Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Zuo Feng's wrist was still a little sore, and the warrior surnamed Wang didn't have time to complete the operation of the technique. Under such difficult conditions, the two of them once again fought with all their strength.

Wang was still a bit confident in comparison. After all, even in the battle, he could recover some of his spiritual power, although the amount recovered was a little pitiful. But he was a warrior in the tendon-hardening stage after all. As long as he could recover the fifth level of spiritual power, he would be sure to get rid of Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng was not a fool. He also understood the opponent's plan. He also knew that Wang was recovering not only his spiritual power, but also his mental power, which might be just a little slower. Although the two fought fast in this round, the corpse puppet did not move. Obviously, Wang was preparing to recover a certain amount of mental power and spiritual power, and then both sides would work together to kill Zuo Feng with thunder.

Zuo Feng now seemed to be delaying aimlessly, but in fact he was buying time for Ni Feng. Under the current situation, he could only trust Ni Feng completely. If Ni Feng could not find the weakness of the corpse puppet before the warrior surnamed Wang and the corpse puppet launched attacks at the same time, then his hope of escaping this place alive would be very slim.

The long sword and the black short blade kept colliding. Zuo Feng now wanted Ni Feng to release some of his beast energy so that he could personally feel the power of this artifact in his hand. According to Si Qi's introduction, this short blade made by imitating the "Dark Moon" should be able to use the wind attribute aura to operate, just like the Ni Feng martial arts. Zuo Feng believed that the wind attribute beast energy released by Ni Feng himself could also help him stimulate the power of the short blade.

However, Ni Feng was paying full attention to the corpse puppet now, and he couldn't interrupt it. Now thinking about it, he secretly regretted not taking some time to study this short blade carefully in Luancheng. At this time, Zuo Feng could only play some of the advantages of this short blade, its elusive appearance, its almost silent attack, and its hardness far exceeding that of ordinary weapons.

All these made Zuo Feng's palms and arms feel numb every time the warrior surnamed Wang attacked with all his strength, but there was no damage to the short blade. Zuo Feng hoped that the opponent's long sword would not be able to defeat his short blade and would be shattered by his short blade in the end, but this long sword itself was also extremely tough. At the same time, after being infused with spiritual power by the warrior surnamed Wang, it was able to remain intact after several collisions.

At this time, Zuo Feng had no energy or mood to care about the opponent's weapon, but the abnormal hardness of the opponent's weapon made him realize that the method of damaging the opponent's weapon to gain an advantage would not work. Fortunately, Zuo Feng had taken off the prisoner's lock and was still in a stage of full-scale explosion of strength and spiritual power.

With a thought in his mind, Zuo Feng stepped on the ground in succession with his toes, and a strange sound wave was transmitted along with the sound of footsteps. Zuo Feng used the Phantom Sound Step. In an instant, the eyes of the warrior surnamed Wang showed absent-mindedness. How could Zuo Feng miss such an opportunity? He immediately rushed forward with all his strength.

Just as Zuo Feng rushed forward with the short blade with all his strength, Ni Feng's urgent voice sounded in his ears, "Be careful." Zuo Feng naturally trusted Zuo Feng very much. Although the warrior surnamed Wang in front of him looked a little absent-minded, he remembered that Xiao Wu was killed because of his carelessness before. The spiritual power that was originally concentrated on the palm holding the short blade was immediately recovered into the sea of ​​​​na to cope with various changes.

Just as Zuo Feng rushed in front of the warrior surnamed Wang, a vicious kick without any strong wind and spiritual power came from the diagonal bottom. This kick was extremely strange. If it had not been warned by Ni Feng, it might have taken this kick to hit Zuo Feng's sea of ​​​​na before Zuo Feng could detect it.

But the situation in front of him was different. Zuo Feng was already on guard. When he found that the opponent's leg kicked from below, he also secretly mobilized his spiritual power and slowly sent it into the other palm that did not hold the knife. Zuo Feng's aura, which carried the power of thunder, was running at an unimaginable speed. The first and second auras were concentrated in his palm.

At this time, Zuo Feng was still rushing forward. If he attacked the opponent with all his strength, even if he noticed it, he would suffer a great loss because he was not able to react in time. A smile gradually appeared on the face of the warrior surnamed Wang, and his eyes instantly regained clarity. It was obvious that the previous absent-mindedness was completely pretended.

"Bang"

"Crack"

A cruel and ruthless kick came, and the smile on the face of the warrior surnamed Wang had not yet faded, but turned into shock and disbelief, but then these expressions disappeared completely, leaving only pain.

Witnessing Xiao Wu's carelessness and losing his life, Zuo Feng was naturally very careful when he heard the warning, but he first paid attention to the movements of the corpse puppet, because Zuo Feng always believed that the corpse puppet was the killer of the warrior surnamed Wang. But he did not expect that the other party would control the aura so well, and he could hardly feel the flow of aura at the moment of kicking.

Zuo Feng was naturally on guard, and naturally would not miss the opponent's sneak kick. Because most of the spiritual power had been withdrawn, the collision of the two swords and short blades seemed a bit perfunctory.

"Little bastard, you..."

Wang the warrior staggered back violently, in order to prevent Zuo Feng from finding out that his kick did not contain much spiritual power. Under Zuo Feng's full-strength palm, the leg also broke. Just when he wanted to shout out all the vicious curses in his heart, he found that the palm that Zuo Feng hit on his leg actually carried a trace of hidden power, and the rest of the words could no longer be said.

Feeling the dark energy in Zuo Feng's palm flowing along the meridians to his lower abdomen, the warrior surnamed Wang did not hesitate to strike his already injured leg with his palm.

"Bang"

A muffled sound was heard, and the warrior surnamed Wang could not help but snort with a grin, and Zuo Feng's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this. Although the Cloud Wave Palm was successfully launched, because this martial art was used in a hurry, the dark energy was easily detected by the opponent. However, Zuo Feng did not expect the warrior surnamed Wang to be so decisive that he would not hesitate to use his spiritual power to fight against this dark energy, and he could not help but sigh.

Originally, this Cloud Wave Palm would have crippled the warrior surnamed Wang's legs, but the opponent used this self-mutilation method, but only let him lose one leg. However, even if the warrior surnamed Wang did this, the injury to his leg was really serious, because Zuo Feng's dark energy almost exploded with the opponent's spiritual power in the meridians in his leg.

The injury to the bones doesn't seem to be a big deal now, but the damage to the meridians may be difficult for the warrior surnamed Wang to heal for the rest of his life. The warrior surnamed Wang also guessed that this would be the result when he made his move, but he still decisively made his move to interrupt Zuo Feng's dark power. If he used his spiritual power to follow the meridians to stop it, although he could only cause some minor injuries to the meridians of his legs, he would be unable to move at this time, and it would be difficult to save his life.

The warrior surnamed Wang dragged his injured leg and staggered backwards, but still maintained this fighting posture, staring at Zuo Feng with resentment, not giving Zuo Feng any chance to take advantage of. Zuo Feng was helpless, but at least it was still in his favor. The dagger quickly turned around his little finger, and immediately changed from a straight grip to a backhand grip. He rushed out with a light tap of his toes on the ground.

The pupils of the warrior surnamed Wang shrank slightly, and he finally showed a solemn look after fighting with Zuo Feng. Originally, he did not take Zuo Feng seriously, even though Zuo Feng had shown various means before. But at this time, he was not as relaxed as before, because this young man could increase his spiritual power and strength without using any martial arts. After using such a powerful palm just now, he could launch an attack immediately without any recovery time.

The warrior surnamed Wang gritted his teeth and dragged his injured leg to resist Zuo Feng's attack. He was now at a disadvantage. If he continued to give in, he would probably lose even the last glimmer of hope. Zuo Feng's short blade turned freely in his palm, like a section of his arm extending out. Zuo Feng felt that he was connected to the short blade in his hand by flesh and blood, and it was more handy to use than before.

In the past, Zuo Feng's battles mostly relied on close combat, and the short blade was just an auxiliary for him. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Zuo Feng had established his own martial arts. There was a time when he was very dependent on the short blade in his hand, so he would rely entirely on the short blade to fight the enemy during the battle.

Later, he also found that he had entered a misunderstanding. If he had not had various adventures during that time, his cultivation would probably have stagnated. But in this battle, Zuo Feng had a new understanding, that is, to regard the short blade as a part of the body, and his martial arts is based on the body, and all weapons are auxiliary to himself.

With this understanding, Zuo Feng seemed to have a great enlightenment. When he was fighting against the enemy some time ago, every time he used the short blade and the prison lock, Zuo Feng was afraid that he would fall into the misunderstanding of martial arts, so he would be a little timid when he attacked with the dagger in his hand. But now that he understood the reason, Zuo Feng immediately felt that the current battle was so exciting.

At this time, Zuo Feng's state of mind began to gradually become stable, and he subconsciously entered his so-called ice state of mind. The black short blade in his palm gradually became ethereal and unpredictable, and the moves were like being at hand without any trace. The most obvious feeling was the warrior named Wang on the opposite side. He felt that it was getting harder and harder to parry at this time, and what shocked him most was that the boy on the opposite side seemed to have a new understanding in the battle with him, which surprised this veteran warrior in the tempering period.

"Ding, ding, dang"

The sound of collisions continued. The warrior surnamed Wang felt that the opponent's spiritual power was inexhaustible. He didn't even have time to recover now, so the spiritual power of the boy on the opposite side should have been almost used up. He didn't know that there was still a drop of spiritual recovery liquid in Zuo Feng's body at this time, and the speed of replenishing spiritual power was even more amazing.

Zuo Feng would force the opponent to fight him hard every time. The opponent also saw that Zuo Feng's short blade was very special. If he didn't use spiritual power to infuse the long sword, I'm afraid the long sword would have collapsed at this time. The quality of the weapon gradually revealed itself as the battle progressed, and fine jagged gaps had appeared on the long sword.

The warrior surnamed Wang had been suppressed by himself and was struggling to support, but a ferocious smile gradually appeared on his face. This subtle expression was noticed by Zuo Feng without a trace, and his heart sank slightly.