Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Zuo Feng stepped out with his foot, aiming at Amber's softest buttocks. Others were very puzzled by Zuo Feng's actions.

But Amber's reaction afterwards made everyone even more confused. When Zuo Feng kicked her, Amber not only did not resist but turned slightly and sent her buttocks to Zuo Feng to step on.

With one step, Amber flew to the side, and Zuo Feng also flew to the side with the force of the step. And when the two separated, Amber turned around and stabbed backwards with two spears. Zuo Feng, who also flew out, also unfolded the Yufeng Panlong Stick in his hand and smashed it backwards.

Just when the two spears and the Panlong Stick hit the original position, the sound of metal collision also sounded at the same time. Then the figure of the sixth-level Nether Beast gradually emerged there, and there was a hint of surprise in its blood-red eyes.

It was not until this time that the people around understood that Zuo Feng's seemingly random kick just now actually helped the two escape from danger. If this method was not used, the attack of the sixth-level Nether Beast would have seriously injured or killed Amber.

"Be careful..."

Just as Zuo Feng's warning was shouted, Old Feng had already moved. However, while moving quickly to take a defensive posture, Old Feng was still wondering why the other party was looking in another direction.

The next moment, he understood, because a Feng family mid-stage Naqi warrior suddenly tore his entire body from the chest, and blood was splattered, and the figure of the Nether Beast also appeared in the blood rain.

Although the Nether Beast was extremely fast, Zuo Feng was still able to capture the opponent's trajectory with his telekinesis and determine his attack target.

However, locking the target's position is one thing, and whether it can be notified in time is another. Even if it is notified, it is not an easy task to avoid the attack.

Seeing a middle-aged warrior in the middle stage of Naqi die, the other people were sad and angry, but they still reluctantly turned around and fled. However, as soon as one of them turned around, a blood hole suddenly appeared in his chest, and then his body flew backwards towards the Nether Beast.

Everyone else could see clearly that the warrior's body was being pierced by the Nether Beast's tail, and after being withdrawn, he was torn apart by a simple blow.

"This guy is too strong. We have obviously encountered a sixth-level Nether Beast before, but it was not so strong!"

Amber sighed as she flew to Zuo Feng and couldn't help saying that among the four people who were facing the Nether Beast directly, only the two of them had not been seriously injured.

Elder Wu was flying in the air and rushing towards this side, but judging from his face, the previous blow had already caused him to suffer a hidden injury, and he could not exert his full strength in a short period of time.

Although Elder Feng was not injured just now, he obviously could not exert his full strength because he had one arm cut off. In the end, there were only two warriors at the peak of the Sensing Qi Stage, Zuo Feng and Amber, who were left here to support the scene.

"This Nether Beast is definitely not simple, or rather, there are too many Nether Beasts that we encountered in Kuocheng this time that are not simple. So the Nether Beasts that we encountered in the Xiankong Land were all ordinary Nether Beasts, but the ones in front of us all seem to be gifted. This is really bad."

It does not simply mean that encountering these Nether Beasts is bad, but also means that the current situation is bad. While saying this, Zuo Feng was also thinking quickly, considering how to deal with the powerful sixth-level Nether Beast in front of him.

Although the opponent was slightly injured in the previous battle, that injury not only did not have much impact on him, but made him fierce, and now he is taking a crazy and active attack.

And the loss that the opponent just suffered was somewhat lucky. I believe that even if everyone is in the best condition, they will never be able to achieve the same results again.

Facing such a situation, Zuo Feng was naturally very anxious. If he said that he was helpless now, that would not be necessarily the case. Now Zuo Feng can at least think of two ways to get rid of the Nether Beast in front of him, but neither of these two methods is what he wants to use.

The first way is to awaken Lietian who is lurking in the beast soul, and then threaten him with his own life to force him to help solve the problem.

But everyone has an agreement with each other, and Zuo Feng has broken the agreement and awakened him once when he was trapped in the formation in the old city. Judging from Lietian's situation at that time, forcibly awakening him would cause great harm to him.

Although there were some grievances and entanglements at the beginning, now they have an agreement with each other, and the other party has saved his life at a critical moment. Now Zuo Feng can't break Lietian's sleep and awaken him forcibly.

Another way is to use the power of heavenly fire. At the beginning, Lietian peeled off a small ball of heavenly fire hidden in his body according to his own requirements and placed it between his eyebrows.

But now Zuo Feng already knows that if he uses heavenly fire, it will cause great damage to his mind power. If it is just a little bit, it is barely acceptable. If you want to call up a large ball, it may cause irreparable damage to your mind sea.

Although two methods emerged in his mind, Zuo Feng rejected them almost without hesitation. Then he sadly discovered that although he had killed the ninth-level Nether Beast Qishe before, he was now helpless against the sixth-level Nether Beast in front of him.

He also knew that the ability to kill and refine the strange tongue was not only due to the power of the formation, but also because of the participation of Lie Tian and the mysterious soul at that time. If any of these conditions were missing, it would be impossible to destroy the strange tongue.

At this time, Elder Wu also flew over, and Elder Feng also came at this moment. Although the four people gathered here, their faces were dead silent. Because the last Feng family warrior in the middle stage of Naqi had been directly killed by the Nether Beast, and the means were extremely brutal, completely tearing it apart with brute force.

Every time it was torn apart, the sixth-level Nether Beast would directly shed blood on its body. Others may not understand, but Zuo Feng knew that this was a way of fighting for the Nether Beast, especially the Nether Beasts of the fifth and sixth levels liked to use it.

They deliberately did not swallow with their mouths, but sprinkled the essence of blood and flesh on their bodies, so that when fighting, they could operate the beast energy while constantly absorbing the power of blood and flesh through the skin, so that the body could be constantly replenished and strengthened.

In addition, there is another function, that is, when the Nether Beast is injured, this method can allow them to recover from the injuries outside the body during the battle.

This method is like a warrior applying medicine to the wound, and the current sixth-level Nether Beast uses blood as medicine.

"Next, it will attack without reservation, and even if we are all in peak condition, we are not its opponents."

Zuo Feng watched the Nether Beast sprinkle the flesh and blood of the third warrior on its body. A faint black breath lingered, and the injuries outside the body also showed a clear trend of recovery. He couldn't help but said in a serious tone.

"This beast, I will fight it. You will run away with all your strength in a while, and I will resist the opponent. I only want to get rid of one thing from you, to take the young master to a safe place, and when the matter in Kuocheng is over, I must send the young master back to the family safely."

At this moment, the old man Feng suddenly spoke, his tone full of sadness and determination, and it can be seen that he has now made up his mind to die.

Everyone's heart moved, and they all knew what Elder Feng was planning. For the sake of the family and Young Master Feng Jun, the old man decided to use explosive disintegration.

"Old Feng, you can't do that. The family can't live without you, or..."

Elder Wu's subsequent "I'll do it" was interrupted by Elder Feng before he could finish it. He said sternly: "The family needs you. The future development of the family cannot be separated from you, and it cannot be separated from Young Master Feng Jun. I'm old, and this is all I can do in this life. Now I have lost an arm. If I can fight with my old bones and delay for a while, my death will be worthwhile."

Elder Wu wanted to say something, but Elder Feng had already snorted coldly, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Stop talking nonsense, get ready to leave!"

As he spoke, the breath outside Elder Feng's body began to fluctuate violently. The breath that was not moving began to condense and flow to several acupoints in the midst of the agitation.

These important acupoints are often used at ordinary times, but now after Elder Feng's spiritual energy is infused, it will begin to flow back between the meridians. Once it enters the retrograde state, it will be impossible to stop it or interrupt it. He will die in the painful torment of violent disintegration until all the spiritual energy is consumed.

The spiritual energy is infused into the acupoints, and the acupoints are instantly saturated, and the spiritual energy flows into the meridians. Suddenly, a hand stretched out and patted the old man's shoulder, and at the same time whispered: "Old Feng, don't!"

Frowning, Old Feng couldn't figure out why his life was so valuable. Elder Wu didn't want him to die because the family didn't want him to die, but Zuo Feng had no reason to stop him.

Just as he was puzzled, Zuo Feng's face, which was still a little hesitant, had a faint smile flashing across it, and continued: "Old Feng, I don't think you have to sacrifice yourself. Let's fight this guy together."

"Together, you saw it just now. Even nephew Wu was not his opponent before he was injured. Now we don't have any chance of winning." Old Feng said with an ugly face.

Zuo Feng slowly looked to the side and back, and just as Zuo Feng turned his head to look, the sixth-level Nether Beast seemed to have noticed something and looked in the same direction.

"If he is included, we should still have the strength to fight."

As Zuo Feng finished speaking, a figure rushed over. Judging from the speed, the other party's cultivation was far superior to everyone present. He was a strong man in the late stage of cultivating qi.

The man was dressed as a scholar, about 30 years old, and his long clothes fluttered, giving people the impression of a gentleman.

"Here I come!" Zuo Feng said with a smile.

"Here I come." The middle-aged man smiled and clasped his fists and bowed, then slowly answered.