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Zhao Yang's strength and cultivation are above Feng Ye's. Little Feng Ye's current strength is only at the middle stage of foundation building. Although it is already amazing among his peers, he is still not as good as Zhao Yang.
However, the two men had different body movements and attacking techniques. Feng Ye's techniques were mostly taught by his master, while Zhao Yang's attacks were more fierce and deadly, and he would aim for the opponent's weak points as soon as he struck out.
The two of them shocked everyone as soon as they made their move. Even the demon cultivator who was the leader was shocked. He knew that he had made the biggest and stupidest mistake, which was being too arrogant and looking down on others.
If he didn't feel that his strength and cultivation were unmatched among these people, and if he didn't underestimate that brat, how could he have fallen for that brat's trick
Now, seeing the two little devils joining forces to attack him, with murderous intent in every move, he immediately snorted in a deep voice: "Hmph! Even if this demon has been poisoned, you two little devils can never kill me!"
As soon as the gloomy voice fell, he clapped his hands on the ground and flew up. As he raised his hands, a sharp sword energy came out and hit the two people at an extremely fast speed.
The two of them jumped in the air, avoiding the attack and pounced forward again. The two small figures entangled with the demon cultivator and the fight was very fierce.
The demon cultivator had lost all his spiritual energy and felt sore and weak all over. He was only able to fight with the two men because he had used up his last bit of strength. He thought he could kill them easily, but the two little ghosts were as slippery as two loaches and kept slipping past him, making it impossible for him to catch them even if he wanted to.
Just as he was dodging Zhao Yang's attack, suddenly, a small fist hit him from behind again, and it was aimed at the wound he was stabbed on.
The child's fist didn't have much power, but the fist of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building was different. The punch landed on him and made him spit out blood.
Just at this moment, the last bit of strength in his body seemed to be used up, and his speed slowed down. A sword energy came towards him, and he tried to block it, but when he tried to block it, he found that the sword in his hand had been knocked down before.
"call out!"
The sword slashed down fiercely, cutting right across his face. He widened his eyes in anger and unwillingness. His body became stiff in that instant, as if time had stopped at that moment. He could no longer hear any sound around him, and could only feel blood splashing all over his face...
"Bang!"
Seeing the demon cultivator fall, Feng Ye took a breath and was about to go forward to see when Zhao Yang pulled him back: "I'll go." Zhao Yang protected him behind him and kicked him. After confirming that he was dead, he turned back and said to Feng Ye: "He's dead."
"Yangyang, your swordsmanship has become even more powerful." Feng Ye praised with a smile.
"If you study hard, you will be able to be like me in the future." Zhao Yang still had a stern face. He took all the valuable things from the demon cultivator on the ground and handed them to Feng Ye.
When Feng Ye saw so many things, his eyes lit up and he put all the things away with a smile.
After a long while without hearing any other sounds, the two looked at the members of the Thunderfire Mercenary Team who were still sitting on the ground and asked, "How are you? Have you recovered?"