Dou Tianxing

  "Let me introduce you, Lin Zifeng, you should know him." Cheng Hong said, looking at Lin Zifeng as he introduced him to Du Tianxian.

  Du Tianxian had a warrior's sword hanging from his waist, and his left hand never left the scabbard. In fact, without Cheng Hong's introduction, the two men's eyes had already met.

  "Lin Zifeng, one of the two survivors among the 50 people in the fourth period, a name I've long admired." Du Tianxing said calmly.

  Lin Zifeng was also shocked by Du Tianxu's Baku Flow, the two had known each other for a long time. It was still in the Killer Training Camp, where Du Tianxu was among the top 1300 people, so Lin Zifeng had some impression of him.

  Half an hour later, the roasted beast food was divided into several portions. One part was distributed to each person as food, and another part was stored as a reserve. Another part, however, was allocated to that pack of wild wolves under Cheng Hong's arrangement. ??Cheng Xiong 4

  Three days later.

  The first batch of troops who received the order to annihilate the Wolf Tooth Army arrived at the designated location.

  This army is among the top in the world in terms of training intensity and equipment conditions, and as a mercenary force was assigned to participate in the Gulf War.

  When the first iron boot trampled on Amazon's land, the Wolf Tooth Army faced another challenge.

  In the late afternoon, the sun sets in the west.

  Led by Cheng Hong, the Wolf Tooth Army crouched in the forest covered with shrubs, and from the alertness of the wild wolves, they had been lying here for a day and a night.

  At last, troops clad in green uniforms appeared before everyone's eyes.

  "The other side has about 150 people, with 3.2 bulletproof vests, six brand new AK47s fully automatic, plus six rocket launchers, fully armed. However, this group of people will absolutely not be He Yansong's main force, it seems that He Yansong wants to test our strength first. In that case, let's kill them all and make He Yansong take action personally." Cheng Hong said calmly as he looked at the approaching army.

  Lin Zifeng and I charged from the right side, taking out two of their leaders separately. As soon as we made our move, Feng Ke led the remaining 18 Iron Bone Sect cultivators in a frontal assault, drawing the army's attention. Du Tianxing led six Knife Flow Sect cultivators in a flanking maneuver from the left, focusing on taking out the six rocket launchers. The others stood by, ready to provide cover.

  Cheng Hong finished speaking, nodded at the other three, and then disappeared separately into the thickets in two directions.

  Two minutes later, Lin Zifeng and Cheng Hong appeared together 50 meters away from the troops. The squad of 150 people soon walked over from the valley under their feet, with well-trained footsteps trampling on Amazonian land, making a deafening sound, led by two officers sitting on horseback.

  Cheng Hong and Lin Zifeng exchanged a glance, and in the next moment, they rushed out like two meteors.

  Lin Zifeng lightly landed on the horse's head, and before the opponent could react, Lin Zifeng's hands were already placed on both sides of his head. With a slight exertion of force, there was a cracking sound, and the opponent's head spun 180 degrees.

  Cheng Hong was even more thorough, and after rushing out, he relied on brute force to push the horse down. The several hundred kilograms of horse fell with a mournful cry, and the officer sitting on the horse also tumbled down. However, before he could get up, a cold gun barrel was already aimed at him.

  Bang

  As the signal for battle sounded in Cheng Hong's hand, Feng Ke led 28 Iron Bone Flow out of the bushes. They were like beasts on all fours, running close to the ground like a pack of wolves.

  From the two leaders being shot dead in Lin Zi's and Cheng Hong's hands, to Feng Ke leading his men in a charge. All of this happened within three seconds, before the enemy army could even react, the distance between them had already been shortened by half.

  "Don't be afraid, fire the gun. Rocket launcher, open fire."

  In an emergency, the backup commander took temporary command. More than a dozen machine guns and six rocket launchers quickly targeted the 28 people led by Feng Ke. Lin Zifeng and Cheng Hong rushed into the crowd as soon as they saw each other. In an instant, the two were like wolves entering a flock of sheep, reaping everyone's lives. ?? Struggle for Hegemony 4

  Lin Zifeng's hand knife, five fingers together, each one is a fatal move. Even Tiegu Liufang was not a match for Lin Zifeng in front of him, let alone these ordinary people who only relied on high technology to enhance their combat power.

  Cheng Hong was in no way inferior to Lin Zifeng, the most particular thing about Gunblade Flow was its fighting style. Enemies within three meters of him fell around him like a fan, and on each of their necks was a deep blood mark, which came from the steel blade on his handgun. Unless it was an emergency, his handgun would not fire a shot.

  In the blink of an eye, more than 20 people at the forefront had died at the hands of Linzi and Cheng Hong. At this time, six rocket launchers were fully loaded, their dark muzzles aimed at Feng Ke and others who were rushing forward.

  "Fire!"

  At the sound of the order, the rocket flew out of the barrel and exploded with a loud bang among the 28 Iron Bone Stream comrades.

  Lin Zifei furrowed his brow, "Hasn't Du Tianxing's Batou Troop arrived at the designated location yet?"

  Just then, a few swift sounds. Several black shadows rushed out of the dense forest, and the sound of drawing swords quickly rose. The remaining five rocket launchers did not have time to fire before they were cut into several sections by the six people who rushed out, destroying the rocket launchers, and the six people also killed their opponents around Linzi and Feng like a whirlwind.

  Battōjutsu practitioners value speed and agility. Each time they draw their sword from its scabbard, a life is taken. However, after one cut, the sword must be returned to its scabbard before making a second cut, this is the way of Battōjutsu combat.

  In this way, a team of 150 people was actually disrupted by a few people, causing the remaining people to be scattered all over the place and unable to concentrate in one place. In this way, Feng Ke's team quickly approached, 12 seconds, 50 meters away.

  When the remaining 28 people rushed into the battle group, this battle had no suspense at all and could be said to be a one-sided slaughter. The Iron Bone Flow was almost invincible in close combat except for encountering Linzi Feng's Body Technique Flow. Six-centimeter bullets hitting their bodies had no effect, especially when Feng Ke, who had cultivated to the second form, hardened his iron bones, he was simply a moving tank.

  The sun gradually disappears on the horizon, and the sky is getting darker.

  In the Amazon jungle, it has returned to calmness. A team of 150 people is quietly lying on the cold ground, and a pack of wolves rushes out of the jungle, surrounding this bloody land.

  "Leader, we found five boxes of ammunition from the army and some military medical supplies."

  Cheng Hong listened quietly to the report of the newcomer and nodded in satisfaction.

  "Distribute the bullets to the comrades of Gun Knife Flow, take back the medical supplies to the gathering point, and destroy everything else." Cheng Hong said, just as he was about to turn around and leave. At this moment, Du Tianxing walked up front.

  "Leader, there's a problem."

  "What's wrong?" Cheng Hong looked at Lin Zifeng who was also puzzled and asked. "What's the matter?"

  "Perhaps I'm being overly cautious, but when cleaning up the bodies, there were only 149 corpses." Du Tianxing's words fell like a heavy bombshell among the few people. Cheng Hong lowered his head and began to think seriously.

  "As assassins, the first lesson they learned was to grasp intelligence, including the number of opponents, experience and combat power. These are all essential for the entire war. However, before the battle, Cheng Hong relied on his intuition and felt the breath of 150 people."

  It wasn't just him, Lin Zimu also activated his sixth sense at that time, no less than 150 people.

  "Others will continue to clean up the battlefield." As soon as he finished speaking, he and Lin Zifeng exchanged a glance, then both of them sprinted off in two different directions.

  "30 minutes, this is the time from the start of the battle until now. 30 minutes for ordinary people can run at most two kilometers, Lin Zifeng and Cheng Hong's sixth sense in a state of full bloom can perceive the surroundings within 100 meters. If they let their opponent escape smoothly, it would undoubtedly reveal their own position to the enemy, which is fatal for them."

  Running non-stop, with sixth sense fully open.

  Three minutes later, Lin Zifeng felt a faint breath fifty meters away. The breath was filled with weakness, fear and terror. All of these, Lin Zifeng could sense from the other party's breath.

  He stopped in his tracks, looking at the thicket of shrubs, slowly approaching.

  Getting closer and closer, breathing clearer and clearer.

  Lin Zifeng's right hand had transformed into a claw shape, the starting pose of Wuzi Tong. As soon as his opponent charged out from the thicket, Wuzi Tong would unhesitatingly thrust into his brain.

  "Calm down?" With a sense of feeling, Lin Zifeng felt that the other party had actually calmed down at this moment, and he approached the bush more cautiously.

  "Ah......" Suddenly, a bush shook and a figure covered in bloodstained aura rushed out.

  Lin Zifeng didn't hesitate at all, his right hand moved, the veins on his hand bulged, and his five fingers were fully opened. Then he grabbed the head of the person who rushed out. What Lin Zifeng did not expect was that the opponent actually dodged this fatal blow and hugged Lin Zifeng's waist in the next moment. Lin Zifeng secretly shocked, the opponent's move was the starting move of Ti Fa Liu's first style - Eight Segment Throw.

  "Not good!"

  The next moment, accompanied by a painful scream, the black shadow hugged Lin Zifeng and came with a back slam. However, perhaps the black shadow's strength was already exhausted, and the eight-segment slam was impossible for him to complete, so he was lucky to have only one rear slam. But this is also absolutely fatal for ordinary people.

  "This is an Eight-Stage Crash? You've disgraced the name of Eight-Stage Crash."

  Suddenly, just as the dark shadow thought it had taken care of Lin Zifeng, Lin Zifeng spoke up. The dark shadow turned its head to look over and saw that Lin Zifeng was hanging upside down, but his hands were propping himself up on the ground. Moreover, his feet were also arched downwards, touching the ground.

  "Let me show you what a real ippon throw looks like."

  After finishing, Lin Zifeng, under the astonished gaze of that person, actually counter-embraced his opponent and then used force with his hands. His body was as flexible as rubber, hugging his opponent and repeatedly slamming him eight times, each time head-butting the ground, heavily colliding with the ground.

  Three seconds later, Lin Zifeng looked at his opponent who was still breathing on the ground and couldn't help but reveal a surprised expression.

  "Haha, not bad, it seems you're also a master of the Body Technique Flow. You actually understand the Eight Trigrams Throw quite well. But now, killing you will be as easy as pie." Just earlier, Lin Zifeng had used the Eight Trigrams Throw on this person, but what surprised Lin Zifeng was that his opponent had managed to avoid hitting his head on the ground every time by using both hands to prop himself up, although he had exhausted all his strength in doing so.

  At this time, Lin Zifeng finally saw clearly that the other party was a young man of the same age as him. At this time, he had a face full of bloodstains and several knife wounds crisscrossing his body. Lin Zifeng could see at a glance that these wounds were caused by Cheng Hong's Gun Knife Flow. Unexpectedly, this person was able to escape with his life from Cheng Hong's Gun Knife Flow, it has to be said that it is a miracle.

  But reality is cruel, and as an opponent, Lin Zifeng couldn't possibly spare this person's life. At this moment, Lin Zifeng's five fingers transformed into claws once again, and it seemed that this person was about to die under the control of Lin Zifeng's five fingers.

  "Don't die, I don't want to die here, save me, sister..."

  The five fingers that swooped down stopped in front of the young man's forehead, and the sharp finger wind had already penetrated into the epidermis of his face, with five round holes bleeding out fresh blood.

  "Save me, sister......"

  "Save me, sister......" Over and over again, a scene and voice that had been brainwashed out of his memory by the assassin training camp suddenly appeared in his mind.

  When the sky was completely dark, Lin Zifeng returned to the training camp of the Wolf Tooth Army. At this time, the Wolf Tooth Army was having a banquet because of the victory that day, and five or six bonfires were roasting golden-brown wild boar meat, with groups of wolves and humans surrounding the bonfires, salivating at the sight of the meat. Cheng Hong had already returned, and when he saw Lin Zifeng, he immediately came over with Du Tianxing and Feng Ke.

  Lin Zifeng looked at the three of them and stretched out his hand, spreading out a corner of his robe.

  "I found it, but I've already killed it."

  After finishing speaking, Lin Zifeng walked alone into the wolf's den and sat down in a corner.

  "What's wrong with him?" Du Tianxing couldn't help but ask.

  "I don't know, maybe I'm just tired!" Cheng Hong said lightly, then began calling out to his other companions.