A few minutes later, the remaining members of the Eastern Excalibur team arrived at the scene one after another.
Looking at the three badges in the charred ruins, everyone's eyes turned red, and extreme sadness filled their hearts.
"Leopard, Xiaofeng, Radar..." Someone read their code names and couldn't help but swallow more.
These members of the Eastern Divine Sword are all tough men. Even if they are scarred on the battlefield, they will not even frown. But now, their eyes are full of tears and their bodies are trembling.
A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the sad point yet!
The comrades who had known each other day and night were killed in an instant, and not even their ashes were left.
Such a heavy blow was like a steel nail piercing their chests, causing heartache.
At this time, Ye Fan leaned over to pick up the torn badge and carefully hid it in his pants pocket.
Immediately afterwards, he took off his military uniform, spread it on the ruins, straightened his spine, saluted an impeccable military salute, and said in a deep voice:
"How can you say that you have no clothes, but you share the same robe with me!"
"Purchase my sword and spear, and share my hatred with you!"
When he said the last sentence, Ye Fan burst out with overwhelming fighting spirit, and the air around him seemed to freeze.
Everyone in the stadium also saluted and expressed their deepest condolences to the three fallen soldiers.
Suddenly, Leng Feng seemed to have thought of something, looked at Mark and said:
"Chief instructor, that superpower must be hiding nearby! Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must dig him out and cut him into pieces!"
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"Jiejiejie..."
A burst of strange laughter sounded suddenly, echoing throughout the forest, as if coming from all directions, making it impossible to determine the source of the laughter.
Immediately afterwards, a hoarse voice, like metal cutting, resounded throughout the audience: "Tch! A group of people, as weak as chickens, still want to kill me, it's simply ridiculous!"
As soon as these words came out, all the members of the Eastern Divine Sword in the field tensed up, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They adjusted their bodies to the best state to defend themselves against the enemy, without daring to show any signs of neglect.
"He Fangxiao is so timid, get out of here!"
Ye Fan said, punching in the air and hitting the right front.
"Boom!"
The turbulent inner energy came out of the body, pulling out a vacuum tunnel in mid-air, and countless towering trees were knocked down.
Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from that direction, barely escaping the fatal blow.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The eyes of everyone in the venue were all looking towards that figure.
I saw that the man was about thirty years old, with a short build, a round face, a mustache on his lips, wearing a black robe, wearing wooden clogs, and a golden chrysanthemum painted on his chest.
"Japanese people?!"
Seeing this guy's appearance clearly, Ye Fan frowned and countless doubts emerged in his heart.
You know, this Chidao belongs to China's territorial waters, so how could a Japanese superpower suddenly appear?
This is so abnormal, there must be something unknown about it.
At this time, the short-figured Japanese superpower glared at Ye Fan fiercely, with a wolf-like gloomy light in his eyes, and gritted his teeth and said:
"Baga! Brat, you almost hurt me just now. If you know better, you should kill yourself quickly to apologize! Otherwise, I will use the power of thunder to blast you into scum!"
As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his right index finger, and crackling electric light lingered and twisted on his fingertips, making it dazzling.
Even from a long distance, one can feel the terrifying lethality.
When Ye Fan saw this, a cold light as sharp as a knife flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly:
"Look at it this way, Liu Yong and the three instructors all died in your hands?!"
"Tch! You despicable people are all rubbish! I, Taro Miyamoto, am a superhuman from the Japanese Empire. I am extremely noble. It is their honor to die in my hands!" Taro Miyamoto said unscrupulously.
said provocatively.
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Upon hearing this, many members of the Eastern Divine Sword's eyes were red, their heads were filled with anger, and their chests were heaving, as if they had reached the edge of violence.
"presumptuous!"
Leng Feng's eyes were splitting, like an angry lion, roaring: "The Japanese dog dares to kill our compatriots on the land of China. The crime is unpardonable!"
"Give-me-die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feng held a dagger and turned into a bolt of lightning, attacking towards Miyamoto Taro with a devastating force.
"Stab it!"
The dagger cuts through the air, it is unparalleledly sharp and unstoppable.
In the Chinese martial arts community, there is such a saying——
One inch is long and one is strong, one inch is short and one is dangerous.
Long, strong and sharp.
Short and cunning, with hidden murderous intent.
With a short weapon like a dagger, you must be close to the opponent to attack. You can move faster during a fight and bear greater risks.
But this danger is not only for yourself, but also for your enemies.
At this moment, Leng Feng seemed to have transformed into a peerless assassin, moving forward indomitably, risking his own life, and pouring all his strength into this attack.
Either you die or I die.
Leng Feng has served in the Eastern Divine Sword for ten years. He has experienced thousands of battles, large and small, and has rich combat experience.
Countless enemies died in his hands, including many strong martial artists and those with supernatural powers.
In a few breaths, Leng Feng was already in front of Taro Miyamoto.
Murderous intentions emerged crazily.
However, looking at the approaching cold front, Taro Miyamoto in the distance showed no intention of dodge. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a stern smile, like a blooming poppy, extremely evil.
At this moment, Taro Miyamoto's eyes flashed, and he flicked his fingers slightly.
"Stab la la!"
The thunder that had been lingering at his fingertips suddenly expanded and turned into an overwhelming power grid, airtight and shrouding the cold front.
quick!
Too fast!
Although the thunder controlled by Taro Miyamoto is not as good as real lightning in nature, its speed has exceeded the limit of what the naked eye can capture.
Previously, Taro Miyamoto used only one blow to blast three Eastern Divine Sword warriors into ashes and ashes.
Such destructive power means that he is definitely not a B-level superpower, but already possesses A-level strength, comparable to a martial arts master.
Thousands of thunderbolts intertwined together, let alone a mortal body, even an armored vehicle would be turned into powder in an instant.
"Oops!"
Leng Feng secretly thought something bad, his vest was completely soaked with cold sweat, and he had an unprecedented ominous feeling in his heart, as if the god of death had raised a sickle and pressed it against his neck.
Now, he was only a stroke away from this terrifying power grid and had no time to dodge.
In a few tenths of a second, he will be chopped into a withered skeleton, with not even a bone residue left.
"Brother Feng!!!"
In the distance, the members of the Eastern Divine Sword couldn't help but exclaim, their hearts hanging in the air, filled with shock and anger.
Although Leng Feng was arrogant and arrogant, he was never timid on the battlefield and always took the lead and rushed to the forefront.
Over the years, many team members have benefited from him and even had their lives saved by him.
But now, they are dozens of meters away from Leng Feng. They can only watch Leng Feng being killed but cannot do any rescue.
",Die! Jie Jie Jie..."
Taro Miyamoto burst out laughing arrogantly, as if he had foreseen Leng Feng's death.
At the critical moment, a figure soared into the sky, faster than thunder, as if shrinking to an inch, and rushed in front of Leng Feng, blocking him from the terrifying power grid.
It’s Ye Fan!
Looking at Ye Fan's not generous shoulders, Leng Feng's body shook violently, and an indescribable warmth surged in his heart, which made him extremely moved.
Previously, he was dissatisfied with Ye Fan and had instigated other instructors, deliberately trying to give Ye Fan a blow.
Unexpectedly, in this critical moment, Ye Fan stepped forward regardless of past grudges.
Seeing Ye Fan's figure, Miyamoto Taro was stunned for a moment, then showed a ferocious look on his face and shouted: "Boy, no matter how fast you are, you can't change anything, you will inevitably die!"
As he spoke, Taro Miyamoto raised his right hand high and clenched his fists with his five fingers. The power grid in the sky also shrank, covering Ye Fan and Leng Feng from all directions.
At this moment, Ye Fan straightened his spine, stared at the cold stars, and said proudly:
"A pearl of rice dares to shine? Ridiculous!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan opened his mouth and transformed into a Kunpeng that swallowed the sky and the earth. The vitality within a hundred meters radius surged crazily.
"Stab la la! Stab la la!"
The electrical grid composed of thousands of thunderbolts was swallowed by Ye Fan in just a few breaths, as if summoned by a mysterious force.
Swallowing thunder and lightning, he looks like a god!