Satisfied with the demeanor he had shown, the Dark Lord decided to keep it up: "Given your courage, I allow you to die with dignity. Move a little faster, don't rub it off, I haven't had afternoon tea yet. ”

Yang Beibing nodded and said seriously: "If I win, I will also keep your whole corpse." ”

The Dark Lord was obviously not interested in bickering, and spread his hands gracefully, motioning for a please.

Yang Beibing retreated to the car, took out a dagger and cut the rope, picked up the iron box and moved it to the open space next to it.

The Dark Lord asked with interest, "What's in the refrigerator?" ”

Ice, refrigerator?!

Yang Beibing's eyes darkened, turned around stiffly, and immediately shook his head and muttered, "You don't understand." What is contained in this is the blood of the endless battle, and the fearless ...... to protect the homeland."

He held up the tusk-shaped pendant hanging from his neck, pressed it gently, and his tone turned to impassioned: "It is blood and glory, sacrifice and dedication......"

The top of the box lit up with a glimmer of light, and the light stretched out to cut a cross along the diagonal, dividing the top into four triangles and erecting upwards, and then the four edges of the box cracked open, revealing a bright light.

With a "click", the box hung wide open and fell in all directions, revealing a white armor covered in flowers.

Yang Beibing stretched his arms and looked up to the sky and said: "It's to turn the tide, it's a battle against the water......"

The armor bounced high and disintegrated in the air. The cuirass flew out one after the other, making a crunching sound and closing in front of his chest. This is followed by shoulder armor, arm armor, skirt armor, leg armor, combat boots...... The metal crashed loudly.

"It is a majestic and vigorous war drum, and it is a sharp and sharp sword......"

The sword is already in the hand, and the sword is in the center.

Yang Beibing took a step forward, and the mask on his helmet fell to cover his face: "It's a way back that can't be turned back!" ”

A dull roar, the sword went out to sea like a dragon.

Ye Feng let go of his sword.

According to past experience, the first-level enhancers have a bit of a hard time against the dark warriors, and they have no chance at all in front of the dark lord, even if they are only baron-level lords. However, looking at Yang Beibing's confidence and the appearance of the battle armor, there is still a fight, and I can't help but have some expectations.

Yang Beibing's height reached two and a half meters after putting on the battle armor, but his movements were not clumsy at all. The width of the broadsword is more than 40 centimeters and the length is about 130 centimeters, and this proportion, combined with the extremely agile movement of the sword, creates the illusion of a short sword.

"It's good to come!" The Dark Lord greeted him. Swords and swords complement each other, and the two of them staggered past each other and exchanged places.

Yang Beibing's left hand put on the hilt of the sword at the same time, and he raised the sword with both hands to slash down, and the dark lord swept away with his sword without showing weakness.

Neither side of the sword was spared. The crosses intersected, and the two great forces collided violently, and the energy overflowed, and the weeds under their feet rolled outward, lodging out in a huge circle.

The Dark Lord slid backwards more than five meters, his gaze a little solemn, and then showed a playful smile: "Interesting! ”

Yang Beibing only took a step back, and seemed to make a judgment.

Ye Feng was a little worried.

Obviously, Yang Beibing's reliance is on this set of battle armor covered with flowers. To be precise, it should be a mecha, which is equipped with a powerful power system, which simply pushes his first-level enhancer's combat effectiveness to close to the third-level level.

However, if this is the true strength he can play, and there are no other hole cards, I am afraid that the next step will be dangerous.

The Dark Lord seems to be at a disadvantage, but in fact, he has shown extremely clever techniques and tactics between advancing and retreating, and he is very experienced in dealing with enemies.

Almost every Dark Lord's ascendancy has gone through countless life-and-death battles before finally being able to stand out. What's more, his natural skills are still a suspense, and often victory or defeat is only a matter of thought.

The demon stared at Yang Beibing intently, his eyes wide as if he wanted to devour someone.

Ye Feng glanced at the dark warrior, just in time to meet a vicious look. Although Ye Feng had always kept a low profile, the dark warrior who wielded the sword instinctively sensed a hint of threat and remained vigilant against him.

Ye Feng smiled harmlessly at humans and animals, and turned his head to look at the fierce fight in the field.

I have to say that the dark lord who gets serious is very scary. The swordsmanship is varied, sometimes sharp and angular, sometimes circled and rounded, and the sword light flashes and never leaves the opponent's vital point.

Yang Beibing was suddenly in danger, and his waist and legs were hit by swords one after another. Fortunately, the armor was sturdy and thick, but it only left terrifying sword marks on the surface, and it was not cut through.

His swordsmanship is a wild way, and he has not undergone systematic training, so he can't talk about discipline at all, and the only advantage is that he is fast.

Ye Feng felt that this set of mecha could be faster, and it was estimated that Yang Beibing was dragging his feet. After all, there is only a level of strengthening, and this kind of performance can be regarded as a super-level performance, and no matter how fast he is, I'm afraid his reaction speed will not be able to keep up.

The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken.

However, the Dark Lord is not much slower than him.

Yang Beibing blocked left and right, and his sword style became more and more scattered.

Ye Feng slowly put on the hilt of the sword, ready to make a move.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Under Yang Beibing's left wrist, he didn't know when a thick barrel protruded, and the bullet shot sparks in the dark lord's chest.

Ye Feng shook his head, it's a pity.

The timing of the sneak attack was very good, if it hit the front door, it might have a chance to turn defeat into victory, the cuirass was too hard, and there was only a shallow crater for such a large-caliber bullet on it.

The shooting completely enraged the Dark Lord. Despicable human beings, who actually shot in a fair contest of swords.

"Die!"

With the roar, Yang Beibing was hit head-on by a speeding train, and even the person with the sword was chopped out.

"Divine Skill!"

The speed at which the move erupted just now, with Ye Feng's eyesight, only captured an afterimage, and the preliminary estimate was that the strength was at least three times more than the original.

The Dark Lord's anger did not subside, and he shouted an order: "Drag me back!" “

No one responded.

"Poof, poof, poof!"

The Dark Lord jerked his head back and watched in amazement as the three Dark Warriors fell to their knees in turn, their heads rolling to the ground. Blood sprang up the demon's chest, sliding down the flat incision above the chest.

"You?" For the first time, the Dark Lord looked at Ye Feng.

For the dark creatures that were about to die, Ye Feng had no interest in communicating.

The cold light flashed, and the sword was returned to the sheath.

"So fast...... Sword! ”

A wound appeared on the Dark Lord's forehead, and a faint blue blood gushed out, and the corpse split in half.

In the distance, in the grass, a figure staggered to its feet.

This kid has a big life. Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, if Yang Beibing was hacked to death because he watched the excitement, he would probably feel guilty for a long time.

"How's it going?"

"It's okay, I can't die."

Yang Beibing took off his helmet, his head was covered with blood like a blood gourd, which startled Ye Feng.

Yang Beibing wiped a handful on his face, leaned under his nose and sniffed it, grinning and revealing his white teeth: "It's okay, I spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and it's all stuck in the mask." ”

"Yo, what's going on, who did it? Lao Ye, what did you do? ”

"If it weren't for you, I guess it would be me."

"Okay, brother. From now on, you will follow me, no, I will follow you. Let's team up and make a fortune. ”

"What fortune?"

Yang Beibing pointed to the corpse on the ground: "Look, it's all money!" ”