Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Seeing Zuo Feng attacking Teng Fang again, Teng Fang and the man in short shirt both showed a sinister smile. Zuo Feng took all of this in with keen eyes. Although his expression did not change, he smiled coldly in his heart.

Although Zuo Feng stepped forward, he maintained a half-squatting posture, and this time he raised his left fist with the prison chain. Seeing Zuo Feng's punch, Teng Fang pretended to be caught off guard, but his steps were not chaotic at all.

As Zuo Feng guessed, when the fist was one foot away from Teng Fang, the long whip came again at a high speed and wrapped around his wrist. Zuo Feng pretended to be flustered and hurriedly retracted his fist, but his eyes were cold and flashing. He suddenly turned his wrist and grabbed the long whip wrapped around his hand.

Then Zuo Feng used his left arm to pull into his arms. The strength of his left arm now even exceeded a thousand pounds. The man in short shirt was caught off guard and immediately rushed towards Zuo Feng at a high speed. Teng Fang was swinging his sword towards Zuo Feng's throat, but suddenly he found that the man in short shirt was pulled off the ground by Zuo Feng.

Teng Fang, who was selfish by nature, turned around and dodged without hesitation. If Teng Fang grabbed the man in short shirt at this moment, Zuo Feng would be helpless. But Teng Fang's reaction was completely within Zuo Feng's expectations. After all, the man in short shirt had the strength of the second level of Bone Refining Stage. Although he was panicked at this time, he hurriedly raised his arms to protect his head, and at the same time, he did not forget to glare at Teng Fang fiercely.

The man in short shirt also saw that Zuo Feng was unarmed, so although his body flew straight over uncontrollably, he was not too worried. Teng Fang also noticed the cold eyes of his companions when he dodged, and sighed in his heart. He had to rush up and prepare to seize the opportunity when Zuo Feng and the man in short shirt fought to launch a sneak attack.

At this time, Zuo Feng had already taken the initiative invisibly. Although the man in short shirt had a higher level of cultivation at the second level of Bone Refining Stage, he obviously did not intend to fight Zuo Feng from the beginning. As long as Teng Fang couldn't make a move, he could kill the short-shirted man without any worries.

Zuo Feng raised his leg without hesitation and kicked the short-shirted man fiercely. Although he didn't use any martial arts, Zuo Feng's modified body was extremely strong. Seeing that the other party only kicked him, the man was secretly happy, and immediately poured all his spiritual power into his arms to meet Zuo Feng's kick.

"Bang"

After a muffled sound, the short-shirted man's face became extremely ugly. He originally saw that Zuo Feng didn't use martial arts in a hurry, but such an ordinary kick made him feel like being hit by a giant hammer. There was a sharp pain in his arms, and the huge force made him fly backwards like a ball.

Although Zuo Feng also has the martial art of Yunlang Palm, this martial art itself consumes too much spiritual power, and Yunlang Palm can not be used smoothly every time.

Teng Fang was originally following behind to look for an opportunity, but after a muffled sound, his short-shirted companion immediately flew back and hit him. Fujita dodged almost subconsciously, but as soon as he moved, he knew that they were completely caught in the opponent's plan. Twice, Zuo Feng used the short-shirted man's long whip and Fujita's selfish character to lead the two by the nose.

Zuo Feng kicked out, aiming at Teng Fang, and Fujita dodged very cleverly. Seizing this opportunity, Zuo Feng rushed towards Fujita quickly. Although he was wearing a prison chain, Zuo Feng could still reach the extreme speed in a short distance.

Zuo Feng rushed to Fujita like flowing clouds and water, and kicked out with his right leg flatly. Fujita was panicking to avoid the short-shirted man's flying body, and found that Zuo Feng's leg had already kicked him in the chest. There was no time to dodge, so he could only barely turn around and use his shoulder to block Zuo Feng's fierce kick.

After a muffled sound, Fujita's body flew out like the short-shirted man. At this time, the man in short shirt also flew out a few feet away. His body paused slightly in the air with the long whip stretched straight, and he was pulled back fiercely by Zuo Feng.

The man in short shirt was very depressed at this time. Because he was afraid that the long whip would slip when he used it, he would always tie the rope at the end of the long whip around his wrist. At this time, he was controlled by the other party like a puppet, and he couldn't get rid of the pull of the long whip.

Faced with such a dilemma, the man in short shirt could only bite the bullet and raise his arms again, which were extremely painful. He was looking forward to Teng Fang's arrival in time. He believed that as long as he could hold Zuo Feng for a while, Teng Fang would come to rescue him in time even if he was in trouble.

But the hope that had just risen was gone after another "close contact" with Zuo Feng. This time, Zuo Feng directly smashed the other party's arms with his left arm with the prison chain.

"Ka Ka"

Two consecutive crisp bone fractures sounded, and the man in short shirt flew up again with a painful look on his face. This time he really understood how terrifying the opponent's left arm was. Almost at the moment of contact with the opponent's arm guard, both forearms were broken and deformed.

This time, Zuo Feng rushed forward closely following the short-sleeved man who was flying backwards. At the same time, before the short-sleeved man was about to land, his left arm had already spun like a windmill.

"Hu... Hu"

A low sound rang out in this small competition hall. After hearing this terrifying sound, the short-sleeved man's hair stood up. This is not a human arm, this is clearly the sound that can only be made by swinging a giant hammer.

Zuo Feng's body was shaking slightly as he rushed forward. This is what happens when his left arm is about to lose control. And he is in great pain now. This way of attack is also what he just thought of.

Although this attack method is powerful, it also places a considerable burden on one's shoulders and body. If his body hadn't been specially modified, even an ordinary early-stage muscle-tempering warrior would probably have torn his arm directly open.

"You, what kind of arm is this? Don't...don't..."

The body of the man in a short shirt had just landed on the ground. After seeing this, his eyes were full of horror, and his mouth trembled and he spoke in a sharp voice that was not like a human voice.

But then Zuo Feng's arm gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, and the man in a short shirt reluctantly raised his broken arm and crossed it in front of him to protect him. This was the only thing he could do at this time.

"Boom..."

The huge sound resounded and echoed in the hall for a long time, and even the whole hall trembled slightly. Fujikata didn't stabilize his body until a loud sound sounded, and he was charging towards this side with his long sword raised. The next moment, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. He opened and closed his mouth slightly and murmured: "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

Just when he was rushing over, he happened to see Zuo Feng swinging his left arm and hitting the young man in a short shirt hard. What followed was a horrific scene of blood splattering, with blood and minced meat flying everywhere within two feet of the man's head in a short shirt.

At this time, nothing could be seen from the chest and abdomen of the man in a short shirt. Only white bone residue and some hair were mixed with the minced meat, which made people sick to watch. Seeing that a small crater was made on the ground beneath the minced meat, Fujikata's mind went blank.

Zuo Feng slowly turned around. At this time, Zuo Feng was like a demon, his whole body was stained red with blood, and there were a few pieces of meat stuck to his body. Seeing Zuo Feng looking here, Tengfang's body trembled uncontrollably. He subconsciously took a few steps back and said in a slightly shrill tone: "Don't, don't come here. You, what are you going to do?"

Seeing Tengfang's appearance, Zuo Feng calmed down a little and said coldly: "Go away, I won't kill you."

After hearing Zuo Feng's words, Tengfang seemed to have come to his senses, and the look on his face became uncertain. But after hesitating for a moment, as if he had made a difficult decision, he spoke again: "I want to defeat you, I want to kill you. If you don't die, I will never get out."

After finishing speaking, Fujikata's face revealed a look of madness. He reached into his arms and took out a small wooden box. He opened the box and found a pill inside. Zuo Feng couldn't help but frown after just one glance. This pill was much worse than the "Ling Ning Dan" he had taken.

The pill in Fujikata's hand can barely be regarded as a pill. The surface of the pill is rough and uneven without any luster. After Zuo Feng thought for a moment, he said coldly: "This medicine was given to you by Zhang Yu. I advise you not to take it. Even if you improve your strength in a short period of time through the medicine, I believe the price will not be high." You can afford it.”

Fujikata's hand holding the wooden box trembled slightly, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face. He said slowly: "Huh, you're scared. I know the side effects of this pill, and I can recover in just a few months at most. I can step on you under my feet at such a small price, it's worth it!"

Zuo Feng heard what he said and looked at Teng Fang's appearance at this time. He knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless. His heart had completely gone crazy.

Fujikata stared at Zuo Feng with a sneer, slowly took out the pills from the wooden box, threw them into his mouth without hesitation, then chewed them a few times and swallowed them with a "gurgling" sound. Seeing that he finally took the medicine, Zuo Feng shook his head helplessly.

The effects of the pills were quickly apparent, and a look of pain instantly appeared on Fujikata's face, and at the same time, he let out bursts of low roars. The roar started out like the chirping of insects and was almost inaudible, but then began to gradually expand into a hoarse roar. Fujikata's body also began to tremble continuously, and there were irregular and strange bulges on his body. His already unstable breath was even more disordered at this moment.

Zuo Feng watched all this with cold eyes, and he was not prepared to interrupt, although he did not know the medicine Fujika took. But he could tell that if he took action rashly now, Fujikata might suffer the backlash of the drug and die on the spot. Although he was very reluctant to see Fujikata go so crazy, Zuo Feng could only wait quietly like this.

About a quarter of an hour later, Tengfang's breath finally calmed down after fluctuating for a while. At this moment, his cultivation level had reached the third level of the bone refining stage. His entire body had swelled, and some of his muscles and veins were bulging, and it even felt like his skin was bursting.

"This is simply "violent disintegration" in an incomplete form. This idiot would actually believe Zhang Yu." Zuo Feng's eyes narrowed when he saw Fujikata's current appearance, and he whispered to himself