"You are Gao Zhengyang?"
Having gotten Feng Peng's permission, Feng Kuang's attitude became more and more arrogant. He took a few steps forward, pointed at Gao Zhengyang and shouted.
Gao Zhengyang jumped down from the white tiger and casually replied, "Your tone is so aggressive, do you want to fight?"
Feng Kuang was tall and sturdy, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. He was the strongest warrior in the Gale Division.
But when Gao Zhengyang stood on the ground, the crowd realized that he seemed to be taller than Feng Kuang.
Moreover, Gao Zhengyang's limbs were slender and powerful, his overall body proportions were unusually coordinated. Although they were both bulging with muscles, Gao Zhengyang's body was a perfect combination of strength and beauty.
Compared to Gao Zhengyang, Feng Kuang was like a black bear standing on its hind legs, looking stupid and slow-witted.
Obviously, Feng Kuang's body was thicker, and he was wearing heavy armor and holding a long blade. Opposite him, Gao Zhengyang was only wearing a pair of shorts, barefoot in the snow, his hands empty.
However, everyone felt that Gao Zhengyang was more tyrannical and powerful.
Elder Sang, who was standing at the back, frowned. In just two months, Gao Zhengyang's growth was simply too fast.
Thinking that he had schemed against him, Elder Sang felt a little uneasy. He could only hope that Gao Zhengyang did not know about this. Then he thought that with so many people, Gao Zhengyang would definitely not be a match for them.
Not only were the crowd affected, even Feng Kuang himself felt that he was not as strong as Gao Zhengyang.
Feng Kuang himself did not know why this change in mentality was happening.
Unknowingly, Feng Kuang was at a disadvantage in terms of aura.
But everyone present felt that it was natural. It seemed that Feng Kuang was not as strong as Gao Zhengyang was a very normal thing.
Feng Peng, who was standing at the back, frowned. Feng Kuang had already opened his eighth meridian and was beginning to condense his soul. Although it was not stable, his strength had increased by more than three times.
In close combat, Feng Kuang could defeat Feng Xing and the other three.
But Gao Zhengyang's yuan qi was very weak, at most three meridian points had been opened. Normally, he wouldn't be able to withstand a single punch from Feng Kuang.
However, for some unknown reason, Feng Peng had a bad premonition that Feng Kuang would lose.
Feng Peng couldn't help but look at Feng Yang, revealing a questioning look.
Feng Yang immediately understood Feng Peng's meaning, and said in a low voice: "Gao Zhengyang is very strong, Teacher, Sixth Uncle and the others were all killed by him. I'm afraid that Eighth Uncle might not be a match for him … "
After a pause, Feng Yang could not help but advise, "It's useless even if we win against Gao Zhengyang. That master will not allow us to touch him."
Feng Peng asked, "That master is so powerful, can we leave safely? Besides, Gao Zhengyang won't let us go. "
Feng Yang couldn't help but lower his head. Indeed, even if Jue Mie had no objections, Gao Zhengyang would not agree.
If Jue Mie didn't want to make things difficult for his father, Gao Zhengyang wouldn't dare to stop him.
"His attacks are vicious and merciless, and every move is fatal. Eighth Uncle, please be careful … "
Feng Yang thought for a while and hurriedly reminded.
Feng Peng laughed coldly, "Your Eighth Uncle isn't a kid. How can he not know the dangers of war, he doesn't need you to remind him! "
"Die!" Feng Kuang roared in anger, taking 3 big steps, he borrowed the momentum from running, raised his long blade up high, and slashed down.
Gale Slash, a blade technique evolved from the Gale Technique.
This type of blade technique was extremely simple, and there were no fancy moves. It was just accumulating power, unleashing power, and slashing.
Feng Kuang had trained in Gale Slash since he was young, and he had slashed at least a few hundred thousand times. He was extremely proficient in it.
From his wrist to his ankle, from his gaze to his state of mind, everything was integrated by this incomparably proficient blade, and he naturally entered the most familiar state of wielding a blade.
Within Feng Kuang's God Palace, the faintly formed soul force shone faintly. Through an invisible yet subtle connection, it stimulated the 8 acupoints in Feng Kuang's body, releasing traces of Yuan Qi.
The Yuan Qi wasn't strong, but it complemented all the movements of the body, adjusting the body's muscles, tendons, and bones, allowing Feng Kuang's physical strength to explode to a peak.
The condensation of the soul force allowed Feng Kuang's explosive power to far exceed that of a rank 3 warrior.
The peerlessly powerful blade also allowed Feng Kuang's Divine Will to reach its peak in an instant.
At this moment, his Divine Will seemed to be attached to the edge of the blade, and there was a comfortable feeling of the blade moving at will.
Even the onlookers, even if they couldn't understand it, felt that this blade was skillful and smooth, and had an indescribable power.
Feng Ling couldn't help but smile, "This time you're still alive!" She knew that this Eighth Uncle was already a rank 4 warrior. This battle would definitely be won.
The other warriors of the Gale Division were also excited.
Elder Sang was nervous and expectant at the same time, hoping that Feng Kuang would kill Gao Zhengyang with a blade. The Tielin Sect would be safe from now on, and so would he.
Among the crowd, only Yue Qingxue was the calmest. She was even a little careless.
She was the most familiar with Gao Zhengyang's character, and if he wasn't confident, he wouldn't be so silly as to come out.
Gao Zhengyang would definitely win this battle, but she didn't know how many moves it would take to win.
Feng Kuang didn't think too much about it, he was only focused on using his blade. Just as he was exerting his strength to the extreme, Gao Zhengyang suddenly retreated.
When Gao Zhengyang retreated, his body didn't move, his shoulders didn't shake, and his legs didn't bend, but he slid backwards in an extremely strange manner. It was just right for him to dodge the blade.
The long blade was too strong, and Feng Kuang couldn't control his strength, and the blade slashed angrily on the snowy ground.
The thick frozen ground that was covered in ice and snow was split open by the blade, and snow and dirt flew in all directions.
Feng Kuang's blade missed, and although he was a little surprised, he didn't care. Once the Gale Cut was used, it was like a gale, swift and fierce, and could destroy everything.
He gathered his soul, and his strength was deep and long. He didn't believe that he couldn't kill this little bastard.
Feng Kuang turned his wrist, and wanted to use the momentum to slash again, but Gao Zhengyang's left leg moved, and actually stepped on the smooth blade.
Gao Zhengyang's leg technique was just so strange, when he stepped on it, it was the gap between Feng Kuang's wrist turning, and he couldn't avoid it.
Feng Kuang felt his hand sink, and his long blade seemed to be pressed down by something extremely heavy. He tried to use his strength, but he couldn't pull it out, and was shocked. He hurriedly used his strength again.
Gao Zhengyang's lips curled up, Feng Kuang still wanted to snatch his blade, he really didn't know his place.
His leg technique was a combination of the Golden Lotus Steps and the Elephant Crossing the River, two of the best Shaolin leg techniques.
The Golden Lotus Steps was untainted by the mortal world, and its elegance was needless to say. The Elephant Crossing the River leg technique was even better.
The elephant's weight was huge, and when it crossed the river, its body would definitely sink to the bottom. Above, one could only see the water, and not the elephant.
The Elephant Crossing the River's first profound skill was knowing that the elephant was there, but there was no trace of it.
The next profound skill was that the elephant entered the bottom, and one could see everything at the bottom of the river. It was incisive and penetrating, and one could see the original meaning.
Gao Zhengyang had followed Jue Mie to train for two months, although he only trained in the Black Tortoise Indestructible Body. His strength and knowledge grew day by day.
The Black Tortoise Indestructible Body, the Black Tortoise was deep and reserved, and the Underworld Snake was agile and long, continuously strengthening his body.
Every day he ate the Grade Three Demonic Beast meat, although half of the energy essence was absorbed by the titanium alloy. But the remaining half was enough to nourish his body, and replenish all the energy he needed, allowing him to quickly become stronger.
To this day, in terms of pure physical qualities, he had already far surpassed his peak.
It was just that the titanium alloy had not completed the second stage of fusion. His body was not as strong as before.
Towards the Guo Shu that he had learned in his previous life, he had a new understanding. Some of the fighting techniques were reinterpreted by him, and once again increased their power.
Gao Zhengyang stepped on his long blade, and at the same time, kicked out with his right leg. The exquisite leg technique was as profound as the Elephant Crossing the River.
Although Feng Kuang was a Grade Four Martial Artist, he did not sense anything wrong. But his eyes caught the image of Gao Zhengyang's leg.
"Not good …" Feng Kuang was experienced, and he immediately let go of his long blade, and crossed his arms to protect his face.
He thought that with his heavy armor, and his eight orifices were opened, he would be fine even if he took a few kicks from Gao Zhengyang. But Feng Kuang immediately knew that he was wrong.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
Amidst a series of dense sounds, Feng Kuang was kicked nine times, from his knees to his temples, and everything was broken and shattered.
The left side of Feng Kuang's body caved in, and his entire body was bent into the shape of a bow.
Blood and flesh spurted out from the heavy armor. Especially his head, it was like a piece of dough that had been stepped on, and it was deflated beyond recognition.
"Stop!"
Feng Peng saw that the situation was not good, and he rushed out. But before he could arrive, Feng Kuang was kicked to death.
Feng Peng stopped in his tracks, and looked at Feng Kuang's body, which was bent like a bow, but still standing, with a blank expression.
A rank 4 warrior that could dominate the ten divisions of the Eastern Wilderness was kicked to death in one move?
Feng Peng felt as though he was dreaming, and everything seemed to be in a trance, extremely unreal.
He could not help but think of what Feng Yang had just said, "He is ruthless and ruthless, and every move is fatal. Eighth Uncle, please be careful … "
This sounded like nonsense, but the cruel reality proved that Feng Yang's warning was correct.
Feng Peng felt a deep sense of helplessness, and he regretted underestimating Gao Zhengyang, and underestimating his own son.
Thinking about how Feng Yang had frantically asked him to leave, Feng Peng even felt a little regretful. "Maybe I should listen to my son."
This thought flashed through his mind, and Feng Peng stopped it. He was the leader of 100,000 people, and he naturally had his own decisions.
"Shoot!" Feng Peng ordered decisively.
Gao Zhengyang was indeed a strong enemy, from his martial arts to his character, they were all unpredictable.
Feng Peng was not interested in fighting with him, and it was the easiest to shoot him to death with his bow.
This time, he brought six godly archers, and each of them used a three-picul strong bow.
When they drew their bows together, even he could not face them head on, and could only run as far as he could.
The few godly archers were already prepared, and drew their bows together when they heard the order.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
Amidst the sharp whistling sound of the arrows piercing through the air, the six godly archers almost let go of their bows, and screamed at the same time while clutching their shoulders.
Their shoulders were all pierced by a White Feather Short Arrow. Even the location of the injury was exactly the same. It was as though they had measured it.
At the same time, six arrows were shot consecutively, and hit the same location of six people.
Such terrifying archery made Feng Peng's expression change greatly. He looked up, and saw a girl in white, flapping her white wings in the sky, and circling around them.
The girl in white was holding a green short bow in her hand.
"Crane Race Archer!"
Feng Peng's face was ashen, and he recognized the girl.
The Crane Race was good at archery, and was one of the best in the world at archery. The Crane Race that had the qualifications to go out with bows were all archers. Which meant that the lowest was rank four.
The other party had a Crane Race Archer, and even if they had ten times more people, they would not be a match.
Feng Peng took a deep breath, and tried hard to calm down, and said loudly: "I am friends with He Lingyun of the Crane Race, why did you attack us?"
"Aunty Yun's friend?" He Feiyu was a little suspicious.
"I have a token." As Feng Peng spoke, he took out a short arrow, and showed it to He Feiyu.
"Oh, you really know Aunty Yun."
He Feiyu replied indifferently, and said: "Luckily I attacked quickly, if I was any slower, Aunty Yun would not be able to see you as a friend again."
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