Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Seeing Guizhuo's cultivation level slowly rising amidst violent fluctuations, from Qi Sensing Level 1 to Qi Sensing Level 3, the corners of Zuo Feng's eyes twitched unconsciously, and the smile on his face also softened. Slowly converge and go away.

The appearance of the ghost hunter was not bad at first, but his original appearance could no longer be seen under his gloomy temperament and sloppy clothing. When he once fought against Zuo Feng on the street, his scribe's appearance was rather bookish.

But now the ghost hunter's hair is flying everywhere under the fluctuation of spiritual energy, and the appearance revealed is even more ferocious and terrifying. There are either big blood vessels bulging and squirming on the skin on the face, or various intertwined bright red small blood vessels. Distributed almost everywhere on the skin.

Zuo Feng could barely accept this disgusting look, but some girls in the stands couldn't help but turn pale after seeing it. Some even touched their chests and turned away, spitting out their breakfast in one breath.

Only the group of warriors from the Gui family and a few super strong men who had reached the cultivation stage were present. What they cared about was not the change in Guizhan's appearance, but the change in Guizhan's aura.

"No matter what the outcome is this time, I'm afraid the ghost hunt won't be able to make another breakthrough in a short period of time. It seems that this genius boy from the ghost family can be eliminated from our sight."

Sulan narrowed her eyes, watching the changes in Guizhan's aura, and said with a slight smile. In the eyes of the Su family, the Yao family and other families, the Gui family has never been an easy family to deal with, and there have been constant infighting and friction over the years. Seeing the new generation of spoiled children lose their lives here, they naturally feel a sense of difficulty in their hearts. The comfort of words.

Ni Tianju nodded slowly, and he agreed with Su Lan's words, but his eyes were wandering to the left.

"Chen Feng was able to force Gui Zai to this point. Logically speaking, he has won the battle. I believe that the empire cannot violate this result. However, Gui Zai uses such methods and is obviously determined to fight to the death. I am just worried... …”

After hearing Ni Tianju's words, Kang Yishan also said immediately: "Yes, I am also worried about little friend Shen Feng, and the result has been achieved so far. But if the ghost hunter kills Zuo Feng here, then the matter of life and death will Success or failure, victory will most likely be awarded to Guizhan, after all, the blockage on Guizhan is too huge. "

As Kang Yishan spoke, he couldn't help but look at an empty platform at the edge of the square, where three old men in gorgeous clothes were sitting.

Those three people were the people from the empire's side. It was one of the three of them who had just announced the start of the competition. It was also the three of them who finally announced the outcome of the competition. Judging from their posture, it is obvious that these three people are secretly betting on the ghost hunter. If the result is difficult to judge, these three people will obviously side with the ghost hunter.

Su Lan also looked in that direction, nodded and said: "These three old guys dare to violate the rules of the fighting arena. This matter must be decided by the king in the future. But for now, Shen Feng can only face ghosts. There seems to be little hope of winning now.”

As the commander-in-chief of the Su family, Su Lan cares more about the family's interests, and she always takes the family's interests as the starting point in everything. Although Ni Tianju is also the commander-in-chief of a super aristocratic family, he is the commander-in-chief with a foreign surname. Ni Tianju especially values ​​friendship. Because of Yao Qiuer, he also cares more about Zuo Feng's life.

Kang Yishan is the head of a family, but he is not from a super aristocratic family, so the two marshals are equal to him. When facing the heads of these two families, they will be a head shorter than each other.

Ni Tianju, who was more concerned about Zuo Feng, hesitated and said: "Since the battle has reached this point, Commander Sulan also agrees that there is a result now. Then I think if Shen Feng is in danger, we might as well rescue him. Come down, then the worst result of this fight is a draw."

Su Lan couldn't help but frown when he heard this, but thinking of some of the secrets Zuo Feng had, regarding the independent space in the formation of Linshan Villa, he reluctantly nodded.

Seeing that the two commanders had made a decision, Kang Yishan did not interrupt. Naturally, he was more concerned about Zuo Feng's safety. If possible, he didn't want Zuo Feng to suffer any harm. It was best to participate in the medicine selection competition in the best condition, because Zuo Feng represented the Kang family.

In the surrounding stands, many families and forces were quietly discussing how this originally unsuspicious competition had become confusing and developed into such a situation.

Seeing Gui Quan's cultivation level gradually stabilize, Gui Quan's whole person became even more ferocious. This method of improving one's cultivation is very harmful to the body, and the big shots can see this at a glance.

Although the third level of the Qi-sensing stage is the height he has reached before, when he drops his cultivation level, it is equivalent to entering a trajectory, but forcibly returning to the original third level of the Qi-sensing stage is tantamount to stepping out of the box. trajectory, so he also has to bear a corresponding price.

But Ghost Hunter no longer thinks about the "price". He only wants the result, victory, and killing his opponent.

There was a distance between the two of them. This was the distance that Guizhu subconsciously avoided when his arm was injured. At this distance, given the speed of the ghost hunter, he could easily avoid Zuofeng's sneak attack. If he escaped too far, it would be as if he was scared by the opponent and was about to give up the fight.

He slowly stretched out his skinny palm and tore open his clothes, revealing a tight-fitting shirt underneath the black robe.

Zuo Feng watched the other party take off his gown, and then his eyes fell on the other party's metal belt. The belt looks very tough, and just by taking a quick glance at it, you can tell that it is a weapon, a weapon that has almost reached the level of a weapon.

The right arm stabbed by Zuo Feng Yunlang's finger was like a limp dead snake, swinging randomly on the right side of the body with Zuo Feng's movements.

Although Guizhu didn't want to care about his almost "wasted" right hand at this time, the awkward and frustrated feeling of being unable to use his right hand unconsciously grew in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, making a "crunching" sound, and stretched out his hand to press heavily on the metal belt around his waist. He had gloves on the palms of his hands. When the gloves were buckled on his belt, the sound of "clang" could be heard endlessly.

With a crisp "click" sound, the belt suddenly stretched straight, and it turned out to be a long sword that was bent and worn on the waist.

Zuo Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but then he showed a weird smile.

'I originally thought that this ghost hunter would be the strongest enemy I have ever encountered in my life, but who could have imagined that it would be like this. It seems that everything started from Master Chu, when he allowed me to enter the spiritual extreme. Start after the environment realm. ’

Zuo Feng unconsciously thought about his experiences in the spiritual extreme realm. Zuo Feng thought that he might fall into the worst nightmare, but in the end, he turned into the ghost hunter's worst nightmare.

Now the opponent no longer uses gloves, but takes out the long sword from his waist. Obviously this is another weapon he is good at.

But Zuo Feng now hopes that he can find a good weapon. At least he can try out how powerful the newly repaired wind-controlling dragon stick is.

Zuo Feng's smile seemed to Gui Zhu's eyes to be a naked mockery, a mockery of his current state.

Guizhu's spiritual energy was released without reservation, and the long sword's surface immediately glowed with a green luster under the infusion of Guizu's spiritual energy.

That is the inherent characteristic of wood-type spiritual energy. This long sword can absorb spiritual energy and change its shape. It is obviously a genuine instrument, but Zuo Feng cannot judge the specific quality level of the opponent's weapon.

But Zuo Feng didn't care what level he was in. Zuo Feng just smiled and grabbed his waist under his gown.

The Corpse Walk was fully unleashed, and the ghost hunter's cultivation had improved by three levels. In addition, without the huge black gown, his speed was several levels faster than before. The afterimages of the running figure were left behind, and the ghost hunter held his hand. The long sword ran towards Zuofeng.

On the surface, Zuo Feng looked like an old god, but his eyes did not miss any detail of the other party. Guizhu's body is still as straight as a stick, but the swing of his hips still changes slightly.

When Zuo Feng saw this scene, he felt a little relieved. The previous competitions relied entirely on the experience in the realm of spiritual extremes. Only with this experience can one predict the enemy's opportunities.

But now all opportunities are gone, and I can only rely on my own observation and judgment. At this time, the ghost hunter chose to take off his long shirt, exposing the subtle movements of his hips to Zuo Feng's eyes. Together with the small movements of the opponent's elbows, he could also predict the opponent's next move in advance.

The ghost hunter's long sword unfolded, and while rushing in front of Zuo Feng, the long sword was raised diagonally to the upper right along the lower part of his left hand.

This sword move is not complicated, but when the momentum is unleashed, it is much faster than chopping or swiping with the sword-raising gesture, and the angle is even more difficult to judge accurately.

However, Zuo Feng did not panic at all. His wrist shook slightly, and there seemed to be a spiritual snake wrapped around his waist. Suddenly, a long black whip appeared in Zuo Feng's hand.

It's just that this long whip looks a little different from ordinary soft stools. When the long whip flies out, strong winds blow around Zuo Feng's body in an instant.

Behind the two warriors from Gui Hua in the audience, a man wearing a bamboo hat suddenly raised his head and looked at the weapon in Zuo Feng's hand with a hint of shock in his eyes.

This man's slender eyes were slightly opened, and there was a sparkle in his eyes. This man was Hu San from the Bloodthirsty Hall.

At this moment, he looked at the long whip in Zuo Feng's hand and said unconsciously: "How can there be such a similar taste, but also completely different? How on earth could it be?"