Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

On the white platform, more than 20 people looked at the two figures with puzzled expressions. The different expressions caused by various thoughts before gradually unified into puzzlement and surprise.

The Guihua and Guihua families were unable to intervene at this time because of Huaming's bold words. They could only hope that he would quickly deal with the young man named Shen Feng.

The Suyao and Suyao families were hesitant at first. They wanted to help, but their strength was obviously not as good as the other party. Even if they wanted to help, they were not strong enough.

In just a blink of an eye, the two people in front of them had already fought each other, and the battle between the two could not be called a battle at all, because from beginning to end, Shenfeng was unilaterally beaten, and the other side was unilaterally responsible for attacking.

Those people in the square who were still cheering for Zuo Feng now shut up one by one, because Zuo Feng, who they supported, was like a sandbag being beaten by Huaming at will.

Hua Ming did not use any martial arts, because there was no need to use those moves that accumulated power. He only needed to rely on his own strength and spiritual power to punch the opponent.

His cultivation reached the peak of the ninth level of the Tempering Tendon Stage. Although it was not as good as the level of the Gui family that allowed the cultivation to return to the third level for re-cultivation, he also practiced from the first level of the Strengthening Body Stage to the peak of the current body refining stage.

Fingers, palms, fists, elbows, shoulders, feet, knees, all parts have been used, almost all the moves that Hua Ming learned were used, chasing Zuo Feng all the way.

And Zuo Feng only had two words, beaten. No matter how the opponent attacked, he had no power to fight back, and even resisting seemed very difficult. The dull sound that made people feel trembling when listening to it sounded where Zuo Feng's body was hit.

Zuo Feng's body sometimes flew into the air, sometimes fell to the ground fiercely, and sometimes bent greatly because of the opponent's heavy blow, which made people who saw it couldn't help but gasp.

After a few breaths of "fighting" like this, some people on the surrounding stands had a strange look in their eyes.

Some old guys with extremely high cultivation and sharp eyes also saw something special in this fight.

First of all, Hua Ming almost used all his strength in every attack, leaving no room for holding back, and there was no possibility of holding back at all. And the person being beaten, Shen Feng, hit his body hard every time he attacked, and he didn't even have a decent resistance or defense from beginning to end.

If you don't master the rhythm at the beginning, or are not used to the opponent's fighting style, it's normal to suffer a few losses. But it's impossible that you can't even resist once, and you can't even catch a chance to counterattack.

This situation is the most abnormal, and it is also the first special thing these people discovered.

In addition, every time Zuo Feng was attacked, his body would be thrown high at the beginning, but every time he would land very quickly, which is somewhat different from the normal situation of being hit after being hit hard.

In general, when a warrior is hit hard, he will choose to use the force to transform the force and fall farther than usual. If you land quickly, or stabilize your body quickly, you will have to absorb more of the opponent's strength, which is really contrary to common sense.

These old guys with vicious eyes naturally include the patriarchs of various families, Xuanhong and Quli, and the leaders of Ye Lin, Fengtian and the grassland in the square below.

But even if these people are puzzled, they can't think of the reason, but everyone seems to have a premonition that the situation in front of them will change drastically at any time.

"Keta, what do you think will be the result of this battle."

The old man wearing animal skins looked at the fight on the high platform and asked casually. The middle-aged man standing next to him, who was also paying attention to the changes on the high platform, thought for a moment and said: "I think Shen Feng should win this battle."

The old man smiled slightly when he heard it, but continued: "Oh, how can you get this result? Shen Feng has been beaten up until now."

The old man can see it because he has a good cultivation and extremely rich combat experience. Catching a trace from several details, he didn't think that the middle-aged man had such vision.

The middle-aged man called Keta smiled and said: "When Shen Feng was hit at the beginning, a lot of blood flowed outside his body, but now he is beaten more and more times, and the bloodstains are getting smaller and smaller. From this, it can be seen that his physical condition is not as bad as it seems on the surface, so he should be accumulating strength and waiting for an outbreak, while Hua Ming is now consuming more and more, and the situation is not optimistic."

The old man smiled and nodded on the surface, but there was a strange light flashing in his eyes. He was able to analyze this result because of his rich combat experience and outstanding cultivation.

Although the middle-aged man next to him did not have his own conditions, he discovered some other details sharply, and thus he also got a very close inference to himself. Although he did not say it on the surface, he was very sure of it in his heart.

If Zuo Feng could hear the analysis of this middle-aged man, he would certainly admire him very much. In addition to the fact that he was not accumulating strength, his true situation was seen by the other party.

Hua Ming was still attacking tirelessly, and Zuo Feng was still being beaten. From the perspective of those who were just watching the fun, it seemed only a matter of time before Shen Feng was defeated and killed.

In fact, Hua Ming had a different feeling. She didn't use martial arts at first because she didn't need to use powerful martial arts, she just needed to kill the opponent as quickly as possible.

When the time comes, I will tell you that I did not use any martial arts skills, nor did I bully the other person into feeling unwell. But now he wants to use martial arts, but he can no longer do it.

Although he was taking the initiative to attack now, a sense of crisis lingered in his heart. He felt the most obvious about the specialness of the young man in front of him. He felt that if he slowed down his attack pace and used his spiritual power to use martial arts, he might be dangerous.

Moreover, with his non-stop crazy attacks, there is now very little spiritual power left in his body, and now even if he wants to exert his most powerful martial arts, he can no longer do it.

Zuo Feng, who was being beaten constantly, felt extremely comfortable now. He felt that this body now fit more perfectly with his own. The changes in his body and skin were now fully coordinated, and the operation of his aura had returned to normal.

It's just that there isn't much blood flowing now, not because the injury has improved significantly, but because there really isn't a lot of blood in his body.

He was tortured by phosphorus removal over and over again, and his scales and armor were removed a total of eighteen times, leaving not much blood left in his body. Although I have taken a large amount of that plasma, it still requires a process to truly convert it into my own blood and blood gas.

But now Zuo Feng feels that his condition has almost recovered. Now when he was beaten, there is no obvious change as before. Zuo Feng also understands that he no longer needs to continue to be so "suffering".

At this moment, Hua Ming had just knocked Zuo Feng away with one blow, and then rushed over without stopping. Judging from the situation, he was going to attack Zuo Feng again at the same time as Zuo Feng landed.

After the two of them fought, the other party has always been at this rhythm, not giving himself any chance to breathe and recover. However, this opportunity does not need to be given by the other party. Even if the other party can continuously launch attacks, it is only because Zuo Feng did so deliberately.

Now Zuo Feng was no longer ready to "play" with the opponent. When he was knocked away this time, his body also stretched out very naturally. He flew backward slightly, dissipating most of the force.

The old guys watching the battle around, those who noticed something fishy, ​​all stared at Zuo Feng's changes at the same time.

Zuo Feng was seen fluttering backwards slightly, more than two feet farther than normal. Hua Ming, who rushed after him, felt something was wrong at this time, but now his body was flying into the air, and all his spiritual power was concentrated on the heel. There was no reservation in this attack, and there was no room for it. Staring at Zuo Feng.

When his body landed on the ground, Zuo Feng's steps did not stagger at all, like a sharp dagger falling directly to the ground from a high altitude, and he stood there steadily without any shaking in his upper body.

Looking at the quickly approaching kick, Zuo Feng smiled slightly, spread his fingers slowly and slowly, rotated slightly while tightening his fingers and finally clenched them into a fist, and punched the opponent's heel hard without any tricks.

Without any tricks or using any martial arts, he simply relied on the explosive power of his body and spiritual energy to collide with the opponent like a needle.

"boom"

A huge banging sound sounded between the two of them. Zuo Feng's body only swayed slightly, but Hua Ming had a look of horror on his face and his body flew backwards. His feet landed on the ground and scraped against the marble floor. He walked out for more than four feet, and almost hit the defensive formation before he stopped.

Zuo Feng looked at Zuo Feng with a shocked look on his face. He stood there without taking a step back. He casually brushed his clothes with his hand and then said slowly: "It's been a long time, how are you feeling...?"

As he spoke, the corners of Zuo Feng's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold and cruel smile, but this smile made Hua Ming's face blush slightly.

After finishing speaking, Zuo Feng flipped his palm and took out a scarlet pill. Naturally, there were many masters of medicine refining around him, and he immediately saw that what Zuo Feng took out was a blood-tonifying pill, which was specially taken to restore Qi and blood when there is excessive loss of blood.

Zuo Feng gently placed the pill in his mouth, chewed the pill repeatedly with his white teeth, and then swallowed it. But just such a simple action, in Hua Ming's eyes, made him feel a chill running down his spine.