Yang Feng's pupils constricted, revealing a hint of despair. Even his unique skill, which allowed him to fight a group of elders at Tianhuan Sect single-handedly, couldn't defeat him?!
Not even injured?!
He had no other choice; his only hope of survival was to run away.
If you fight head-on, there's absolutely no chance of survival.
“Very good, not bad. In my experience, you are the strongest one, but in the end you will still die by my hand.” Ye Aotian sheathed his sword, his lips curving slightly, his eyes fixed on Yang Feng.
As expected of an S-rank mission issued by the mercenary world, it seems the level should be raised another tier, making it a double S-rank.
After all, it was already quite remarkable that he had managed to fight me for this long. He was invincible and usually killed me with a single move before leaving.
"If you give me another month, you will definitely be no match for me." Yang Feng took a few steps back. With his current strength, he really wasn't enough to fight him.
He's too strong.
Their strength is simply unfathomable.
"Really? You'll get a month? You're dreaming!" Ye Aotian raised an eyebrow and replied with amusement.
The former elite soldier once told him the same thing, but now that elite soldier has joined the Dragon Group, he still can't beat him.
Yang Feng mobilized all the spiritual power in his body and retreated rapidly behind him, instantly sending out ten silver needles from his hands.
run!
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
He is not invincible, but he will come back for revenge one day.
As long as he escapes.
"Heh, trying to escape? No one has ever managed to escape from me!"
Ye Aotian smiled calmly, waved his hand to knock down ten silver needles, and his figure transformed into a black shadow and quickly flashed away.
He was incredibly fast; Yang Feng couldn't keep up with him at all.
"Go to hell!"
Ye Aotian's killing intent surged, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Yang Feng, delivering a powerful punch to his ribs.
"Bang!"
The next moment, Yang Feng flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters and crashing heavily into a flower bed. He felt excruciating pain in his ribs, making it impossible for him to move. It felt as if his whole body would fall apart at any moment, and he was in excruciating pain all over his body.
Ye Aotian then flashed to his side, slowly approached Yang Feng, shook his head slightly, and whispered:
"You still disappoint me. To tell you the truth, I didn't even show half of my strength."
Lying on the ground, Yang Feng gritted his teeth and took the opportunity to absorb the small amount of spiritual energy around him.
Fortunately, this was a desolate place containing a small amount of spiritual energy, but not enough to repair the damage in his body.
"Goodbye, Yang Feng! This world is still mine to rule."
After Ye Aotian finished speaking, he condensed a meter-long sword of internal energy in his left hand and slowly stabbed it toward Yang Feng's heart.
Seeing the long sword approaching, Yang Feng closed his eyes in despair. Was this how I was going to die...?
He chuckled to himself, thinking, "Just as I thought, it's all karma. What's meant to happen will happen."
You've killed many people yourself, haven't you?
However, he was unwilling, very unwilling.
He can't let go, he can't let go of her.
But can love generate electricity? Can it emit light? Can it explode?
However, neither is possible.
This isn't a TV show, this isn't a drama about good triumphing over evil.
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"Ah! No!" Han Shilan, who was in the middle of a sweet dream, suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, sat up, and shouted, her soft voice echoing throughout the room.
Her pink pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, and her heart was pounding so hard she couldn't calm down.
Although Han Shilan's figure was slightly immature, her pink pajamas revealed a rather beautiful spring scene, showing off her crystal-clear skin.
Her skin was white and her figure was curvaceous and exquisite.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~"
Han Shilan took a few deep breaths, threw off the covers, stood up, picked up her phone, opened QQ, and found that Yang Feng had not yet replied to her message.
Would the US and China really cut off this kind of communication? Impossible!
She went to the window, where the cool night breeze blew, and her long black hair danced in the breeze, carrying a faint scent of shampoo.
I opened the photo album on my phone and saw their photos again.