Chapter 199

Beside the fat man, a little red dot is aiming at his chest, but the fat man is still chatting with the people on the side.

"Get down!" Yeung Sen suddenly yelled.

But it was too late for his warning, and there were bursts of gunfire in the woods.

With the sound of gunfire, seven or eight mercenaries in camouflage clothes fell in a pool of blood.

"Damn it, I'm in ambush“ Yang Sen hid behind a tree and looked at the opposite hillside.

Tongues of fire shot from the hillside, which made the mercenaries unable to lift their heads.

"Retreat, retreat." Yelled Janssen.

After a bloody battle, he rushed out of the encirclement with his mercenaries and counted the number of people, but he had already lost most of them.

"Damn it Yang Sen scolded secretly.

"What about the boss?" Asked a mercenary.

"Since they want to die, I'll help them." Yeung Sen said, biting his teeth.

"You're here to cover me. I'm going to tear up these bastards." Yang Sen's eyes were full of killing intention and said coldly.

Then Yang Sen took out his sickle from behind and rushed to the hillside.

Under the cover of the trees, Yang Sen rushed to the highland where the SWAT team was.

"Asshole, how can this guy be so fast!" Zhang Yuan scolded as he directed the shooting.

Suddenly, Yang Sen broke through the fire net and rushed down from a tree, waving a sickle to cut Zhang Yuan's throat.

In any case, Zhang Yuan did not expect that this guy could break through the fire net and fall from the sky. For a moment, he stayed on the spot and saw that the sharp sickle was about to cut his throat. At this time, suddenly a sword light flashed.

"Dang!"

With the sound of metal collision, Ling Feng stands in front of Zhang Yuan.

"Your opponent is me." Ling Feng flicks Yang Sen's sickle away and says coldly.

The sudden appearance of Ling Feng surprised Zhang Yuan, and he stepped back a few steps.

"It's you." Looking at Ling Feng standing in front of him, Yang Sen's face showed a trace of cold.

"It's me. It's time for us to settle the bill today." Ling Feng cold voice way.

"It's up to you?" Yeung Sen gave a sneer.

"At the beginning, you picked up a life. Today you won't have another chance. I'll cut off your head and avenge my brother's blood snake." Yang Sen said coldly.

"Hum, I'll kill you, too, to avenge Master Wu." Ling Feng stares at Yang Sen and says coldly.

"Come with me if you can." Yang Sen snorted coldly and jumped to the nearby jungle.

"You deal with the mercenaries, I deal with the guy." Ling Feng to the side of Zhang Yuandao.

"Brother Ling, be careful." Zhang Yuan said.

Ling Feng made an OK gesture, the body has disappeared in place, followed Yang Sen ran to the jungle not far away.

In the middle of the jungle is a flat land the size of a * field, which is very suitable for martial arts competition. Yang Sen stands in the forest with a sickle in his hand and stares at Ling Feng jokingly.

Ling Feng stopped two meters away from YANGSEN, holding the dragon sword in his hand, sending out a cold breath.

"I'm curious about the courage that allows you to challenge me here." Yeung Sen sneered.

A month ago, Ling Feng saw that he had only run, but now he dare to challenge himself.

Although if the talent is very strong, the strength will improve very quickly, but he still does not believe that only after such a short time, Ling Feng can be the enemy with him.

The sickle in Yang Sen's hand was raised slowly, and a cold murderous air came out of his body. The rock at his feet made a rattling sound, and the cracks extended at the sole of his feet.

Although Ling Feng has reached the middle level of Huaqi, there is still a big gap between him and YANGSEN.

Holding the Dragon Sword tightly in his hand, Ling Feng took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face showed a trace of dignity.

Yang Sen can be said to be the most powerful enemy he has met so far. After all, there is a gap between the two people. Although it is only one level, it is an insurmountable gap.

"Today I'll let you know the consequences of overestimation."

With a cold drink, Yang Sen suddenly stepped on the ground, and the smoke and dust from the soles of his feet shot out like a flash of lightning. The sickle in his hand made a brilliant cold light in the air and went straight to Ling Feng.

Scythe with shadow, homeopathy chop, Yang Sen start and fast ruthless, a want to cut off Ling Feng's head.

Ling Feng didn't touch him. Instead, he leaned back slightly. The sword in his hand turned into a light and shadow and stabbed Yang Sen's throat.

In the woods, two shadows kept shuttling back and forth, sword shadow flying, sword light shining, in less than five minutes, the two men have been fighting for dozens of rounds.

After a short trial, Yang Sen also found out the details of Ling Feng. Although he made great progress, there was no threat to him.

Yang Sen's triangular eyes narrowed slightly, his scythe was hanging in the wind, and the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and he cut to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's sword is across his waist, trying to block the sickle.

The sickle made a crisp sound on the sword, but the sickle didn't open as before. A cold smile came out of the corner of Yang Sen's mouth. Suddenly he pressed the spring on the handle of the sickle, but the sickle opened suddenly, bypassing Ling Feng's sword and piercing Ling Feng's heart.

In the face of sudden changes, Ling Feng's eyes constricted, his body twisted, stepped on the ground, and his body shot backwards out of four or five meters.

With one move, Yang Sen could not help but get angry. His scythe turned into a whirlwind and cut to Ling Feng's right shoulder.

Ling Feng hasn't got a firm foothold yet. Yang Sen's sickle has already been in front of him. Ling Feng's brow is locked. Instead of retreating, he rushes to the sickle.

As soon as he touched the sickle, Ling Feng bent his knees slightly and leaned back 90 degrees. He came over from under the sickle. At the same time, his sword swept out of his hand and went straight to Yang Sen's leg.

Feeling the danger below, Yang Sen didn't dare to neglect. He jumped up. As soon as he landed, his scythe swept out again.

Ling Feng felt that the evil wind behind him was not good, so he quickly made a sword hiding behind him. Although he blocked the attack from the other side, the gap between the two men's strength was revealed in the confrontation.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, Ling Feng was hit by the huge impact and withdrew more than ten steps before he could stop the decline.

"Now you know the gap between you and me. You are not my opponent at all." Yang Sen's proud way.

Ling Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was a sneer.

"I don't know if my opponent has tried." Ling Feng cold drink, body burst out, unexpectedly is to take the initiative to attack Yang Sen.

"Stubborn." Yang Sen sneered. After the fight, he was completely relieved. Now he is more of a cat and mouse mentality.

Ling Feng's body flashed a shadow, and the sword in his hand turned into countless shadow. He was fighting with Yang Sen's sickle.

"Jingle, jingle!"

The collision of swords gives off bursts of sparks, and Ling Feng's strength is not dominant. This kind of hard collision is undoubtedly Yang Sen's favorite result.

Sure enough, Ling Feng showed a declining trend and was forced to retreat step by step by Yang Sen.

"Boy, this is where you die today." With a cold drink, Yang Sen's Scythe in his hand became faster and faster. He almost saw only light and shadow, and launched a general attack on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng finally some can't resist, in the eyes peeps out a ruthless color, unexpectedly is facing the knife shadow to rush again.

All of a sudden, Ling Feng throws his sword at Yang Sen's throat, and his body rushes to Yang Sen with the sword.

Looking at Ling Feng's desperate attack, Yang Sen laughs. In his eyes, Ling Feng shows his despair and throws his weapon. If this move is cracked by the other party, there is only one way to die waiting for Ling Feng. Therefore, although Ling Feng rushes towards him, Yang Sen is not at all interested.

"To die." With a cold hum, Yang Sen knocked the sickle in his hand, and Ling Feng's sword fell.

At the same time, Ling Feng's people have rushed to Yang Sen's front.

"Go to hell." Yang Sen cuts Ling Feng's throat with a sickle.

"The Dragon wags its tail!" With a light cheering, in this instant, suddenly, Yang Sen felt a heat in his neck, and a stream of blood spurted out.

"No way." Ling Feng's move is too fast. From the moment when he receives the sword to the moment when he puts out the sword, he hardly sees Ling Feng's action. However, Yang Sen has been blocked by Ling Feng.

With unwilling, Yang Sen's body suddenly fell to the ground, and he didn't expect that he would lose to Ling Feng whose strength was one level lower than himself.

According to his strength, he is enough to kill Ling Feng, but Yang Sen is too confident and even fights Ling Feng with a playful heart, which gives Ling Feng the chance to kill him.

Looking at the fallen Yang Sen, Ling Feng was relieved. He put his sword on the ground and faced the Dragon Academy: "tutor Wu, I've finally avenged you today. Your spirit in heaven can finally rest in peace."

At this time, not far away came the rapid footsteps, Ling Feng stood up, Zhang Yuan with a few special police ran into the forest, the original outside of the battle has ended, those mercenaries have been eliminated, because of the fear of Ling Feng accident, Zhang Yuan brought people to the forest to support Ling Feng.

"How did you find the box?" Ling Feng asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Yuan shook his head and said, "I found the box, but there is nothing in it."

"It seems that Mr. Hua is right. You go back first and I'll support him." Ling Feng frowned and ran to the border quickly.

Not far from the border of China, an old man with a sheepskin hat and patched clothes leisurely put the sheep. Suddenly he looked at the man sitting on the stone not far away. His face changed slightly, and then he laughed at himself.

"It seems that I underestimate you." He threw the sheepskin hat on the ground and said faintly, looking at the old man on the stone.

"Yes, I haven't seen you for such a long time, old man. How can I not treat you well when you come to China?" Hua Lao said with a smile.

"In that case, let's make an end." Silver fox's killing intention is surging, and the red light is emitted from his body.