The dagger in Gao Zhengyang's right hand had been thrown away at some point in time.
Before Feng Yuan could turn his wrist and draw his sword, he grabbed Feng Yuan's hand.
His hand was very small, but after the first stage of titanium alloy fusion, the strength of the bones all over his body was condensed as one. Just the alloy bones themselves were dozens of times stronger than ordinary people.
Although Feng Yuan was an upper-grade third-stage martial artist, he was still far from Gao Zhengyang in terms of pure strength.
Gao Zhengyang, who was holding the sword, was held down as if he was being pressed down by a mountain, unable to move at all.
He had just stimulated his acupoints and released all his potential, and Feng Yuan was at his weakest moment.
Feng Yuan also knew that it was not good, and wanted to break free from Gao Zhengyang's hand. But his limbs were weak, and he could not exert any strength at all.
Gao Zhengyang did not give Feng Yuan a chance to continue exerting strength, and with a flip of his hand, he had already used the technique of separating tendons and dislocating bones.
Following the gap between Feng Yuan's bones, the finger force penetrated in and forcibly crushed the wrist bone.
Then, he moved the soft tendons on his arm upwards, his five fingers spread out like an iron claw, grabbing Feng Yuan's elbow joint and twisting it.
With a "kacha" sound, the bones of the elbow joint were all crushed into pieces.
With Feng Yuan's endurance, the pain made his face contort.
The Eagle Claw Hand's separating tendons and dislocating bones was complicated and exquisite, relying entirely on the strength of the fingers, extremely sinister and ruthless.
It looked like a casual touch had already crippled Feng Yuan's right arm.
At the same time, Gao Zhengyang's left hand waved the blade and stabbed straight at Feng Yuan's throat.
Feng Yuan was shocked. He could not understand how Gao Zhengyang's heart was pierced, but not only did he not die, but he could also attack him as if nothing had happened.
This was too strange!
Feng Yuan only wanted to run away quickly. But his right arm was tightly grabbed by Gao Zhengyang, and he could not retreat even if he wanted to.
He could only block with his left arm horizontally, and at the same time, he kicked Gao Zhengyang's lower abdomen with his right leg.
This kind of close combat tested a martial artist's adaptability and mental quality the most.
Although Feng Yuan had been pampered in recent years, his foundation was still there. He was decisive and experienced.
Even though his right arm had been crippled and the pain had seeped into his bones, he could still grit his teeth and deal with it calmly.
Gao Zhengyang was also somewhat impressed. Under such a terrible situation, Feng Yuan had overcome his body's instincts and displayed the qualities that an expert should have.
However, after Feng Yuan pierced his heart with his sword, the outcome was already decided.
Gao Zhengyang lowered the dagger in his left hand, avoiding Feng Yuan's left arm and stabbing towards Feng Yuan's heart.
Feng Yuan hurriedly sucked in a breath of air and shrank his chest, but a long wound inevitably appeared on his chest.
The searing pain caused Feng Yuan's movements to inevitably slow down.
Gao Zhengyang had already raised his knee to block Feng Yuan's right leg.
Her hammer-like knees broke a few of Feng Yuan's toes. Half of his body was also shaken until he felt weak.
Such a gap was fatal in close-quarters combat.
The dagger in Gao Zhengyang's hand moved as fast as lightning. From bottom to top, he stabbed four times in an instant.
Feng Yuan's abdomen, chest, throat, ears, and other vital points were struck one after another.
Especially the last stab, the foot-long blade pierced into Feng Yuan's ear, and the blade came out from the other side of his head.
With the heart stabbed, Feng Yuan had already lost his resistance and would definitely die.
However, Gao Zhengyang's killing technique was merciless.
He had to kill the other party completely and not give the other party a chance to fight back.
"Who are you?"
Feng Yuan glared at Gao Zhengyang. He was very unwilling to die. He only hoped to find out the truth and die knowing.
However, his throat was stabbed and his trachea was pierced. How could he speak?
Although he tried his best to scream, there was no sound. His mouth was only slightly opening and closing.
"I am Gao Zhengyang."
Gao Zhengyang knew what Feng Yuan was trying to say just by looking at his lips, so he replied calmly.
Feng Yuan was still not satisfied with this answer and glared at Gao Zhengyang.
The blood in his head had already seeped into his eyes. Feng Yuan could only see a blurry blood-red shadow.
"I didn't even shoot you with a bow. I pushed you down head-on. What else are you unhappy about?"
Gao Zhengyang did not think much of it. He could not understand Feng Yuan's resentment.
Feng Yuan's eyelids became heavier and heavier. Even the color of blood could not be seen.
Gao Zhengyang's voice also became distant, as if it came from beyond the sky.
Feng Yuan suddenly understood. Gao Zhengyang had said before that he came for a person.
So, it was for him!
In order to stimulate his fighting spirit and ensure that he exerted his strongest strength, Gao Zhengyang didn't use a bow and arrow.
This fellow had wanted to kill him from the very beginning and seize his Yuan Qi essence.
Gao Zhengyang was really savage!
However, Feng Yuan could not understand. This guy was clearly stabbed in the heart. Why was he not affected at all?
"The Gale Division will not let you off. You will definitely die without a burial place …"
Feng Yuan could not even open his mouth. No matter how resentful he was, he could only curse in his heart.
With resentment and confusion, Feng Yuan's consciousness continued to sink, falling into an endless dark abyss.
After Feng Yuan was completely dead, the essence of his body quickly dissipated.
Under the guidance of the aura, a part of the essence dissolved into Gao Zhengyang's body.
Although Feng Yuan's essence was far less concentrated than the totem pole's, it was far more concentrated than the shaman Wan Yangu.
Unfortunately, after being infused by the totem pole, ordinary essence could no longer trigger a qualitative change.
The essence that Gao Zhengyang cultivated was sucked dry by the titanium alloy.
Without enough accumulation, it was naturally impossible to open new acupoints.
Fortunately, this essence was pure enough. After the titanium alloy absorbed it, it quickly repaired the ruptured blood vessels in his heart.
Gao Zhengyang had already pulled out the sword in his body. The wounds on his chest and back were already closed.
Of course, to be able to close the wounds so quickly, there was also the effect of Blue Wolf's Fortitude.
The titanium alloy expanded again, wrapping the two lungs.
After a while, the liquid alloy had finished fusing with the lungs.
Gao Zhengyang was delighted. For martial artists, a strong breathing ability was particularly important.
After the lungs were fused, not only could the breathing ability be increased dozens of times. It could also filter poisonous gas, greatly improving his survival ability.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a scream came from behind Gao Zhengyang.
Gao Zhengyang turned around and saw two guards of the Storm Division standing a few feet away, staring blankly at Feng Yuan's still standing body.
One of the guards opened his mouth wide. Obviously, he was the one who let out that scream.
The two guards also heard the noise and ran out of the forest.
Because the sky was too dark, they only saw Feng Yuan's body when they got closer.
Gao Zhengyang ignored the two guards, calmly picked up the strong bow and nocked an arrow.
Only then did the two guards realize that something was wrong. One of them pulled out his sword and rushed forward, while the other hesitated and turned to run.
Puff, a wolf fang arrow appeared on the back of the escaping guard. He staggered and fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
Gao Zhengyang thought of the lack of arrows and gave up on the idea of using arrows to solve the problem.
When the guard rushed in front of him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the guard's hand that was holding the sword.
Borrowing the strength of the guard's horizontal slash, he pushed slightly and the tip of the sword suddenly reversed and slashed at the guard's neck.
The strength of the sword was so strong that it almost cut the guard's neck.
He did not expect to die under his own sword, and in such a strange way. With a face full of fear, he fell to the ground.
Gao Zhengyang curled his lips slightly. When this person swung the sword, he was already scared out of his wits and used the sword very stiffly.
That was why he fell for it so easily, allowing himself to be chopped to death by Ye Futian's' Little Liang Pushing A Thousand Jin '.
Gao Zhengyang carried the strong bow on his back, hung the arrow quiver, and carried Feng Yuan's sword as he walked into the campsite unhurriedly.
The three guards who were hit by the arrow were all dead. Although Feng Yuan was seriously injured, he was not dead yet.
When he saw Gao Zhengyang walking over, Feng Yuan's face revealed a look of despair.
He saw very clearly that the Azure Tipped Sword in Gao Zhengyang's hand was Feng Yuan's sword. When Feng Yuan slept, he would keep it beside him.
Since the sword was in Gao Zhengyang's hand, it was obvious that Feng Yuan was also dead.
Feng Yuan was leading a team with seven martial artists as guards. Such a strong team, but they were swept away by a small Gao Zhengyang. It was really unimaginable.
"Don't kill me, we can negotiate …"
Feng Yang suppressed the fear in his heart and pleaded with a trembling voice.
Gao Zhengyang sat in front of Feng Yang. "Oh, what benefits do you have? Tell me …"
Although Gao Zhengyang's face was covered in blood, his tone was very relaxed. Feng Yang could not help but feel a little hopeful.
"What do you want? As long as I have it, I can give it to you." Feng Yang promised anxiously. At this moment, he really did not have any other thoughts. He just wanted to save his life first.
"We have no enmity between us, why are you chasing me?"
Gao Zhengyang was a little curious. This group of people had chased him all the way into the mountain. Was it for the Cang Lang True Soul or something else?
"For …" Feng Yang was a little guilty. He avoided Gao Zhengyang's eyes and paused for a moment before he lowered his head and said, "Teacher thought that you might have obtained the legendary Divine Soldier, so we chased after you to take a look."
"For an illusory thing, you guys really don't find it tiring?"
Gao Zhengyang shook his head. He could not understand the thoughts of Feng Yuan and the others.
Feng Yang hurriedly said, "No matter how illusory it is, as long as it is related to the Divine Soldier, it will cause countless people to fight for it. That is the Divine Soldier, a Divine Weapon that can allow people to reach the heavens in one step. It is said that the seven countries were able to establish their own countries because they obtained the Divine Weapon's fragment … "
Feng Yang spoke too hurriedly. It aggravated his injuries and caused him to cough violently. There were two reasons why he was so proactive. First, it was to find a reason for his actions. Second, it was to please Gao Zhengyang.
As the fourth son of the Swift Wind tribe's leader, Feng Yang was born to be a cut above others. He also deliberately imitated his father. He behaved solemnly and had a serious personality, looking like a mature young man.
At this time, in order to survive, he used a flattering attitude to please Gao Zhengyang, which made him feel uncomfortable.
But in order to survive, he had to do it.
Gao Zhengyang also felt that it was interesting. Feng Yang forced himself to be subservient, but his expression was awkward and his brows were furrowed.
That conflicted look was especially interesting.
However, Feng Yang's words did remind him again. He had underestimated the allure of the Divine Soldier!
Although Xiaoyue had reminded him, he still instinctively used the thinking habits of his previous life to weigh this matter.
He could not make an accurate assessment of the allure of the Divine Soldier.
In the era that Gao Zhengyang lived in, no matter how sharp and precious a cold weapon was, it was not as practical as a gun.
No one would mobilize a large number of people for a weapon.
But it was completely different here. In simple terms, the Divine Soldier was like a nuclear bomb. It was even more powerful and important than a nuclear bomb.
It was a powerful force that could change the entire tribe.
Changing his train of thought, Gao Zhengyang completely understood Feng Yuan and the others. It could be said that their reaction was not exaggerated. It could even be said that they were extremely cautious.
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