Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

The masked youth showed no interest in Zuo Feng's question, but seemed to be more hostile to him. His speed was also a little faster than before. This time, the spiritual energy of the masked youth was flowing faster while he was running. The five fingers of one hand were stretched out, and the other hand was clenched into a fist.

Zuo Feng's face became extremely ugly. 'This tough masked youth refused to say a word to his question, and now he even used martial arts. '

He thought so depressedly, but he became more curious about the identity of this warrior. With the strength of this masked youth's body, if he didn't have some special physique, he must have taken a lot of high-level medicine powder to transform his body during the strengthening period.

But no matter how he did it, the strength of this masked youth far exceeded that of ordinary bone refining warriors. At the same time, this masked youth also had a lot of practical experience, which was acquired through countless life-and-death battles. It was hard to imagine how he could forget where he had seen such a warrior.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the masked youth had already rushed in front of him. The palm was like a knife and slashed towards Zuo Feng's neck fiercely. Zuo Feng crossed his arms and barely clamped the knife that was slashing down diagonally. The masked youth was not surprised at all. He clenched his other hand into a fist, stepped forward and twisted his body, and swung his fist out.

Zuo Feng's pupils shrank slightly. The power and spiritual energy contained in the fist were extremely terrifying. He almost compressed all the spiritual energy into the tip of his fist. With a slight grit of his teeth, Zuo Feng turned his hands and grasped the wrist that had previously blocked the palm knife, and then his body suddenly jumped back.

The masked youth had never thought that Zuo Feng would be so flexible. He was caught off guard and rushed forward several steps. At this time, one of the masked youth's arms was still being dragged by Zuo Feng. Zuo Feng raised his foot and kicked the opponent's elbow joint fiercely. If this kick was real, he dared to guarantee that even if the masked youth's body was tough, he would not be able to recover within a month.

Facing such a situation, the masked youth's eyes did not show any panic. Seeing that Zuo Feng's kick was aimed at his elbow joint, he did not pull back his hand, but stretched his arm forward again. Then Zuo Feng's fierce kick hit the opponent's upper arm. Although the opponent also groaned, it was far from his goal.

Just now, Zuo Feng was aiming at the opponent's elbow. If the opponent reacted, he would pull his hand back, so he would aim at the opponent's wrist joint. But the opponent was obviously not worse than Zuo Feng in actual combat. At this critical moment, he actually saw through Zuo Feng's intention and sent his captured arm back instead of pulling it back, which basically resolved Zuo Feng's tricky kick.

Although he felt a little regretful, he had to bite the bullet and continue to fight. The masked young man became more cautious this time. From the initial long fist and long leg, he changed to short fist and short leg, and he would save a little strength every time he punched.

This change of the masked young man quickly took effect, and Zuo Feng's "lianrou push hand" and "bone unloading method" were not useful at all. These two techniques were just developed by him. They were OK for dealing with ordinary or slightly stronger people, but it was difficult to gain an advantage against a warrior like the masked youth who had rich practical experience and extremely strong body.

The battle became more and more intense, but Zuo Feng gradually fell behind. Every time Zuo Feng was hit by the opponent, he would be forced to retreat a few steps, and the masked youth would take this opportunity to move forward a few steps. On the other hand, the masked youth would stand still without retreating a single step after being hit by Zuo Feng occasionally, and at most his upper body would shake slightly.

Soon Zuo Feng was forced into the corner of the hall by the masked youth. When Zuo Feng's back hit the wall, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley at the same time. No one knew better than himself how terrible it was to face this beast-like guy in front of him without being able to dodge.

As if to confirm Zuo Feng's guess, the masked youth suddenly stopped all his movements at this time. Although he did not launch an attack, his two wrists slowly twisted. This movement was more like his wrists were a little sore from the continuous attacks just now, and now they needed to move a little.

But Zuo Feng, who was close at hand, had a different feeling, because the masked young man was breathing more heavily at this time, and at the same time, his eyes, which had always been indifferent, also flashed with a little brilliance. He knew that the opponent would attack frantically, but he did not dare to take advantage of the short break to escape.

Because the opponent's momentum was constantly rising with the twisting of his wrist, Zuo Feng and the masked young man seemed to have some kind of connection at this moment, and this connection could only be clearly sensed by the two people in the field. If Zuo Feng moved his body slightly at this time, the opponent would be attracted by the breath and launch an overwhelming attack.

So Zuo Feng did not dare to move at all, and could only use this short gap to try to recover his spiritual energy and physical strength. He mobilized almost all the spiritual energy in his sea and sent it to his arms. The opponent's next martial arts was obviously the two twisting fists. He could only hope to resist it with the strength of his body, so that he might still have the possibility of turning the disadvantage around.

Time passed slowly, and at a certain moment, the masked young man suddenly let out a low roar. Although the roar was blocked by the mask, it still made Zuo Feng, who was not far away, feel a sharp pain in his ears. Then the opponent's fist came over. At first, Zuo Feng could barely deflect the opponent's fist force, but soon he had to take it hard.

"Bang... Bang... Bang Bang"

The speed of the punches was getting faster and faster, and the force was getting heavier. Later, the punches almost fell on Zuo Feng's forearms and body like a storm. Zuo Feng was still surprised at how the opponent could punch so intensively, but soon Zuo Feng could no longer think calmly.

Because he could no longer tell how many punches he had received at this moment. At first, he could still clearly know where each punch of the opponent hit, but now the pain in his body has become continuous. He felt the tightened arms and the unprotected sides of his body, and at the same time, he felt severe pain.

If someone was watching at this time, they would be surprised to find that the masked young man's arms almost disappeared at this time. Only a sturdy silver figure was seen shaking constantly, and the thin young man opposite was shaking like a sieve, and his body was still slowly rising up against the wall.

Zuo Feng actually flew up into the air with his feet off the ground under the intensive and continuous punches of the opponent. But Zuo Feng did not notice that the masked youth, who was using all his strength to perform terrifying martial arts, now had bloodshot eyes. At the same time, blood beads were oozing out of the acupoints of his body wrapped in silver armor. It was obvious that the price paid for using such a powerful martial art was not small.

Just when Zuo Feng felt that his body was about to be torn into countless pieces, the masked youth finally stopped attacking, and then Zuo Feng's thin body fell heavily to the ground.

"Puff... cough cough"

After stopping, the masked youth staggered back a few steps, and a slight sound came from the mask, and then he started to cough violently. When he slowly raised his head, he saw drops of blood sliding down from under the mask. Obviously, the previous sound was caused by his vomiting blood.

Looking at Zuo Feng, who was crawling on the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, the masked youth let out a long breath, and then walked towards Zuo Feng. At this time, the masked man's eyes no longer had the previous fierceness, but were replaced by weakness and confusion.

Suddenly, Zuo Feng, who was crawling on the ground, moved slightly, and then wanted to get up, but suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground again. Seeing Zuo Feng struggling to stand up, the masked young man's eyes were full of shock. He was relieved when he saw Zuo Feng spitting blood and falling to the ground again.

But just as he was about to approach Zuo Feng, a crisp "click" sound came from Zuo Feng's wrist. Then a black and shiny arm guard with an ancient shape fell off. This arm guard was not damaged under his full-strength kick, which also aroused the interest of the masked young man at the time.

But when the arm guard just fell off and fell to the ground, he vaguely felt that the ground seemed to have a slight vibration.

'Could it be caused by this arm guard? '

The masked young man thought in doubt in his heart, but soon he suppressed this ridiculous idea. But the strange shape of the arm guard and the card slot that he had never seen before still aroused his interest, and he wanted to pick up the arm guard after walking a few steps forward.

The shiny black arm guard was cold to the touch, and it didn't move at all even if he grabbed it with force. The masked young man widened his eyes in shock, but then he saw a white hand holding the end of the arm guard. The masked young man instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he laughed at his thoughts just now.

'How can there be such an exaggerated weight of arm guard in the world? Even if there is such an arm guard, which fool would wear such a heavy burden to fight with others? It's ridiculous. '

Just as the masked young man shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, Zuo Feng's body moved again, and this time he just shook a few times and sat up directly.

This scene made the masked young man completely stunned on the spot, let alone such a thin boy in the first level of the bone refining stage. Before in the county

magistrate's mansion, a warrior in the fourth level of the bone refining stage was beaten to death by his martial arts just now.

'This is impossible! ’

The masked youth had only this thought in his mind, and Zuo Feng, who had sat up, first glanced at the masked youth who was staring at him blankly, and then focused his attention on the "prison lock" in his hand that had been unlocked.

There was a piece of blood on the "prison lock", which was obviously left when he was injured and vomited blood just now. It seems that even though he was seriously injured just now, he still had some unexpected gains.

Zuo Feng smiled and put the "prison lock" aside, then stood up with a smile and said lightly.

"I have finished the feast just now, and now it's your turn to taste my cooking skills, because my "seal" has been unlocked!"