Instantly, the killing intent between the two sides surged!
However, Ye Aotian remained calm and composed when he saw this scene, and even a smile appeared on his lips.
With a wave of his hand, he released his internal energy, instantly blocking the ten silver needles in mid-air.
"Ta-da..."
All the silver needles fell down, making a sound as they hit the ground.
"No wonder Long Fu couldn't kill you with one shot before. You're quite something, little brother. If those ten silver needles that just flew at you had been used by someone with slightly weaker strength, they might have been instantly killed by you, dying without even knowing why. But for me, they're nothing but a joke."
Ye Aotian smiled calmly and walked slowly toward Yang Feng. His left hand tilted slightly, and he used his inner force to gradually create a white longsword.
"If there weren't so much hatred in this world, you and I might be good friends. I can sense that you're a mercenary too, but—I am the king of mercenaries!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his knife down.
This strike will kill!
Yang Feng sensed the overwhelming aura of death emanating from the blade and tried to dodge it quickly, but the air around him seemed to have frozen.
In that moment of panic, Yang Feng quickly circulated his spiritual energy and used a technique of deflecting force with minimal effort to block the attack with both hands.
"ah!!"
Yang Feng retreated dozens of steps, letting out a painful cry. His handsome features were contorted, and blood was flowing freely from his hands. He then took out a quick-drying bandage and wrapped it up.
"Oh? Not bad, you actually managed to block my sword. You're truly the second best in the world." Ye Aotian curled his lips mockingly and continued to slowly approach Yang Feng.
The person who blocked his sword back then was someone from their country, the king of soldiers.
However, he was still placed under Ye Aotian's command, after all, his name was too overpowered...
Yang Feng gasped for breath, watching Ye Aotian approach step by step, secretly preparing to use his strongest martial skill.
"However, this was just a casual strike. I hope the battle doesn't end too soon, otherwise it will be quite boring. After all, once this mission is over, I'll retire from the mercenary world and stay in the country to rest."
"I hope you won't disappoint me. Bring it on!"
Ye Aotian's face suddenly turned serious. Although he seemed to be a bit of a slacker, he would never expose his weaknesses to his opponents.
Immediately afterwards!
His figure vanished like a ghost, and a gust of wind suddenly swept around him.
Whoosh!
Ye Aotian appeared behind Yang Feng, raising his internal energy sword high, and softly exhaled:
"Gale—Stop Breathing—"
Instantly, countless sword energies condensed around the longsword imbued with internal energy, densely surrounding Ye Aotian's body.
This was one of the martial arts techniques he used when he first entered the mercenary world to kill assassins who were far superior to him!
Yang Feng suddenly turned around and saw that the air was filled with murderous intent, and the sword energy was terrifying.
What kind of technique is this? Sword energy?
He had seen them before, but how could there be so many?!
He was also extremely shocked.
But he cannot hesitate even for a second; sometimes being a second slower than others could mean certain death.
Yang Feng leaped up, surpassing Ye Aotian's height, and drew a yin-yang pattern of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.
"Five Elements Eight Trigrams Palm!"
A murderous intent surged in their eyes.
"go!"
Ye Aotian roared, transforming into a black afterimage as he charged towards Yang Feng with dazzling sword energy, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
At the same time, Yang Feng struck out with this palm and immediately dodged downwards.
"boom!"
The Five Elements Eight Trigrams Palm clashed with Ye Aotian's, creating ripples in mid-air that spread outwards...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 245 The Fall
"boom!"
A huge hurricane swept through the air, dust filled the sky, and the aftershocks spread outwards, affecting all the flowers, plants, and trees.
Yang Feng stood on the ground, breathing heavily, looking at the thick smoke in the air. He knew that if he faced this fatal blow directly, he would definitely suffer great damage.
However, as the smoke cleared, he descended slowly from mid-air completely unharmed, without even a tear in the hem of his clothes.
That's right, this is the external release of internal energy by a martial artist of the Earth Rank, and the ability to use internal energy to protect their body.