Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Zuo Feng endured the pain all over his body, reached into his arms and took out several packets of medicine powder, and smeared them all over his body. At this time, it was almost difficult to see the original skin color on his upper body, which was either blue and red or purple.

He could say that he won the duel with Ding Hao by luck. For close combat, Zuo Feng was still somewhat confident. At least for warriors who were one or two levels higher than him, he was confident that he could suppress others.

But in the duel with Ding Hao just now, if he had not had a specially modified body, and the "lianrou push hand" he had just learned and the "bone unloading method" he created, he would not have been able to defeat the opponent at all.

This Ding Hao's physical combat skills can be said to be a different approach. Many of his moves even gave him an illusion that he had broken through the limits of the human body, and his fists and feet even contained the moves of knives, swords, sticks, and whips. This opened Zuo Feng's eyes and he also learned a lot of new things.

While thinking about the battle just now, he replayed Ding Hao's moves in his mind. In a blink of an eye, Zuo Feng came to the outermost staircase on the fourth floor of the spiral tower. He walked up the stairs without hesitation, took out the wine pot on his waist, and drank a big sip.

Zuo Feng could be said to have never drunk alcohol before, but he didn't expect that the first time he drank alcohol would be in such a place. Ding Hao's free and unrestrained image emerged in his mind, and Zuo Feng shook his head with a smile.

'Ding Hao felt that he was very suitable for his spleen and stomach, and Ding Hao was not the same for himself. '

As the external injury medicine powder and "Forget Worry Drunk" applied on the body took effect, a slight coolness came from the surface of the body, which was a sign that the external injury had improved significantly. And the Nahai in the lower abdomen felt warm, and a stream of pure spiritual energy was generated.

He took out another pack of "Returning Power Powder" and swallowed it. When Zuo Feng crossed the last step and came to the fifth floor, although his appearance was still covered with scars and his clothes were torn, he had basically recovered to his best condition.

"The effects of these medicine powders and this "Forget Worry Drunk" are really good. I didn't expect that in just a dozen breaths, I have recovered almost completely." Zuo Feng couldn't help but admire it, and then twisted his neck and shook his shoulders, looking eager to try.

Suddenly, the iron box embedded in the ground beside the corridor came into view. Because he was always thinking about the "Pregnant Spirit Pill" after the final victory, he almost forgot the reward he should get for passing the fourth-level trial.

He smiled self-deprecatingly and opened the lid of the iron box casually. Then a dazzling yellow light shone on Zuo Feng, making him dizzy. He narrowed his eyes and saw clearly that there was a yellow short knife in the iron box. The blade was about twelve or thirteen inches long, and the whole body was golden yellow. Even the handle was wrapped with golden silk threads.

Zuo Feng frowned and looked at it for a long time, then couldn't help but utter two words, "showy". Although Zuo Feng had learned a little about the art of refining weapons, with his limited experience, he really couldn't tell what material this short knife was made of.

There was also a scabbard in the iron box, which looked much more plain than the short knife. The scabbard was made of the best green ironwood. Although green ironwood was not very precious, the green color of the scabbard in front of him was mixed with black spots, which was obviously made of green ironwood that was a hundred years old.

Looking at the golden short knife in the iron box, Zuo Feng immediately thought of a person in his mind, and laughed in his heart. 'Such a showy short knife is just right to give to that unreliable "monkey". '

Thinking of this, Zuo Feng inserted the short knife into the scabbard, and then put it in his arms. In fact, he still used his telekinesis to store it in the nanocrystal. After doing this, Zuo Feng strode into the passage. As he took a step forward, the smile on his face gradually faded, and a solemn mood emerged.

The heavy stone door slowly opened, and extremely dazzling light radiated from the hall. The hall, which was twice as spacious as the lower floors, came into view. The hall was densely inlaid with countless spiritual stones, and even the ceiling was inlaid with a large number of spiritual stones.

Zuo Feng looked carefully and saw that the spiritual stones in the hall were all green and yellow, and they were all medium-grade spiritual stones. This was absolutely luxurious. What he had obtained in the secret room of the bandits before were all some of the lowest quality spiritual stones. I am afraid that if the spiritual stones he had obtained were added together, it would only be enough to barely exchange for a medium-grade spiritual stone like the one in front of him.

Just as Zuo Feng was excited about these spiritual stones, the wall on one side of the hall trembled, and then a stone door slowly opened, and a burly silver figure appeared in the passage behind the stone door.

This burly figure was wearing a mask, and it was the person who made him feel a little familiar. The burly masked young man was covered in blood, and his mask and the armor on his chest were stained with countless pieces of flesh. He looked like a demon from hell.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but only a pair of cold eyes, which were flashing with fierce light and staring at him. This fierce look was like that of the wolf-eating beast, which made Zuo Feng feel a little cold in his heart.

The two were silent for a while, and then they walked towards the center of the hall at the same time. Zuo Feng was not a talkative person, and the masked young man opposite him was more like a mute. The two did not need to communicate, and their actions could explain everything.

The two men stepped forward almost at the same time, even the rhythm of their steps was exactly the same. When they were less than ten feet away from each other, they stopped at the same time. The next moment, the two men almost stepped forward at the same time. The masked young man raised his right fist and swung it forward, while Zuo Feng raised his left arm with the "prison lock" and swung a punch.

"Bang"

After a muffled sound, the masked young man retreated half a step back and stabilized his body, but Zuo Feng retreated one step back and then retreated another half step to stabilize his body. The masked young man showed a trace of doubt in his eyes, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with the result.

Zuo Feng showed a solemn look after stabilizing his body. After a test of the opponent's strength just now, he also saw the opponent's strength. The peak of the third level of the Bone Refining Stage, unlike the strength of Fuji Fang, which was improved by drugs, this young man has truly reached the third level of the Bone Refining Stage, and his cultivation is extremely stable, and it is obvious that he has laid a good foundation in the Strengthening Body Stage.

‘It seems that Ding Hao’s reminder is not exaggerated at all, and from the fight just now, Ding Hao’s evaluation of this masked youth is still a bit conservative.’

Zuo Feng stared at his opponent with a serious look, while bending his knees and slowly sinking his body, raising his arms horizontally to take a fighting stance. Although the expression of the burly young man behind the mask could not be seen at this time, his eyes were obviously slightly narrowed. The opponent was able to take his full-strength attack and was only slightly at a disadvantage, which also made him feel that this was an opponent worthy of attention.

The masked young man seemed a little impatient and launched the attack first. His sturdy body moved very agilely. He only stepped hard on the ground and came close to Zuo Feng, raised his right leg high and swept towards Zuo Feng fiercely. Zuo Feng’s expression was extremely serious. The opponent’s kick was not fancy, but it contained great spiritual power.

He slowly raised his left arm to protect his left side, while his right hand firmly supported the prison lock on his left wrist. Zuo Feng had just taken a defensive stance when the masked young man’s fierce whip kick swept over. This time, there was no muffled sound, but a sharp metal collision sound. Zuo Feng's thin body flew out sideways, and his feet dragged three feet on the ground before he could barely stabilize his body.

The masked young man looked down at his right foot, and at this moment, the silver armor on the right foot revealed an obvious dent. He tilted his head to look at Zuo Feng's left wrist, as if observing the arm guard on Zuo Feng's wrist, and then the pair of eyes on the mask showed a teasing smile.

Then he also stepped heavily on the ground and rushed towards Zuo Feng again. This time the masked young man rushed directly in front of Zuo Feng, then raised his hands and opened his fists to the left and right.

This time Zuo Feng did not continue to block hard. The previous defense was just to see how big the gap between him and the opponent was in terms of physical strength and cultivation. Now he had an idea in his mind. Facing the fists that were swinging continuously from the left and right, Zuo Feng stepped up his steps and twisted his body to dissolve the opponent's fists.

The masked youth was obviously not a patient person. Seeing that the five or six consecutive punches had no effect at all, he hummed and obviously increased the speed of his punches. The masked youth had a strong body and a high level of cultivation, but his fighting skills were far inferior to those of Ding Hao before.

Zuo Feng soon seized the opportunity. When the opponent's punch was completely thrown, he grabbed the opponent's wrist with one hand, and the five fingers of the other hand were bent into claws to hold the opponent's elbow, and then he twisted it to the side.

This was exactly the "bone removal method" that Zuo Feng had recently researched. The masked youth let out a slight "huh" in surprise. But then his eyes lit up, and the captured arm was thrown back fiercely. This time, he not only broke free from Zuo Feng's captured arm, but also pulled Zuo Feng's body to the side and made him stagger.

Compared with the masked youth ignoring his "bone removal method", what surprised Zuo Feng even more was the slight "huh" he just made. When the other party gave a low shout before, Zuo Feng felt that the voice was familiar. When the next "Huh" sounded in his ears, Zuo Feng felt that the man's name seemed to have come to his lips.

"Have we met before?"

Zuo Feng could no longer suppress the doubts in his heart. What kind of face was under this cold mask? This question could be said to have existed since he was at the gate of Yancheng. The two had met many times before, but until now, they had fought for their lives and still could not figure it out.

Now Zuo Feng was sure that the person in front of him was definitely someone he was very familiar with. If the other party could take off the mask, even if he could see half of his face, he could immediately identify the other party's identity.

The masked man was slightly stunned, but he only hesitated for a moment, and then rushed towards Zuo Feng again, as if he didn't even have the patience to say a word.