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

"Get down!" Janssen suddenly shouted.

But his warning was late, and bursts of gunfire rang out 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.

Flames shot from the hillside, so that the mercenaries couldn't lift their heads at all.

"Retreat, retreat." Yelled Janssen.

After a bloody battle, he rushed out of the encirclement with mercenaries, counted the number, and even lost more than half.

"Damn it!" Yang Sen secretly scolded.

"What about the boss?" Asked a mercenary.

"Since they want to die, I'll help them." Janssen said, gritting his teeth.

"You cover me here. I'll tear up these bastards." Yang Sen said coldly with a murderous intention in his eyes.

With that, Janssen pulled 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 located like a ghost.

"Asshole, why is this guy so fast!" Zhang Yuan scolded while directing the shooting.

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

Anyway, Zhang Yuan didn't expect that this guy could break through the fire net and fall from the sky. For a moment, he stayed on the spot. He saw that the sharp sickle was about to cut his throat. At this time, a sword light flashed.

"When!"

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

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

The sudden appearance of Ling Feng surprised Zhang Yuan, and his body retreated several steps.

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

"It's me. We should calculate the general ledger today." Ling Feng said coldly.

"By you?" Janssen sneered.

"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 blood snake." Janssen said coldly.

"Hum, I'll kill you to avenge mentor Wu." Ling Feng stared at Yang Sen and said coldly.

"Come with me if you can." Janssen snorted coldly and jumped to the jungle not far away.

"You deal with the mercenaries below, and I'll deal with that guy." Ling Feng to Zhang Yuandao beside him.

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

Ling Feng made an OK gesture. His body had disappeared in place and followed Yang Sen to the jungle not far away.

In the middle of the jungle is a flat ground the size of a playground, 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. The dragon sword was held in the palm of his hand, and a cold breath came out.

"I wonder what courage makes you dare to compete with me here." Janssen sneered.

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

Although if the talent is very strong, the strength will improve very quickly, he still doesn't believe that Ling Feng can be an enemy with him after such a short time.

The sickle in Janssen's hand was slowly raised, and a cold murderous gas was emitted from his body. The rocks under his feet made a rattling sound, and cracks extended under his feet.

Although Ling Feng has reached the strength of the middle rank of Huaqi, there is still a big gap with Yang Sen of the high rank of Huaqi.

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

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

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

Yang Sen gave a cold drink and suddenly stepped on the ground. The smoke and dust on the soles of his feet shot out like a flash of lightning. The sickle in his hand drew a gorgeous cold light in the air and rushed at Ling Feng.

The sickle took the shadow and cleaved it down. Yang Sen started quickly and ruthlessly. As soon as he came up, he wanted to cut off Ling Feng's head.

Ling Feng didn't touch him, but leaned back slightly, and his long sword turned into a light and shadow and stabbed Yang Sen's throat.

In the woods, two shadows kept shuttling back and forth. The sword shadow flew and the sword light shone. In less than five minutes, the two had fought for dozens of rounds.

After a short test, Yang Sen also found out the details of Ling Feng and turned into a medium level of Qi. Although he made rapid progress, he did not pose any threat to Yang Sen.

Yang Sen's triangular eyes narrowed slightly, and the sickle in his hand hung the wind. He moved the autumn wind to sweep away the fallen leaves and cut at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's long sword is across his waist and wants to block the sickle.

The sickle cleaved on the sword and made a crisp sound, but the sickle didn't spring away as usual. Yang Sen's mouth drew a cold smile. Suddenly, he pressed the spring on the sickle handle, but the sickle suddenly bounced away, bypassed Ling Feng's sword and stabbed Ling Ling Feng's heart.

In the face of the sudden change, Ling Feng's eyes tightened, his body twisted, stepped on the ground, and his body shot backward, exiting four or five meters.

Yang Sen hit the air with one move and couldn't help getting angry. The sickle in his hand turned into a whirlwind. He pursued it and cut it to Ling Feng's right shoulder.

Ling Feng hasn't got a firm foothold yet. Yang Sen's sickle has followed him. Ling Feng frowned and rushed to the sickle without retreating.

At the moment when his body touched the sickle, Ling Feng's knee bent slightly and his body leaned back 90 degrees. Unexpectedly, he came under the sickle. At the same time, his sword swept out and went straight to Yang Sen's leg.

Feeling the danger below, Yang Sen dared not neglect it. He jumped up and just landed, and the sickle in his hand was swept out again.

Ling Feng felt that the evil wind behind him was not good, so he hurried to use a sword hidden behind his back. Although he blocked the other party's attack, the strength gap between the two showed at a glance in this frontal confrontation.

"Bang!"

With a dull noise, Ling Feng was beaten 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 said proudly.

Ling Feng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, but a sneer crossed the corners of his mouth.

"Whether the opponent has tried to know." Ling fengleng drank and burst out. Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to attack Yang Sen.

"Stubborn." Yang Sen sneered. After the fight just now, he has completely let go of his heart. Now he is more like a cat playing with a mouse.

Ling Feng's body flashed a residual shadow, and the sword in his hand turned into countless sword shadows, which was a hard fight with Yang Sen's sickle.

"Jingle!"

The sword collision sent out bursts of sparks. Ling Feng's strength was not dominant. Such a hard encounter is undoubtedly Yang Sen's favorite result.

Sure enough, Ling Feng showed a decline and was forced to step back by Yang Sen.

"Boy, this is your death today." Yang Sen drank coldly. The sickle in his hand was getting faster and faster. He saw almost only light and shadow and launched a general attack on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was finally overwhelmed. A cruel color appeared in his eyes. He rushed again against the shadow of the knife.

Suddenly, Ling Feng threw his sword into Yang Sen's throat, and his body rushed to Yang Sen with the sword.

Looking at Ling Feng's desperate attack, Yang Sen smiled. In his eyes, Ling Feng was desperate and threw his weapon. If this move was cracked by the other party, there was only a dead end waiting for Ling Feng. Therefore, although Ling Feng rushed to him, Yang Sen was not interested.

"Die." Yang Sen snorted coldly, and the sickle in his hand knocked gently, and Ling Feng's sword fell.

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

"Go to hell." Yang Sen waved a sickle and cut Ling Feng's throat.

"The Dragon wags its tail!" With a soft drink, at this moment, Yang Sen felt a sudden heat in his neck, and a stream of blood gushed out.

"How possible." Ling Feng's move was too fast. From the moment he received the sword to the moment he released the sword, he hardly saw Ling Feng's action, and Yang Sen had been sealed by Ling Feng's sword.

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

According to his strength, he was enough to kill Ling Feng, but Yang Sen was too confident and even fought with Ling Feng with a playful heart, which gave Ling Feng a second chance to kill him.

Looking at Yang Sen who fell to the ground, Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He inserted his sword into the ground and faced the Dragon Academy: "Master Wu, I finally avenged you today. Your spirit in heaven can finally rest in peace."

At this time, there was a hurried sound of footsteps not far away. Ling Feng stood up. Zhang Yuan ran into the forest with several special police officers. It turned out that the battle outside had ended and those mercenaries had been eliminated. For fear of Ling Feng's 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's nothing in it."

"It seems that old Hua is right. You go back and recover your life first. I'll support old Hua." Ling Feng frowned and hurried to the border.

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 smiled at himself.

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

"Yes, old man, I haven't seen you for so long. Why don't I treat you well when you come to China!" Old Hua smiled and said.

"In that case, let's make an end." The killing intention of the silver fox surged, and the red light was emitted from the body.