Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

The flute sound was like a death warrant for Zuo Feng. It sounded continuously in several directions in front of him. The moment Zuo Feng heard the sound, he determined the enemy's position and understood the enemy's determination to catch him at all costs.

In the chaotic land, he had fought with the disciples of Guilingmen several times. In the process, Zuo Feng gradually understood the meaning of their flute sound. The rhythm of the flute sound now was very fast. It should be to notify everyone to gather here as soon as possible. Their goal was obvious, that was Zuo Feng who was running desperately now.

Zuo Feng suddenly urged his horse to gallop again, hoping to break through the blockade in front before the enemy completed the encirclement of him. But just as Zuo Feng was speeding forward, the dense communication sound in front sounded again. This flute sound was not very loud, just communicating with nearby companions.

But even this small sound, Zuo Feng heard clearly that the opponent had completely completed the encirclement, and it was impossible for him to ride his horse calmly.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Zuo Feng stretched out his hand and slapped the horse's butt, hitting the place where he had pierced with his fingers before. The old wound was hit and the horse neighed and rushed forward again. Zuo Feng whispered "I'm sorry, brother Ma" and quickly jumped off the horse.

Zuo Feng turned over and jumped into the small courtyard beside him without stopping. Just now, he let the horse under him escape in pain, which could also temporarily confuse the enemy. Although the enemy would soon find that it was just an empty horse without a rider, it could at least give Zuo Feng a moment of respite.

Zuo Feng knew that if he continued to ride the horse to break out, he and the horse would be surrounded and killed. Although he was more likely to be captured alive, it would be more painful than being killed directly. Zuo Feng and Guilingmen had an unsolvable knot. After he cut off Gui Xiang's hand and took Guilingmen's gatekeeper corpse puppet, there was no room for change in the hatred between them.

Zuo Feng knew all this, so when Kui Rong appeared, he made up his mind to leave Xinjun City as soon as possible, and the mysterious "big boss" also gave a death order to get rid of the few people.

Zuo Feng knew that the current situation was very critical, but his state of mind was as calm as still water, as if he was immersed in cold water. He noticed every movement around him, and the sound of the flute in the distance was not lost at all. He knew that the enemy's big net had been set up and was constantly narrowing the encirclement.

Zuo Feng judged all this just by feeling and hearing the flute, but he did not move at all, and did not show any anxiety. The spiritual energy in his body was surging and running endlessly, and several injured acupoints were almost opened at this time.

Suddenly, a horse neighing sounded in the distance. Zuo Feng opened his eyes suddenly when he heard the sound, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. Zuo Feng knew that the horse he had just ridden was killed. Although he was not there, the people from the Guiling Sect did not let it go.

Zuo Feng sighed softly. He knew that he was also responsible for the death of the horse. However, Zuo Feng would definitely ask for revenge from those evil people who did not even let go of the innocent horse.

His face was cold and silent, like an old monk who was in a state of meditation without joy or sorrow. But suddenly he stretched out his thumb, slowly raised his arm, and the thumb stood up in front of his eyes, slowly raised to a position where his eyes could look at it.

The next moment, the finger moved and gently pressed down on the shoulder. This action seemed very slow, and the force between the fingers seemed very light. However, when the second finger was pressed under the armpit, it seemed much faster, and then the thumb quickly tapped on Zuo Feng's shoulder and arm.

As the movement continued to speed up, Zuo Feng's index finger, middle finger, and ring finger gradually joined in, until the little finger also joined in, and Zuo Feng's palms and fingers also danced quickly and rhythmically like performing a dance.

This was the first time Zuo Feng used the acupoint pressing method, or more precisely, the first time he used the acupoint pressing method he learned from Amber. Zuo Feng just wanted to try this acupoint pressing method at first, hoping to help himself recover from some injuries as soon as possible, so that he could have a certain degree of self-protection.

However, when Zuo Feng continued to add fingers to the acupoint pressing method, and he gradually found out the strength of the acupoint pressing and how to use the acupoint pressing in accordance with the rhythm of the meridian fluctuations, he finally got a glimpse of the acupoint pressing method for the first time.

He could barely even get started with acupoint pressing, but after a series of movements, Zuo Feng's injured palm and arm began to recover gradually. Although there was still a slight pain in the muscles and tendons, there was no major problem with the meridians.

This was undoubtedly a huge surprise for Zuo Feng. Not only did he understand some tips on acupressure, but he was also able to quickly heal and recover his body. Muscle and bone injuries were no longer a big problem for Zuo Feng, because his transformed body was probably difficult for ordinary beasts to compare with.

Zuo Feng slowly stood up, then jumped onto the top of the wall without hesitation, stepped hard on the top of the wall, and rushed quickly to the place where the horse was killed.

Zuo Feng's pair of black pupils looked a bit similar to the beast pattern at this time, as if they could blend into the dark night sky. There was no madness on Zuo Feng's face, no resolute expression, only indifference and coldness.

As early as when Zuo Feng was pressing acupuncture points to recover, he had already planned a breakout route. Enemies were surrounding him from the front and from the left and right. Behind him, there were Puppet Rong and others who were following him relentlessly. Zuo Feng could only continue to move forward. There is no other choice.

Zuo Feng just said that he wanted to avenge the horses. It was not a momentary angry statement, but a breakout strategy that he had thought up in an instant. Now that the enemy has launched an encirclement, the original strength should be evenly distributed, but that should be before Zuo Feng's horse rushed over.

When those people discovered that the horses came out from here and Zuo Feng was not on top, they would know that this was Zuo Feng's strategy to lure away the enemy. The enemy in this direction will think that Zuofeng will definitely choose another direction to break out. Even if he does not move all his men, the remaining people will definitely be careless.

Zuo Feng understood this clearly, so he calmly chose to break out in this direction. Zuo Feng walked quickly and whispered: "How many enemies are there in front and where are they? Without your help, it would be difficult for me to break out."

Without a word of nonsense, Nifeng immediately transmitted the message to Zuo Feng's ears and said: "Three warriors in the late stage of bone refining, one in the early stage of tendon quenching, and one in the middle stage of tendon quenching are coming in this direction. The speed and the surrounding enemies are very high." They remain consistent. There is another team less than five feet away from them, and their strength is about the same as this team."

When Zuo Feng heard what Ni Feng said, he felt a little more relieved. If another warrior like Xiang Puppet, who is in the late stage of muscle tempering and close to the Qi sensing stage, suddenly appears in front of him, then he may really need to choose to turn around and break out. At least the puppet was still injured, and the number of people over there was relatively smaller.

Zuo Feng, who already knew the enemy, was approaching at a faster and slower speed, and the distance between the two sides was quickly closing. Until Nifeng whispered: "On the cross street in front, three people are underground, two people are on the roof and wall, and they are approaching here quickly. There are people in this city who can telepathically detect, so I can only find opportunities to give it to you occasionally Sound transmission.”

After obtaining Nifeng's body shape, although Zuo Feng was secretly shocked, he quickly turned around and hid in the doorway of a mansion. His thin figure would not be noticed even if he was hidden in the shadow of the doorway. The sound of breaking wind was approaching quickly, and he no longer needed to be reminded by the headwind. He could judge the location of the enemy from the sound of several people's clothes breaking in the wind.

Three rays of cold light shot out from the doorway like meteors. The three warriors in the late stage of bone refining did not react at all, and were stabbed in the vital points by flying knives. The moment the flying knife was thrown, Zuo Feng flew onto the wall next to the door. His hand seemed to tremble slightly, and another cold light flew towards the warrior in the early stage of tempering.

At the same time, Zuo Feng rushed towards the warrior in the middle stage of tendon tempering. Although he was a warrior in the middle stage of tendon tempering, his strength was only at the fourth level of the tendon tempering stage. When warriors of this strength were in Yancheng, the worst one would be the person in charge of the mansion, the person in charge who he once looked up to.

Even Zuo Feng was surprised by what he was thinking right now, 'A warrior in the middle stage of tempering is still only at level four'. This may sound a bit arrogant, but in fact, after the fight, it can be seen that Zuo Feng is not really arrogant.

The warrior at the fourth level of tempering stage kicked with all his strength and collided with Zuo Feng's punch with all his strength, and they were even able to fight. But that's just what the opponent thinks. Zuo Feng knows very well in his heart that he is actually much stronger than the opponent. At least in the current situation, his power has not fully exploded.

The fourth-level warrior in the tempering stage collided with Zuo Feng and was thrown backwards. Only then did he have the chance to pull out the long sword at his waist. He saw Zuo Feng charging at him again with his bare hands, and was secretly happy in his heart. At the same time, he swung his sword towards Zuo Feng.

There was no change in the expression on Zuo Feng's face, as if he was about to touch the opponent's sword with his palm. In fact, just before he hit the sword, a black shadow suddenly appeared in his palm.

The sound of gold and iron colliding was heard, and Zuo Feng and his opponent passed directly by each other. However, Zuo Feng flew to the side without stopping after landing, and picked up the flying knife he threw. The fourth-level warrior in the tendon-tempering stage had a stunned expression after landing. A moment later, a blood mark appeared on his neck, and then a large amount of blood spurted out like a free money.

Until the moment of his death, he was still looking at the long sword in his hand that was broken into two parts in disbelief. This was his family heirloom sword.