistle sounded in Feng Yang's ears.
Feng Yang was incomparably shocked. Without thinking, he wanted to roll again, but his body trembled, and he lost the ability to control himself.
After pausing for a moment, Feng Yang felt an intense pain in his shoulder.
He could not help but stretch out his hand and touch. On his left shoulder, he felt the feather of the wolf fang arrow.
This arrow had pierced through his shoulder and exited through his back.
Feng Yang was still young, and when he realized that he was about to die, he instantly screamed in fear.
Feng Yuan, who had already pounced in front of Gao Zhengyang, also trembled slightly.
Feng Yuan's screams made him realize that the situation was not good. It was also because he was experienced and knew that he could not panic at this time. Thus, he forcefully controlled his thoughts and did not look back.
No matter what happened to Feng Yang, he had to kill Gao Zhengyang first.
Feng Yuan's murderous intent surged, and both his eyes were bloodshot. Coupled with his purplish-red swollen body, his entire person was like a devil that escaped from hell, ferocious and ferocious.
Gao Zhengyang threw the strong bow to the side and pulled out a pair of daggers from behind his waist with a backhand.
Before Feng Yuan drew his sword, he instead stepped forward and stabbed forward.
Gao Zhengyang did not retreat but advanced, which was indeed somewhat beyond Feng Yuan's expectations. What surprised him even more was the timing of Gao Zhengyang's attack.
It was the gap when his front foot had just landed and his back foot had yet to catch up.
With one foot on the ground, it was very difficult to perform the subsequent exertion of force. All kinds of techniques could not be used either.
Just from the timing of the attack, Gao Zhengyang was like an expert who had experienced hundreds of battles, incomparably shrewd and ruthless.
His facial features were immature, and no matter how one looked at him, he was a youth.
Moreover, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, revealing the bony bones all over his body. It even looked a little funny.
Feng Yuan did not find it funny at all now. He only felt that this person was full of strangeness from head to toe.
Whether it was the style of action or the manner in which he spoke, they were all unfathomable.
The most frightening thing was the indifference and calmness with which he killed people.
It was as if he was just casually pressing a few ants to death. Instead of killing a living person.
Compared with those who were excited and crazy when killing people, this kind of indifference was more cold-blooded.
They were excited and crazy because they cared, but Gao Zhengyang did not care at all. The two were not on the same level at all.
Feng Yuan originally thought that Gao Zhengyang was just a youth who had a fortuitous encounter, but now he felt that it was not right.
Strength could increase explosively, and martial arts skills could also advance by leaps and bounds, but this kind of maturity, firmness, strong will, and mentality could not be achieved overnight.
These complex thoughts flashed through Feng Yuan's mind, and he immediately suppressed them.
Now was not the time to think about these things.
Feng Yuan once again stimulated three acupoints. The acupoints on his arms and back stimulated the nearby muscle groups, giving him extraordinary reflexes and attack speed.
As an upper-grade rank 3 martial artist, Feng Yuan had a total of seven acupoints opened.
At this time, he had stimulated all seven acupoints. The mad dash in front had consumed less than 20% of his Vitality.
Feng Yuan had been cultivating the Gale Technique since he was young, and all the opened acupoints in his body had corresponding secret skills to complement it.
All seven acupoints were opened, and it was also one of the strongest skills of the Gale Sect: Gale Thrust.
Feng Yuan's sword was originally pointed diagonally behind his feet, but with a movement of his arm, the sharp blade went against the flow and stabbed straight at Gao Zhengyang's heart.
The change of this sword was simple, but it was as fast as the wind. The most terrifying thing was that the speed of the sword's thrust was constantly increasing.
The sword flashed, and the blade arrived at Gao Zhengyang's heart.
Especially when Feng Yuan had opened all of his acupoints, the Vitality stimulated by the seven acupoints stimulated the corresponding bones and muscles in his body, completely unifying them.
All the power of an upper-grade rank 3 martial artist was exploded in this sword through the secret skill.
One could well imagine how fast and terrifying this sword was.
In a battle between experts, one wrong move and the whole game would be lost.
Although the speed of Feng Yuan's sword was fast, Gao Zhengyang did not care. But the speed of the blade suddenly increased by ten times, causing all of Gao Zhengyang's subsequent changes to disappear.
The sword flashed, and the blade smoothly stabbed into Gao Zhengyang's heart.
The sound of the blade cutting through skin and muscles was subtle and low.
As long as it was a human below Heaven Rank, they would definitely die if their heart was pierced.
Feng Yuan was confident that he would win, and he could not help but sneer, "No matter how many tricks you have, you can't block my unparalleled fast sword."
But for some reason, Feng Yuan felt that the blade seemed to have stabbed into something smooth, and the blade slid slightly, deviated a little, and then pierced through Gao Zhengyang's chest.
The blade was too sharp, and the sword was too fast, so the blade completely pierced through Gao Zhengyang, all the way to the hilt.
What made Feng Yuan feel strange was that Gao Zhengyang's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were steady and firm, as if it was not his body that was pierced.
There must be something fishy if something was abnormal.
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