Chapter 2434
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Zhao Yang's cultivation was above Feng Ye's. Little Feng Ye's current cultivation was only at the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment realm. Although he could be considered heaven-defying among his peers, he still couldn't compare to Zhao Yang.
However, these two people had different body movements and attacking moves. Most of Feng Ye's moves were taught by his master later, while Zhao Yang's attacks were more fierce and deadly, aiming at the opponent's Achilles' heel as soon as he made a move.
The two people's attacks shocked everyone. Even the devil cultivator who was the leader was shocked. He knew that he had made the biggest and stupidest mistake, which was to be too arrogant and look down on others.
If he didn't think that his cultivation was invincible among these people, and if he didn't look down on the little demon, how could he have fallen for the little demon's trick?
Now, when he saw the two little ghosts attacking him together with killing intent, he immediately snorted, "Humph! Even if I'm drugged, you two little demons can't kill me! "
As soon as his gloomy voice fell, he slapped the ground with both hands and flew up. He raised his hand and a fierce Sword Qi attacked the two people at an extremely fast speed.
The two people somersaulted in the air and dodged the attack. At the same time, they pounced forward again. The two small figures tangled with the devil cultivator, and the fight was very intense.
The devil cultivator had lost all of his spiritual power, and his whole body was sore and weak. He was only able to fight with the two now because he had used up the last of his strength. He thought that he could easily kill the two people, but who knew that the two little demons were like two slippery loaches that kept slipping around him. He couldn't catch them even if he wanted to.
Just as he was dodging Zhao Yang's attack, a small fist suddenly struck him from behind again. This time, it was aimed at the stab wound on his back.
The child's fist didn't have much strength, but the fist of a middle stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was different. When the fist came down, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, the last bit of strength in his body seemed to have been exhausted, and his speed slowed down. He tried to block the Sword Qi coming at him, but when he tried to block it, he found that the sword in his hand had already been knocked away.
Swish!
Only to see the sword ruthlessly chopping down, directly cutting through his face, causing him to angrily and unwillingly widen his eyes. His body instantly stiffened, as if time had stopped at that moment. He couldn't even hear the surrounding sounds, only feeling the blood splattering on his face …
Bang!
Seeing the demonic cultivator fall, Feng Ye gasped for breath. Just as he was about to walk forward to take a look, Zhao Yang pulled him back. "I'll go." Zhao Yang protected him behind his back and stepped forward to kick him. After repeatedly confirming that he was dead, he turned back to Feng Ye and said, "He's dead."
"Yang Yang, your swordsmanship has become even more powerful," Feng Ye praised with a smile.
"If you study hard, you can be like me in the future." Zhao Yang's small face was still tense. He took all the valuable things from the Devil Cultivator's body and handed them to Feng Ye.
Seeing so many things, Feng Ye's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he put away all the things with a smile.
After hearing no other sound for a long time, the two of them looked at the people of the Thunder Fire Mercenary Team who were still sitting on the ground and asked, "How are you? Have you recovered? "
The people of the Thunder Fire Mercenary Team opened their mouths. After stabilizing their minds, they said, "We still have some strength."
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