Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Zuo Feng's eyes were attracted by the booklet in the iron box. The line of small words lingered in front of Zuo Feng like a spell, "When you use your strength, it is continuous, the breath is continuous in a square inch, use the force to exert force, and the intention is to exert force..."

This martial art is not a single fist, palm, knife, or sword martial art. Instead, it is a trick of using strength to exert force. This martial art can generally defeat the opponent more quickly and effectively when dealing with someone with a lower cultivation level than yourself.

But since the opponent's cultivation level is not as good as yours, his spiritual energy and physical strength are naturally inferior to yours. In this case, this martial art is extremely useless. So Zuo Feng didn't take it too seriously when he saw it for the first time, but after seeing the content, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Then Zuo Feng picked up the booklet again, flipped through it roughly, and then put it in his arms with a look of joy. Then he continued to walk into the passage. After all, he had fought two battles on the second floor just now, and it took a long time.

Shortly after Zuo Feng entered the passage, the spiral tower also trembled slightly and continued to rotate. There were more than a dozen small doors on the second floor, and some losers walked out of them. There were also stone steps extending from the wall on the second floor of the stone tower. Some of the losers who were seriously injured climbed down the steps, and those who were not seriously injured jumped directly from the second floor.

The group of leaders waiting below, some smiled and some sighed and shook their heads. The fancy man who came with Zuo Feng was also among the losers. Uncle Tian saw that he was the only one who was eliminated, smiled and nodded, and subconsciously looked towards the third floor of the stone tower.

The old man in green clothes ignored the losers and paid attention to the changes in the stone tower. When he saw that the stone tower stopped after a normal rotation, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned the hourglass with an empty upper part upside down again, and then slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, Wang Zongguan looked anxious, but after carefully looking at the person who came out, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

At this time, Zuo Feng also came to the hall on the third floor, where a tall and thin young man was standing casually in the middle of the hall. The young man's face was sallow and his skinny body made him look like a sick ghost who had not recovered from a long illness.

When he saw the yellow-faced man, Zuo Feng's face became solemn, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, 'The trial has reached the third level, and the remaining ones are all extremely powerful. I'm afraid that the battles in the future will become more and more difficult. '

When Zuo Feng was carefully looking at the yellow-faced young man, the young man was also looking at Zuo Feng. Then the yellow-faced man said with a sneer: "I didn't expect a kid like you to come to the third floor. It seems that the strength of the people participating in the trial this year is not very good. You have two choices, die... or return the same way."

Seeing that the yellow-faced man was so disdainful of him, Zuo Feng was not angry at all. His age may have become a kind of protection color invisibly. The more the other party looks down on him, the easier it will be for him to win by surprise.

Seeing Zuo Feng continue to look at him indifferently, the yellow-faced young man smiled and said, "In fact, I really don't want you to leave. I like to hear the screams and roars of children before they die. Seeing your delicate skin and tender flesh, it must be more wonderful to be **."

As the yellow-faced man spoke, a slight blush appeared on his yellow face because of excitement, and then he began to cough violently. If you know this young man, you will know that this is a sign that he is about to take action.

The yellow-faced young man, who was coughing violently with his head down, suddenly had a hideous look on his face, and then his body began to shake gradually. Zuo Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, because he clearly saw that when the yellow-faced man's body shook, his feet quickly took strange and small steps.

There is a certain rhythm in the small steps, which makes people can't help but listen carefully. But suddenly a trace of power spread in Zuo Feng's mind, and then his mind suddenly became clear. The sound of footsteps actually had the function of disturbing other people's minds. Although Zuo Feng was completely awake at this time, he still pretended to be stunned.

At the same time, he was carefully observing the other party's steps, trying to find some tricks from it.

The yellow-faced man smiled coldly, and then continued to step on the strange steps and slowly came to Zuo Feng. With a light wave of his arm, a dagger about a foot long flew out of his sleeve. The yellow-faced man accurately grasped the dagger and slashed towards Zuo Feng's arm fiercely.

Just when the dagger was about to hit Zuo Feng, Zuo Feng's dull eyes instantly became bright. He raised his left arm to meet the dagger, and at the same time, his right fist was full of spiritual power and hit the yellow-faced man in front of him fiercely.

This change came too suddenly. When the yellow-faced man saw Zuo Feng's eyes flickering, he knew that he was tricked by the other party. But at this time, the dagger had already chopped down and could not be retracted, so he could only raise his other hand to protect himself.

"Ding, bang"

The yellow-faced man's dagger was knocked away by the prison lock on Zuo Feng's wrist, and almost at the same time, his right fist hit the yellow-faced man's arm fiercely. Because the yellow-faced man raised his hand to defend in a hurry, Zuo Feng's right fist also hit the opponent's arm and hit his chest.

Although the right arm did not have as terrifying power as the left arm, it also had considerable destructive power. The yellow-faced young man's body was hit and flew backwards. His feet dragged on the ground for more than two meters before he barely stopped his momentum. Then he covered his chest with his hands and coughed violently.

After the yellow-faced man coughed a few times, he raised his head with a look of resentment and said through gritted teeth: "Young man, you are so calculating. You are not afraid of my 'Phantom Sound Step', good, good, good."

At the end of his speech, the yellow-faced man said "good" three times in a row, and then took out more than a dozen small black balls from his arms. Although Zuo Feng didn't know what the black ball was, he still put on a defensive posture vigilantly.

I saw the yellow-faced man waving his hands repeatedly and throwing the black ball quickly. But none of these balls flew to the left wind. Instead, they were thrown towards the walls around the hall. Zuo Feng was still a little confused at first, but then he understood exactly what the other party was going to do.

Because each black ball was aimed at a spiritual light stone on the wall, the black ball exploded into a pool of black liquid immediately after impact. This black liquid is extremely viscous and will instantly envelop the aura stone in it. As the small black balls exploded, the light in the room became less and less, and finally it was completely plunged into darkness.

The hall is completely enclosed, and once these aura stones are blocked, no other light can shine in. In this environment, the two people had to fight in the dark.

Just when the hall was completely plunged into darkness, the yellow-faced man suddenly sneered and said: "Let me tell you, I am actually not good at frontal combat. I am an assassin, I like darkness, I like assassination, I like to be in The feeling of being tortured to the point of madness in the darkness. Just wait...hehe."

The sound echoed gently in the hall, but at the next moment, Zuo Feng's body moved. He suddenly rushed towards his left side, and without stopping, he spun around, using the power of the rotation to lift his legs and sweep out.

"Bang"

There was a dull sound of impact, and then the yellow-faced man's muffled groan was heard in the darkness, and then there was the sound of him falling to the ground and rolling around.

A moment later, the man's rapid breathing and angry voice came from the darkness: "Impossible, how could you, how could you know where I am."

Zuo Feng then said calmly: "Because you talk too much nonsense, are all assassins full of nonsense like you?"

The yellow-faced man coughed violently again, as if Zuo Feng's words had deeply stimulated him. After a while, the yellow-faced man spoke again bitterly: "Baby, you asked for this. I won't let you die happily."

After the yellow-faced man finished speaking this time, he remained silent, and his breathing disappeared immediately. He was completely integrated into the darkness. When Zuo Feng saw this situation, he did not show the slightest panic. Instead, he curled his mouth slightly and with a flick of his hand, a short black blade appeared.

Then Zuo Feng's body slowly moved, but he also restrained his breath and voice. Since that time before he killed the little Liuzi to save his master, he had rediscovered his understanding of perception. During this period, he also took some time to study it.

Because he lost the ability to detect with his mind, he has now returned to his previous state, relying on his keen sense of vision, hearing, and smell to perceive everything around him. Although there was no light in this complete darkness and his vision was completely lost, Zuo Feng could still roughly judge the position of his opponent with his keen sense of hearing and smell.

He could feel that the yellow-faced man was sneaking around behind him and lurking towards him carefully. But he couldn't grasp the exact position of the other party. As soon as his heart moved, Zuo Feng showed a smile, reached out and took out a paper bag, and then casually sprinkled the powder in the bag around himself. Then Zuo Feng began to hold his breath because he did not dare to inhale the powder at this time.

The yellow-faced man moved closer to Zuofeng, while his ears twitched slightly. His specially trained ears had been completely locked on Zuo Feng's position, and he unconsciously licked his slightly dry lips out of nervousness. As an outstanding assassin who had been specially trained since childhood, Zuo Feng's calmness at this time made him feel a little uneasy.

But so far, he has not gained any advantage in the fight. Instead, he has been frustrated repeatedly and made the yellow-faced man extremely angry. Then he quickened his pace without hesitation and stabbed Zuofeng fiercely.

But just after the yellow-faced man stepped within one foot of Zuofeng, it was also the time when he took his last gentle breath. After taking this breath, he would hold his breath until the assassination was completed, but it was this last gentle breath that made him feel an itch in his chest.

"cough"

Although he just coughed lightly, the yellow-faced man secretly exclaimed 'something's not good'. Just as he was about to retreat quickly, he felt a slight chill coming from his left chest.