Hearing Yang Zhanping's words, Han Feng was slightly shocked. At this moment, he felt the sudden increase in murderous intent on the other party...

"Why are you killing me?!" Han Feng looked at Yang Zhanping in surprise. The murderous aura emanating from him even made Han Feng feel a little scared.

"This is the first and last mission I have taken. I'm really sorry." Yang Zhanping's face was full of apologies. From Han Feng, he could feel that this young man has great potential and talent.

, is definitely a prodigy in martial arts, but he is forced to kill him. This is indeed an ironic and helpless thing.

"Mission?" After hearing these words, Han Feng understood to some extent that the other party must have something to do with Chi Ying, so he stopped him here.

"So, you only have two choices: kill me or be killed by me?" Han Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and he seemed to understand that a battle between himself and Yang Zhanping was inevitable.

"Yes, I can't help it, please forgive me." Yang Zhanping nodded helplessly, "I still say what I said, if you die, I will definitely help you take care of your girlfriend. This is what I want for you.

promise."

"Then I should thank you." A sneer appeared on the corner of Han Feng's mouth. At this time, he no longer cared about the identity of the other party. Now all he wanted was to rescue Xiaoyan. If the Buddha stopped, he would kill the Buddha, and the devil would stop him.

Kill the devil!

"If I am killed by you, I hope you can also..." Yang Zhanping looked at Han Feng and wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, "Forget it, this is impossible, you prepare, I am

There will be no mercy.”

After all, Yang Zhanping is a master of the generation. Although he has decided to kill Han Feng, he is not willing to take advantage of Han Feng: "Whatever weapon you want to use, just bring it out. I hope I can defeat you openly. This is my respect for you."

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"It can also make your conscience feel better, right?" Han Feng said coldly, then looked around and picked up a steel rod about 2 meters long and as thick as a thumb from the ground, "

bring it on."

"Watch the gun!" Yang Zhanping yelled, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon coming out of the sea, piercing towards Han Feng. Han Feng lowered his waist and braced his horse, waving the steel rod in his hand to block with all his strength, but only heard "Dang"

With a sound, the gun and stick collided, making a sound

There was a crisp sound, and Yang Zhanping only felt numbness in his hands. He knew that Han Feng's arm strength was amazing, and he could not take advantage of such a direct confrontation. He then stepped back with the gun, and the force of the gun became stronger. Under the vibration of his wrist, the spear turned into a rain of flowers.

It swept towards Han Feng like a violent storm.

Although Han Feng was on the defensive, he remained undisturbed at all. He waved the steel rod in his hand, and it spun like a windmill. A loud "ding-dong" sound was heard, and all of Yang Zhanping's spears thrust out with all his strength were neutralized.

Seeing that Han Feng was calm and calm, Yang Zhanping couldn't help but get excited with fighting spirit. He shouted loudly and rushed forward like a madman, saying: "Look at this move!"

Yang Zhanping took advantage of the opportunity and wanted to attack Huanglong in one go. He was facing a master like Han Feng. Once Han Feng turned from defense to offense, it would be difficult for him to regain the situation. So he attacked with every move, fighting to be the first.

The momentum of the spear is like the water of a river, which is continuous and shows the power of the spear.

When Han Feng saw it, he knew that this was Yang Zhanping's proud marksmanship, and he did not dare to neglect it. Since he had lost the opportunity, he could only wait for Yang Zhanping to show a flaw under tight defense, and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

So he retreated with all his strength, the steel rod in his hand whirling like the wind, covering it without leakage. The stick stirred up the wind, making a hunting sound, and rolled up the sand and rocks on the ground, rolling bigger and bigger like a snowball. Even though Yang Zhanping's spear was pierced by it, it didn't scatter.

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Yang Zhanping was horrified to see that he couldn't attack for a long time, so he couldn't help shouting angrily: "Heavy rain and strong wind!" As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the spear suddenly slowed down, and instead penetrated into the void bit by bit.

There is the sound of wind and rain.

Han Feng felt a chill in his heart. He felt an unparalleled energy as the gun advanced, and the wave became stronger step by step, surging towards him from all directions. As far as he could see, he saw

Yang Zhanping, with the help of exquisite footwork, was making a rotating attack around him, with figures flying everywhere.

Han Feng was nervous at the same time, but he was also secretly happy, because it was his own wish to be able to fight Yang Zhanping with all his strength. If he could block this wonderful blow, he would definitely be able to take advantage of the opportunity to counterattack and defeat Yang Zhanping.

Han Feng certainly had a way to counter Yang Zhanping's move. In fact, while he was trying his best to defend, he was already ready to counterattack. The only thing he had to do was to wait for the opportunity. And now was an opportunity. With Han Feng's ability,

Naturally, he would not let it go, so he became extremely calm at this moment, his eyes gleaming, focusing on the changes and progress of the spear in each space and time period.

When Yang Zhanping's spear pierced through his defense line like a poisonous snake spitting a message, Han Feng no longer hesitated, retreated, and when Yang Zhanping's spear was about to exhaust its power, he suddenly took action. With a violent sound

With a loud sound, Han Feng gathered the energy and flew violently along the steel rod in his hand, bursting out in all directions. For a moment, the condensed air flow spread out, and the wind blew, hitting Yang Zhanping like a stormy wave.

Yang Zhanping never expected that Han Feng could control the steel rod to such an extent that he could transform it into countless hidden weapons in an instant and hit Yang Zhanping from all directions. What shocked Yang Zhanping the most was that he felt behind the air flow.

There was an incomparable murderous aura overflowing.

Murderous intent, Han Feng's murderous intent, no one expected that Han Feng could use the stick so powerfully, and the current stick was his real counterattack.

The sharp murderous aura penetrated his skin like needles, but this could not make Yang Zhanping retreat. He felt this sudden change in an instant, and had to make judgments and make corresponding changes in the shortest possible time.

The steel rod struck straight at him, and the stick carried a strong pressure. No one could truly remain indifferent to this stick. Not even Yang Zhanping, a master with guns, could. But Yang Zhanping was worthy of being a master.

With the gun in his hand, he used the "Three Feet of Ice" move. This move only defended but did not attack. It was completely different from other all-attack moves. However, it built a defensive barrier in an instant, hiding Yang Zhanping behind it.

There was just a crisp sound as the gun tip broke through the air and finally collided with Han Feng's steel rod. A violent wind burst out, causing the two of them to take a few steps back before they could regain their composure. The wind also followed.

The separation between the two came to an abrupt end.

When Yang Zhanping looked at Han Feng in front of him, his heart felt like turbulent waves. It took him a long time to calm down. Only now did he understand why Wu Tengwu paid so much attention to Han Feng. This young man was indeed extraordinary.

Han Feng was also secretly shocked when he saw Yang Zhanping. He struck with all his strength, but it didn't knock down Yang Zhanping. Instead, it made his own tiger's mouth numb slightly. This shows that the opponent is definitely not a person with a false reputation, and his kung fu is indeed unfathomable.

Yang Zhanping's energy and blood surged, and finally his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed out and flowed down the corner of his mouth. The blow just now had already caused him slight internal injuries.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand. Looking at the faint trace of blood, it evoked the sadness in his heart...

"Plop" and spat out a mouthful of blood, followed by a violent cough. A middle-aged woman covered her chest vigorously and bowed down in discomfort.

Yang Zhanping, who was practicing marksmanship in the courtyard, heard his wife's voice in the room. He immediately dropped the gun and rushed into the room. At a glance, he saw the blood on the ground and his wife's painful appearance.

"Xiao Xiu, Xiao Xiu, what's wrong with you?" Yang Zhanping quickly rushed to his wife's side, helped her up, and shouted anxiously.

"Brother Ping, I, I'm fine...don't worry about me." His wife comforted Yang Zhanping while still struggling to stand up.

"Impossible, you are vomiting blood, let's go to the hospital for a checkup as soon as possible." Yang Zhanping said nervously.

"No, I just have an asthma attack again. I don't need to go to the hospital. It will cost a lot of money to go for a check-up." However, his wife refused to accept Yang Zhanping's proposal. She struggled to stand up and continued to do housework.

"It's my fault that you have to work again. I can't make any money. I make you work so hard to help others. It's because of me that I've exhausted you." Looking at his wife's hard work, Yang Zhanping's heart was as sharp as a knife.

Hanging, he held his wife's hand tightly and refused to let her get busy anymore.

"The home is not yours alone. How can I let you do the work alone? We should work hard together. You have a hard time teaching disciples in the martial arts gym every day. How can I let you worry about the housework again? I will do it for you.

I just want to help you with some simple work. I am really useless. I just do some simple housework and make you worry." Not only did his wife not blame Yang Zhanping, but she complained to herself understandingly.

"Xiao Xiu, please stop talking. It's all my fault. Ever since we got together, I haven't let you live a good life. You have to suffer every day. I'm really sorry for you. From now on, don't worry about it anymore. Be good.

Rest and wait until you are well before doing anything." Yang Zhanping helped his wife sit down and insisted on his opinion. After several years of marriage, his wife had indeed been living a poor life with him, but there was no complaint at all. There was a sincere relationship between the two.

His feelings for his wife made him always full of guilt for his wife.

"How can that be done? It will tire you out. I'm really fine. Just let me continue." But the wife refused to rest.

"No, you must listen to me this time and get some rest before you can start working. Otherwise, I won't go to the martial arts gym and will just watch you at home." Yang Zhanping's stubborn temper also rose and he insisted that his wife accept his decision.
Chapter completed!