Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

The spear was raised high above the bald head. It took almost a breath of time from raising both arms to fully raising them. It was extremely slow.

In the process of the bald man raising the spear, he took about four or five steps. The steps were not big, but very steady. Not only did Zuo Feng not make any moves, but even the surrounding red group warriors slowly stepped back a little, leaving a certain amount of space for Zuo Yao and the other two in the battle circle.

Zuo Feng stared at the other party closely, especially carefully checking the spiritual power fluctuations outside his body, but he did not gain anything.

The only thing he could guess about the bald man's strange behavior was that he was accumulating spiritual power to use a powerful martial arts. Zuo Feng had almost figured out the fighting style of this vulture bald man. The opponent was definitely a power-type all-attack warrior, that is, he was good at attacking, but he was slightly weaker in defense.

The martial arts practiced by such a warrior must also be extremely fierce skills, and the other red group warriors around him retreated, probably to avoid being affected. Although he guessed the opponent's next move, all Zuo Feng could do was to circulate his spiritual energy to resist the bald man's attack first.

"Don't intervene, this guy might use his most powerful move, I'm afraid it will affect you."

Zuo Feng tilted his head slightly and whispered to Yao Qiu beside him. Originally, Yao Qiu didn't understand what the other party was doing, but after hearing Zuo Feng's reminder, she immediately reacted and slowly retreated a few steps.

Because the two were surrounded, even if he wanted to stay away from Zuo Feng, he couldn't do it. At most, he could only keep a little distance from Zuo Feng.

Although Zuo Feng didn't say it, he still felt a little strange in his heart, because the bald man's behavior was a little weird from the beginning, but he couldn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations. Logically speaking, the bald man should not be able to completely control the spiritual power inside his body, which does not conform to the characteristics of the accumulated power attack.

The martial arts that Zuo Feng encountered can generally be divided into three categories. One is strong, such as Zuo Feng's Cloud Wave Palm, one is sharp, such as when Marshal Su Lan used the spiritual energy to transform into a blade to chop the monster, and the other is sharp, such as when Yao Qiu used the strange long needle to stab the opponent just now.

Considering the characteristics of the bald man, and the fact that he mainly uses sticks as weapons, the martial arts he practices must be "strong". This kind of martial arts usually requires a huge amount of spiritual power consumption, and it is inevitable that it will overflow during the accumulation process, so it is very strange that there is no fluctuation.

Although Zuo Feng's Cloud Wave Palm is also a "strong" category, because it gathers spiritual energy from multiple meridians to the palm, and finally bursts out several fierce attacks at the same point, it can make the spiritual energy completely restrained.

In addition, although Zuo Feng's Cloud Wave Palm is "strong", because there are both bright and dark forces in the several attacks, and they burst out at the same point, it adds "sharp" on the basis of "strong". It is for this reason that Zuo Feng's Cloud Wave Palm can have such an impressive performance.

However, Zuo Feng has not yet fully mastered the Cloud Wave Palm. It will play a good role when fighting against ordinary people, but it will expose its shortcomings when facing a group attack. Therefore, Zuo Feng rarely uses this powerful martial art in recent battles.

The bald man has approached Zuo Feng at this time, and the distance between them is less than two feet. Such a distance is enough for a warrior to launch an attack instantly, but the bald man's movements are still very slow. Zuo Feng suddenly found that he was a little unsure in his heart, and he actually felt like he was being led by the nose.

This feeling is very bad, especially in a battle circle surrounded by enemies. If you don't predict, you will lose the initiative. Zuo Feng was very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. Most of the battles that Zuo Feng had experienced before were fast and fast, which is also the most normal battle, and it is also the fighting method that Zuo Feng is best at.

His speed and physical explosiveness, plus his beast-like spiritual perception, are what he relies on most. But now the situation suddenly became that speed was not needed, and the enemies around him were staring at him one by one, and he did not dare to launch the attack first. Once his offensive was disintegrated, the enemy would have a chance to take advantage of the situation.

But now he did not move, but fell completely into the rhythm of the bald man, and it was completely a situation of standing here and getting beaten.

The bald man raised his spear high, suddenly stepped forward, and the spear in his hand fell down slowly. Zuo Feng's eyes widened slightly, and he dared not hesitate to raise the serrated battle blade to block. The weapons of both sides collided with each other, but the sound was surprisingly small.

Zuo Feng opened his eyes in disbelief, because the opponent's spear actually carried only a little power, and there was no spiritual energy at all. This caught Zuo Feng off guard. He had been preparing for the attack for half a day, but in the end it was completely a show. How could he not be surprised.

What is more intriguing is that the bald man immediately withdrew after the attack, but there was a trace of joy of victory on his face.

Zuo Feng's heart trembled slightly. The more he couldn't see through the other party's purpose, the more uneasy he felt. Especially now, he didn't even know what moves the other party had used, and his attacks clearly had no effect, but the other party's confidence came from nowhere.

He carefully checked his body, but there was no hidden dark power in his body. Even when they just fought, Zuo Feng paid special attention to it. There was no Yin and soft spiritual power infiltrating. It seemed that the opponent's move should not be a martial art like Yunlang Palm, where the dark power exploded in the opponent's body.

Just when Zuo Feng was surprised, his throat was slightly itchy. This slight itching feeling came very abruptly, and at first Zuo Feng just swallowed a mouthful of saliva and it was relieved a lot.

But the next moment, the throat was numb and itchy very badly, and Zuo Feng couldn't help but coughed lightly. With this cough, Zuo Feng felt a sour taste splashing out of his mouth. At this moment, Zuo Feng felt like he fell into an ice cave, because he finally understood what the opponent's means were.

In his heart, he secretly cursed himself for being too careless. He actually forgot that the opponent's most vicious means was to use poison. When they were in the city before, they used poison to deal with the Yao family, which was how they strangled most of the Yao family. Later, when chasing Zuo Feng, the opponent used poison again, putting himself in a deadly situation.

If it weren't for the appearance of the old man surnamed Ni, he might have died in the hands of the other party. These few times of loss were all due to poisoning, but Zuo Feng actually overlooked this point in a blink of an eye, and did not expect that the other party had just used poison.

These red group people are very good at using poison. Not only are they colorful and tasteless and difficult to detect, but the means of poisoning are also varied and hard to guard against.

The first time he was poisoned, the other party released poison mist in the direction of his escape along the wind, and he was poisoned without even feeling it.

Now the other party's use of poison is even more weird, and it is on the weapon. Now recalling the series of actions of the bald man just now, it is obviously to control the poison and not waste it. When he collided with the opponent's weapon, the colorless and tasteless poison had been spilt, but he didn't notice it until he was poisoned.

Although Zuo Feng didn't know what kind of poison it was, he knew that the poison should be very fine, even so fine that it could not be detected. And the bald man could only release it in this way. If he threw it randomly, he wouldn't even know where he would use the poison.

The bald man looked at him with a smile on his face. Although Zuo Feng was extremely annoyed, he could do nothing about it. According to his feeling, although he was not in serious trouble now, the other party's poison was obviously not that simple.

While thinking about it, Zuo Feng felt that the numbness and itching in his throat was more unbearable than before, and he subconsciously wanted to cough. When a breath was about to be discharged from his chest, Zuo Feng held back the breath.

According to Zuo Feng's feeling, this poison seemed to cause numbness and itching. As long as he coughed or swallowed saliva, the numbness and itching would continue to escalate. It seemed that there was no other effect, and it would not cause other effects on his body. This was good news.

Yao Qiu, who was standing behind and observing this side, saw that the two of them separated after a light touch, and nothing happened. She was very confused and prepared to come forward to check. But as soon as he moved, he saw Zuo Feng stretched out his hand and made a gesture to stop him.

"Don't come over, it's poisonous."

Zuo Feng's voice was like that of an old man over sixty years old, hoarse with gurgling noises, as if his throat was about to be blocked by phlegm.

Although the voice was unclear, Yao Qiu could still barely hear it clearly. Looking at Zuo Feng's appearance, it seemed that he was really poisoned, but he still didn't know how he was poisoned.

While Yao Qiu was surprised, he felt a slight itch in his throat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a "gulp". This sound made Zuo Feng frown even tighter.

"You are also poisoned, don't swallow your saliva, don't cough, this is the only way I know to control it."

Zuo Feng's voice sounded again, and Yao Qiu felt a tingling sensation in her throat just after she swallowed her saliva. At this time, Zuo Feng's voice also sounded at the right time, and she knew what Zuo Feng was feeling now.

The bald man sneered and stared at the two people, as if waiting for something. The other members of the Red Group did not rush to take action, and everyone looked at the two people with a teasing smile.

After a while, the bald man's smile continued to expand, and he finally said with a smile: "You have found a way to suppress the attack, but I want to see how long you can endure it. Brothers, you can start now, let's help them make the poison run faster."

A group of red group warriors laughed and agreed, and then they rushed over with their weapons.