Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

The battle in the fourth floor hall is undoubtedly much more intense than in the lower floors. After all, those who have the strength to come to the fourth floor of the Spiral Tower are all top warriors among the younger generation of Dongjun.

Just as Zuo Feng and Ding Hao were engaged in a fierce battle, in another competition hall on the fourth floor, the two looked at each other with cold eyes. There was a short boy who looked like a boy. Opposite him was a strong masked young man who was half taller than him.

The two of them are relatively unlucky, because there will be two winners on the fourth floor, which is more than a fight, because in the end only two people can enter the fifth floor for the final spinning tower trial. The bad luck of these two people also destined the good luck of one of them, Zuo Feng and Ding Hao, because the winner of their battle can go directly to the fifth floor.

The short boy looked at the masked young man across from him solemnly. Although he was extremely confident in his own strength, the opponent's strength at the third level of the physical enhancement stage was definitely the strongest among those who participated in the trial this time. The boy and the other party stared at each other like this for a long time, but he couldn't hold his breath at first and slowly spoke.

"You must be the new adopted son adopted by the governor, haha. If..."

Before the boy could finish speaking, the masked man said coldly in his extremely low and hoarse voice: "Get out! Or die!"

The boy was interrupted by the other party, and a look of displeasure flashed across his face, but when he looked at the cold eyes in the two holes on the other party's mask, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke again: "The 'Pregnancy Pill' at the end of the trial is very important to me. I can also stop the trash sent by the 'Yancheng Violent Bear'."

The "Yancheng violent bear" that the boy mentioned was none other than Anxiong, the lord of Yancheng. Many people also called him this in private, and the masked man naturally understood what he meant. But there was only a brief pause, a flash of ridicule in his eyes, and his body rushed towards the boy like a bull.

When the boy saw the strong man in the mask rushing towards him, he was not good at close combat, so he didn't dare to use his edge at this time. He quickly took out a dark purple crystal ball from his arms, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and smashed it hard under his feet.

"boom"

Following a muffled sound, a dark purple smoke screen quickly rose from the boy's feet. As soon as the smoke screen was exposed to the air, it immediately spread and expanded, and soon wrapped the boy's short body in it.

When the masked man saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, but his speed did not slow down at all and he rushed into the dark purple smoke screen.

"Hey, I tried to persuade you but you didn't take it seriously. Even if a warrior in the middle stage of bone refining is caught in this "dark poison miasma", he will completely lose his ability to resist. Originally, I thought you were the adopted son of the county guard and wanted to let you go. Yima, but this is your own death."

The smoke screen completely filled the hall in just a few breaths. The boy's voice was erratic in the poisonous smoke, making it difficult to judge its exact location from its voice.

"snort"

The masked man snorted coldly in the poisonous mist, and then the sound of heavy footsteps also sounded, as if he was running around like crazy.

"For the sake of your adoptive father, let me give you a heads up. My specially made poisonous mist will have an effect even if it comes into contact with your skin. If you...well, why you!"

The little boy was still talking to himself triumphantly, but suddenly he seemed to have seen something amazing, and his originally lazy voice suddenly became sharp and high-pitched. Then a low roar came from the mist, followed closely by the boy's muffled groan.

At the same time, in another competition hall, the young man named Ding Hao seemed to have entered a special state. At this moment, the young man's face was flushed, and a trace of mist emerged between his breaths, showing the scorching temperature in his body.

His long hair, which was tied high, was a little messy, and a few loose strands of hair were stuck to his face and neck with sweat. If anyone who knew him saw this scene at this time, they would definitely be extremely shocked. Not only has Ding Hao never been defeated in a competition among his peers, but his hair has never been messy.

Zuo Feng was not having a good time at this time, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. The most painful thing was the left arm with the "prison lock" on it. It already felt a little numb, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted in resisting the opponent's fierce attack.

As the battle progressed, it slowly entered a fixed rhythm. Ding Hao's offensive was extremely fierce, while Zuo Feng could only resist. But Zuo Feng's seemingly passive resistance was actually hiding a vicious back attack. If Ding Hao was not careful at all, he would immediately hear a few crisp sounds.

Zuo Feng flexibly used his elbow to spread Ding Hao's leg, and at the same time pressed hard on his ankle. Then the two of them quickly separated, panting heavily at the same time. Before, the two of them were fighting fast, so they had to attack each other quickly for a period of time, then separate to take a breather and recover.

"Boy, I think you're in trouble, so you'd better give in and prevent me from accidentally killing you." Ding Hao said with a smile while panting.

After hearing this, Zuo Feng curled his lips and said, "I think you are the one who can't even stand still. Please be careful that I miss you and make you crippled."

Although the two of them spoke in diametrically opposite terms, there was a sense of sympathy permeating the conversation. Then both of them stared at each other and fell silent, but after a moment they suddenly raised their heads and laughed at the same time.

At a certain moment, the two people suddenly stopped laughing and rushed toward each other. Then they fought again with fists and kicks, but this time both of them seemed to have tried their best, because they also felt that there was not much time left for them. If the winner could not be decided within the specified time, Then both of them may be disqualified.

There was a thick dark purple fog floating in another room on the fourth floor of the spiral tower, but this thick fog was slowly becoming thinner. Although the spiral tower can be said to be closed, there will naturally be some air holes in such a space. Although the purple poisonous mist was still very dense at first, after maintaining it for a period of time, it slowly overflowed from some of the surrounding pores.

As the poisonous mist gradually dissipated, a burly silver figure was first revealed. After that, you can clearly see this burly silver figure, with one arm raised flatly, as if the child-like figure is being grasped in his hand.

The person who was arrested was the short boy, and the person who caught him was the burly man wearing a mask. At this time, the short boy's feet were off the ground and his hands were waving wildly in the air. However, his stature was too short and he could not touch the burly young man's body no matter how hard he tried.

The masked young man stared coldly at the short boy in his hand, showing no emotion, as if what he was holding was just a branch. The short boy struggled for a while, and suddenly a trace of ferocity appeared in his eyes, and his little hand suddenly touched the belt. The masked young man's eyes widened, and he started to move almost at the same time.

The masked young man did not stop the boy from touching the belt, but held the boy flat and rushed forward.

"boom"

The short boy was violently hit against the wall, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose while being hit. His hand that reached for the belt had just been withdrawn, and then it dropped weakly, and a scarlet ball fell to the ground.

"Ahem...you, you can't..."

After the boy coughed twice, he opened and closed his lips slightly and struggled to say a few words, but he stopped abruptly before he finished speaking. Because a huge fist slowly enlarged in front of his eyes, he couldn't say anything else, he just widened his eyes in horror.

"Boom"

A ball of flesh and blood splashed everywhere, and the boy's child-like head had turned into a pool of flesh and blood on the wall. The masked young man slowly retracted his fist, and a clear dent appeared on the wall, with scarlet flesh mixed with white flesh.

The remaining headless body of the boy was still shaking slightly at this time. The masked young man threw the body back without blinking, and the short, headless body accurately flew into a passage.

Just when the fatal punch of the masked young man fell, Zuo Feng and Ding Hao also stopped at this time. Both of them looked at the wall in confusion at the same time. The huge sound just now was clear to both of them. heard. Then Ding Hao slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Zuo Feng across from him, frowned and lay down on his back.

Zuo Feng wanted to go forward to check, but he heard Ding Hao say angrily: "No fight, no fight. My drunkard has never been so aggrieved since I was born, and now the joints of my hands and feet are in excruciating pain when I move them even slightly." , this 'bone removal method' you created is really too perverted."

Zuo Feng felt a little relieved when he heard Ding Hao's strong words, but still walked over slowly. At the same time, he took off the wine bottle from his waist and handed it over.

"I have also learned a little bit about the method of refining medicine. I can see that this 'Wangyou Zui' is brewed with precious medicinal materials. Although I am also very thick-skinned, this wine is really not popular with others. "

Ding Hao sat up from the ground, rolled his eyes at Zuo Feng, and said: "No need to test me, I, Ding Hao, will never take back what I gave away, and even if I win, I will not take back the wine." Yes. You are very good to me."

After finishing speaking, Ding Hao stood up with a grin on his face and walked out of the passage. At the same time, he said: "If anything happens, you can come to Pengcheng to find me. My master is the drunkard Xing Yezui, the master of Pengcheng City. I have a hunch that we will We will meet again soon.”

Zuo Feng looked at Ding Hao's back and felt as if he and this free and easy young man had been friends for a long time. Just when Ding Hao's figure was about to disappear at the entrance of the passage, he suddenly stopped, tilted his head slightly and said.

"The huge noise just now was probably caused by the adopted son that the county guard just adopted. To be honest, I thought he was my opponent before I fought with you. But you have to be careful. I heard that this The monster's strength is astonishing, and its attacks are extremely ruthless. It once killed more than a dozen of the county guards' training partners."

After saying that, Ding Hao walked into the passage without hesitation. Zuo Feng slowly retracted his gaze, and at the same time, intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the wall that had just made the loud noise.