The Young Ranger Jiang Yin

At the edge of the cliff, Jiang Yin landed on a protruding stone wall and looked back at Mr. Feng who was chasing him.

"Is this the place you chose for your burial? It's a nice place."

Mr. Feng said coldly.

"Maybe this is where you are buried, but maybe not."

Jiang Yin said.

"What a big tone. Don't think that you can easily deal with a Grandmaster just because you defeated Zuo Lengchan and other guys who just entered the Grandmaster stage.

My strength is not comparable to that of Zuo Lengchan."

"maybe."

Jiang Yin smiled faintly, which surprised Mr. Feng.

"Apart from anything else, I really admire your mentality. Unfortunately, you have offended someone you shouldn't have offended, and you have no choice but to die. I won't say any more nonsense, just prepare to die!"

Mr. Feng attacked again, his pair of iron fists coming at him like venomous snakes. The wind from his fists was not inferior to the evil wind on the cliff.

Jiang Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned around and drew the Samsara Sword directly out of its sheath.

clang!

Mr. Feng's iron fist hit the sword blade, making a collision sound. Then Mr. Feng's pupils shrank. He had no idea where Jiang Yin pulled out the sword from.

"Reincarnation Sword! Who are you? What is your relationship with Jiang Yin?"

With just one glance, Mr. Feng recognized the sword in front of him.

As Jiang Yin's fame grew, his sword Samsara became known to more and more people.

Jiang Yin was not surprised to be recognized by the person in front of him.

Because the Samsara Sword was too conspicuous, Jiang Yin had previously used an ordinary long sword to participate in the Five Mountains Conference.

"you guess?"

Jiang Yin chuckled and did not answer. Instead, he changed the momentum of his sword and used the Eclipse Sword Technique directly.

The sword is brilliant!

A series of hot sword lights were released from the Samsara Sword in front of him, instantly enveloping Mr. Feng. "This sword technique...you are Jiang Yin!"

Mr. Feng confirmed Jiang Yin's identity, but then he asked in confusion: "No, you don't look right. I didn't expect that Jiang Yin, the famous knight in the martial arts world, could actually disguise himself.

And you even pretended to be a disciple of Hengshan Sect to deal with Zuo Lengchan. What exactly do you want to do?"

"Sir, you have the wrong person."

Jiang Yin has always been cautious. At this time, even if he was recognized, he would never admit his identity.

Although the moment he drew out the Sword of Samsara, he had already planned to keep the other party for good.

"Humph, are you still trying to argue at this time? Fine! Once I capture you and torture you severely, I'll see if you can still be so stubborn!"

As Mr. Feng spoke, he swung his fists, and his fists shattered all the sword lights that were covering the area.

The power of these two iron fists is truly terrifying!

Jiang Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, swung the sword continuously, and performed one Eclipse Sword Technique after another.

Perhaps because he was afraid of the sharp edge of the Samsara Sword, Mr. Feng did not hit the sword with his fist again. Instead, he kept moving around with his strange identity, looking for opportunities to attack.

However, after a few rounds of confrontation, Jiang Yin could see that this man had extremely rich combat experience.

Each of his attacks seemed ordinary, but they could pose a considerable threat to him.

This feeling is extremely terrifying.

He threw out a punch from his right hand, and Jiang Yin shattered it with a sword, but his body couldn't help but step back several steps and stood on the edge of the cliff.

"You have some skills, no wonder you are so arrogant. I didn't expect that after the battle with Zuo Lengchan, you still have so much internal energy left to use.

No wonder the adults think so highly of you, you are indeed not a simple person."

After more than a dozen moves, Mr. Feng still hadn't taken down Jiang Yin, so he couldn't help but praise him.

"My Lord? Who is my Lord?"

Jiang Yin caught this information and asked immediately.

He knew that this so-called adult should be the benefactor behind Zuo Lengchan.

But how could Mr. Feng tell Jiang Yin?

"When I catch you, you will know who the master is. Now, you'd better surrender! Wuchang will take your life!"

Following Mr. Feng's loud shout, his fists suddenly appeared in two different colors.

One black and one white, just like the Black and White Impermanence.

The terrifying fist force quickly gathered above the fist. Just by looking at it, one could feel its terrifying power.

"What an amazing boxing skill. Who is this guy? How could he be so amazing?"

Looking at the mysterious man wearing the mask of Impermanence in front of him, a hint of doubt flashed through Jiang Yin's mind.

This outfit looks familiar.

Could it be...

Jiang Yin suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.

But in this matter, Mr. Feng's fists have already landed in front of him.

"Sword Two! Kunlun Flame!"

Jiang Yin placed the Samsara Sword horizontally in front of him to block Mr. Feng's black and white fist force. At the same time, he condensed his sword finger with his left hand. A red flame appeared on the sword finger and pointed it at the blade of the Samsara Sword.

The next moment, the blade of the Samsara Sword turned red, and flames emerged!

The hot force came from the sword, and the black and white fist force was immediately dissipated. At the same time, Mr. Feng only felt a terrifying fire force coming from the sword, as if it was about to enter his body.

Seeing this, Mr. Feng was shocked. He immediately took a few steps back and injected his internal energy into his fists to disperse the scorching sword energy.

"What a strange sword technique."

Mr. Feng thought to himself, and couldn't help but become more wary of Jiang Yin's methods.

"You are wearing this mask. Could it be that you are a former member of the Dragon Riders?"

Just when Mr. Feng was about to continue his attack, Jiang Yin's words shocked him.

"Who are you? How do you know about the Dragon Riders?"

Mr. Feng's question was tantamount to admitting what Jiang Yin said.

"As expected, judging from the mask you are wearing, you are Impermanence, right?"

Hearing this, Mr. Feng was even more shocked.

"Who are you? If you don't tell me, I will make you die miserably!"

Mr. Feng's mind kept flashing back to the past, but none of them could stand up to Jiang Yin. There were some sword masters among the group of people back then.

But no one has ever used swordsmanship similar to Jiang Yin.

What exactly is going on?

Is he an insider or an outsider?

Mr. Feng was a little confused.

Jiang Yin already knew the identity of the person in front of him.

Dragon Riders!

Thirty years ago, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty secretly gathered a group of masters in the martial arts world to form the so-called Dragon Riders, in order to eliminate dissidents at home and suppress rebellions abroad.

There are a hundred of them in total, and they usually wear masks during training and operations.

So they don’t know each other’s appearance or name, they only know each other’s martial arts moves and code names.

This kind of life lasted for five years.

Five years later, when they were carrying out a mission, the operation failed due to betrayal by a spy, and they were almost wiped out.

The person in front of him should be the spy, the Dragon Rider Imperial Guard codenamed Wuchang.

"The Dragon Riders have been destroyed long ago, but you are still alive. I guess you are the spy back then, right? Wuchang!"