Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Except for the two warriors with higher cultivation levels, Zuo Feng could still tell that the other three were at the fifth or sixth level of the bone refining stage. Their strength is similar to that of the few young warriors in the village, and the difference in numbers immediately makes the other three people feel inadequate.

In just two short breaths, the three opponents were killed on the spot. The eight young warriors in the village did not join the other two battles. Instead, they dispersed and surrounded the battle circle. The purpose was the same as Zuo Feng's order to Zuo Hou.

Teng Xiaoyun faced a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and a giant axe. Although they had just fought not long ago, Teng Xiaoyun had already firmly defeated the opponent. The opponent on the second elder's side was a thin middle-aged man wearing gray clothes and holding a short spear. The strength of the two was about the same.

This gray-clothed figure is very familiar to Zuo Feng. It is exactly the same as the original owner of his black short blade. He knows that he is from the Fengtian Dynasty without asking.

The long sword in Teng Xiaoyun's hand flew up and down, forcing his opponent to retreat step by step. The giant ax used by the hook-nosed man was quite large. From the outside, it seemed that the giant ax would cover his entire body airtightly when he swung it. However, Zuo Feng noticed that Teng Xiaoyun's long sword would always pick or stab when the giant ax's old strength was exhausted and the new strength failed to catch, making the hook-nosed man unable to resist.

"If you let me go, the feud between us and Zuojia Village will be wiped out. I guarantee here that I will never embarrass Zuojia Village again."

The hook-nosed man became more and more flustered as he fought, and finally couldn't hold back anymore and started shouting for mercy.

"Humph, if you are still trying to do this at this time, you can't treat me like a three-year-old child."

Teng Xiaoyun snorted and said with disdain, tightening the sword in his hand even more.

"You forced me to do this."

The hook-nosed man suddenly and desperately rushed towards Teng Xiaoyun, cutting his shoulder and stabbing his lower abdomen with the long sword without caring. As he stepped forward, he concentrated all his spiritual energy on the giant axe. He held the giant ax in both hands and slashed fiercely from left to right, aiming to cut Teng Xiaoyun in two from the waist with this blow.

Zuo Feng, who was watching, noticed that Teng Xiaoyun's expression remained unchanged under such a terrifying attack, but his eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. When the giant ax approached, Teng Xiaoyun's entire body curled back like a bow, until the back of his head was about to touch his calf, and the giant ax passed right against his body.

"drink"

As soon as the giant ax sliced ​​across, a low shout sounded in Teng Xiaoyun's throat. Immediately, his body was like a severely bent bamboo, rebounding back at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out flatly.

Then he drew his sword and jumped back, leaving a small wound on the hook-nosed giant's throat. Then the small wound suddenly became larger, and a large amount of blood formed a blood mist in front of him as if it was free. At this time, Fujisho Yunren was already three feet away, with no trace of blood on his body, which made those who saw him feel an indescribable sense of relaxation.

The person who was most shocked by Teng Xiaoyun's exquisite swordsmanship was the tall, thin man in gray clothes who was fighting the third elder.

At this time, although the man was still resisting the fierce attack of the third elder, he kept looking at Teng Xiaoyun from the corner of his eye, with indescribable joy and excitement in his eyes.

"You, it's you! Haha, it's really you. After all these years, I finally found it. Let me see if you can escape this time."

The tall, thin man in gray clothes who was in the midst of a fierce battle was laughing wildly as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, and was saying words that no one could understand like crazy. Only Teng Xiaoyun, who had always been calm, gradually turned gloomy.

"How do you know that I am hiding in this place? If you don't tell me, I won't let you die happily."

Teng Xiaoyun stared at the man in gray with an expression that Zuo Feng had never seen in these years. He knew that his master was really angry.

"No need to bother you, no one can take my life."

The tall and thin man said with a wild laugh. As he continued to laugh wildly, his whole body made continuous "crackling" sounds due to the collision of joints. The already tall man suddenly lifted up a little, and his body seemed to be inflated. The ball bulges outward.

The gray clothes of the man in gray clothes were slowly torn apart by his enlarged body. Everyone was shocked by this weird scene and was stunned on the spot. Only Teng Xiaoyun was the first to react. After shouting "Hurry up," he slashed at the man in gray with the long sword in his hand.

Zuo Feng also recovered from the shock and vaguely remembered that Teng Xiaoyun seemed to have mentioned a mysterious and domineering technique to him. The current situation of the man in gray was very similar to the introduction at that time. He still clearly remembered the technique. The name of the method is "violent disintegration".

Thinking of the introduction of the technique, Zuo Feng felt chills running down his spine. Because after using "violent disintegration", the most terrifying thing is not death, but knowing that you will die but having to suffer all kinds of pain and torture until all your spiritual power is burned out before you truly die.

"Violent Qi Disintegration" is basically not a skill. Strictly speaking, it is a suicidal strengthening method. When exercising, all the acupoints are opened, absorbing all the surrounding spiritual energy, and then using one's own spiritual energy to detonate the absorbed unrefined spiritual energy.

Your own strength can be greatly improved, and your body will become extremely strong. But only the performer himself knows the great pain involved. Once activated, it cannot be reversed, and it can be said to be an extremely overbearing evil skill.

According to Fujisho Yun, during the process of using violent energy to disintegrate, a person's spiritual sense and touch will also be strengthened, even several times stronger than that of ordinary people, that is, they will continue to feel the pain all over the body keenly until die. Just thinking about it makes Zuo Feng feel his scalp numb.

The tall and thin man in gray clothes has now become a strong man with a strong back and a strong waist. The bulging tendons and blood vessels on the surface of the skin are clearly visible. Facing the sword struck by Teng Xiaoyun with all his strength, he actually raised his arm to block without using a weapon.

"puff"

Accompanied by a dull sound like defeating leather, Fujisho Yun's long sword could only cut in half, but could not cut off his arm. Moreover, not a drop of blood flowed out from the injured arm, which made Zuo Feng even more certain that the opponent was using the weird "violent disintegration" method.

The man in gray laughed wildly and waved his arms. The third elder and Teng Xiaoyun were unable to take advantage of him, so they all ducked to both sides.

"Get away quickly"

Teng Xiaoyun's voice just fell, but it was too late. One of the eight young warriors on the outermost perimeter was hit by the fist of the man in gray without being able to prevent himself. He was knocked away and his chest was completely collapsed, as if he had been hit directly by a giant hammer.

The man in gray clothes rushed straight to the mouth of the valley with quick steps like the wind. Zuo Feng and others had already moved aside. He stared intently at the gray-clothed warrior in front of him, witnessing his final madness before his death.

It wasn't until the gray figure completely disappeared that everyone came back to their senses. Teng Xiaoyun came to the side of the injured young warrior, but immediately sighed helplessly and turned around and said.

"Take him and go back to the village."

"Master"

Seeing Teng Xiaoyun preparing to leave, Zuo Feng shouted excitedly that this was the second time his master had saved his life. He couldn't express his gratitude because that would take their master-disciple relationship too lightly. .

More importantly, he saw that there were other emotions hidden under the cold appearance of the master. Why did the man in gray clothes become so excited because he recognized the master? He even felt that the man used explosive energy to disintegrate. , is directly related to recognizing Master. He almost subconsciously stopped Teng Xiaoyun because he felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.

Hearing Zuo Feng's call, Teng Xiaoyun's face froze slightly, and he seemed to turn his head with some difficulty. After staring at Zuo Feng for a while, he forced a smile.

"Master, you..."

Teng Xiaoyun waved his hand to interrupt Zuo Feng's words, looked at the people around him and said, "You go back to the village first and be ready to fight at any time."

Hearing what Teng Xiaoyun said, Zuo Feng seemed to suddenly wake up. He turned around and said to the friends beside him: "You and Zuo Hou and the others will meet up to deal with this place, and then go back to the convoy to help clean up the battlefield over there. Ask Once you know the whereabouts of the missing people from our hunting team, you can decide how to deal with them."

All the young people made a loud promise. After this battle, Zuo Feng had already established a very high prestige in the hearts of these young people.

Teng Xiaoyun heard Zuo Feng mention the missing hunting group and knew that he was thinking about his eldest son Teng Li. He sighed and patted Zuo Feng on the shoulder. Only the two of them knew the meaning best.

Looking at Teng Xiaoyun walking in front, Zuo Feng quickly followed him without saying anything else.

"The bloody chaos here is probably caused by the Fengtian Dynasty, or it may... have something to do with me."

On the side of a mountain, Teng Xiaoyun put his hands behind his back and looked up at the dark night sky, speaking in a slightly hoarse voice.

Zuo Feng did not say a word, but silently looked at Teng Xiaoyun's slightly thin back, which gave him an endless feeling of loneliness.

"I thought the matter was over long ago, but I didn't expect that after so long, they still refused to let me go."

Teng Xiaoyun spoke again, with deep regret and self-blame revealed in his words.

"Master, no matter what, you may have been exposed. You can't stay any longer. You'd better come with us to Yancheng for shelter."

Zuo Feng finally couldn't hold himself back any longer and said eagerly.

"The things involved here are too wide, and it is not as simple as you think. You just need to remember to live well in Yancheng with the people in the village, forget your original home, and forget all the hatred."

Zuo Feng realized that the matter might be more difficult than he guessed, but Teng Xiaoyun had sealed the conversation, and he could not get to the bottom of it.

"Go back, your friends need you, and the people in the village need you even more. You performed very well this time, and I can see your actions clearly. I saw you right, you will be Zuojiacun hope.”

After a brief pause, he continued: "We will go to Yancheng to meet you later, don't worry too much."

Zuo Feng's heart moved. Only now did he realize that the master had known about his action for a long time. But the master just watched silently, and did not show up until he and others were in danger. He understood that the master was testing him.

"Go back, I want to stay here alone for a while."

Zuo Feng still wanted to speak, but Teng Xiaoyun obviously didn't want to talk any more. His teeth had bitten his lips, and there were traces of blood from the corners of his mouth. He took two steps back and knelt down on one knee to give a master-disciple gift to Teng Xiaoyun. When he stood up again, his eyes were wet.