Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

The black shadow appeared in front of Zuo Feng in an instant, like a black lightning.

Zuo Feng, who was originally sneering, was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure, and subconsciously mobilized his spiritual energy to defend with all his strength. Just as Zuo Feng made a defensive posture, a powerful palm force followed.

A warrior of the sixth level of the strong body stage defeated a warrior of the eighth level of the strong body stage and the combined attack of two warriors of the seventh level of the strong body stage. Looking at the entire Kunxuan Continent, it would be a rare existence. Moreover, only some super empires and ancient sects can occasionally cultivate one or two of such a proud child.

As Zuo Feng himself who created this impressive record, he naturally developed a sense of pride. But just when he had this thought, a palm that seemed to be urging his life had already come to him.

"Rat, how dare you"

A shocking roar also sounded almost at the same time, and as this voice sounded, Tian Shu, who was dressed in white, jumped off his seat and rushed over here at high speed.

This was the last word Zuo Feng heard, because the next moment, the powerful spiritual power followed the opponent's palm and attacked his arms that had just been raised.

The sharp sound of bones breaking was endless, and Zuo Feng's whole body was scarred by the sudden intrusion of spiritual energy. But he himself did not realize that at the same time as this huge spiritual energy broke into his body, the strange bulge on his chest that had been silent for a long time suddenly began to fluctuate.

Like layers of water waves, it quickly spread to the whole body, not only preventing the wanton destruction of those violent spiritual energy, but also quickly healing Zuo Feng's already broken body.

The sound of gas explosion only sounded slowly like thunder on his body as Zuo Feng flew out. The opponent completely stored the power in his palm, and only sent it out with all his strength at this moment. Although protected by the mysterious energy, Zuo Feng's cultivation was too low after all, and this palm almost took his life.

At this time, Zuo Feng's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all bleeding, and his body was still shaking in flight, and his whole body kept making sounds like popping beans. This was the sound of the spiritual power wantonly destroying the body.

The body that was hit hard flew back several feet, passed three tables before starting to fall, and then hit heavily on a large green ironwood table, which was instantly smashed to pieces.

The person who made the move was the short old man, Wang, the chief steward of Zhang Yu Commander's Mansion. This man was extremely cunning and narrow-minded. When he saw his three men injured and defeated one after another, he had made up his mind not to let the talented young man in front of him live.

Zuo Feng's move was clean and neat. At such a young age, he had the strength of the sixth level of the strong body stage. Those tactics and martial arts made this old man in the world feel cold. He was almost certain that if he gave the young man more than ten years, he might not be able to deal with him, so he had to get rid of him before the young man was fully grown.

When he sent out a palm with all his strength, he was almost certain that the young man would die. But when he spit out all the spiritual power in his palm, he suddenly felt that a large part of the spiritual energy seemed to be absorbed by the other party and disappeared, and the spiritual energy that he spit out afterwards seemed to be controlled by the other party to the side. This feeling was the first time he encountered it in all these years of wandering in the martial arts world.

But he was sure that even so, the spiritual energy that entered was enough to kill the other party. But he was cautious by nature and didn't want to let the other party have any chance of survival.

He was ready to catch up with him and make another attack with his feet, but an attack that was more powerful than his previous palm had already hit him from behind. He sighed secretly in his heart. He had already guessed who the other party was. Among the people present, only Tian Shu had such strength.

But after he turned around, he found that Tian Shu, who came from the air, had his hair and beard all stretched out. The anger had made this elegant old man look a little hideous. When he saw the posture of the other party, he couldn't help but take a breath.

Tian Shu's body leaped in the air, with his arms stretched out flat at his sides and his palms slightly bent. One leg stretched forward, the other leg was folded up like meditating.

"He Xiang Kick, Tian Lao, you want to kill me but you can't. Commander Zhang Yu will not let you go."

The face of the chief steward Wang finally changed drastically at this time. This leg skill is the famous skill of Tian Shu. If he is kicked by the opponent, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will inevitably be disabled for life. In a critical situation, he didn't care about his face and shouted hoarsely.

Hearing him mention Commander Zhang Yu, Tian Shu subconsciously retracted 30% of the spiritual power in his leg. The two major commanders in Yancheng play a check and balance role with each other. Once he kills the other with his heavy hands, it will not only break the balance of Yancheng, but also cause other troubles for the city lord.

Although some of the spiritual energy was retracted, this leg is still powerful, and you can even see the residual spiritual energy on it with your naked eyes. It's a pity that Zuo Feng is now unconscious and can't see this scene. The release of spiritual energy is only possessed by martial artists in the Qi Refining Stage.

"Boom"

The sound like thunder resounded throughout the restaurant, even breaking the noise on the street. The short Wang, the manager, was kicked into the air like a ball, rolling in the air and constantly spurting blood.

Then the fourth floor of the entire restaurant fell completely silent, and people were temporarily stunned by this domineering blow.

"Brother"

A girl's voice suddenly sounded after a moment of silence, and the petite Zuo Tiantian rushed towards Zuo Feng, with tears on his little face.

"Brother, brother, what's wrong with you, open your eyes and look at Tiantian."

Zuo Tiantian lay beside Zuo Feng and shouted loudly to the unconscious Zuo Feng.

Anya also secretly regretted that she shouldn't have let the young man face these people alone. She just hoped that this cold-faced boy could be taught a lesson, but she didn't expect that he could suddenly kill him.

Just as he was about to step forward to comfort Zuo Tiantian, he saw Zuo Tiantian fell down next to his brother after crying a few times. He anxiously stepped forward to check and found that Zuo Tiantian had fainted due to fright and sadness.

"Someone please take them both back to the house quickly."

The guilt in Anya's heart completely turned into worry and anxiety at this moment, and she immediately ordered her subordinates.

Before Uncle Tian could wait for Anya to speak, he had already picked up Zuo Feng, who was covered in blood, and quickly jumped out of the window, leaping directly from the roof to another roof. Zuo Feng was seriously injured. He didn't know if he could save the young man, but he would do his best as long as there was a glimmer of hope.

Anya looked at Uncle Tian's leaving figure, and suddenly she realized that she was afraid that Zuo Feng would die. This was something that had never happened to her before.

"Miss, what should we do with Manager Wang and his subordinates?"

Seeing that Uncle Tian had left, several of his subordinates glanced at the injured and unconscious Manager Wang and the two subordinates who were howling like killing pigs at the moment, and asked aloud.

"It's none of my business whether they live or die, take Tiantian back home."

Not daring to say a word, several of his subordinates picked up the unconscious Zuo Tiantian and followed Anya downstairs quickly.

There is a very large mansion in the center of Yancheng. To have such a large area in Yancheng, it goes without saying that this place is the palace of the city lord of Yancheng.

In a quiet room in the city lord's palace, a comatose and seriously injured young man was lying quietly on the stone platform. This young man was naturally Zuo Feng, who was seriously injured by Manager Wang. Now Zuo Feng had his eyes tightly closed and his face was as pale as paper.

Uncle Tian beside the stone platform looked seriously at the seriously injured young man in front of him. A stooped white-haired old man was looking at Zuo Feng's injuries with a solemn expression.

Light footsteps sounded behind him, and Uncle Tian, ​​who had a solemn expression, could tell from the footsteps that it was the eldest lady Anya without turning around. He gently waved his hand to signal not to speak, his eyes not leaving Zuo Feng on the stone platform.

Anya cautiously came to the stone platform. Although she didn't say anything, her expression of regret and self-blame could be seen.

The hunched old man took back his withered palms, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then slowly stood up.

Seeing that the other party had such a solemn expression, Uncle Tian sighed slightly and still spoke. He himself had some medical skills.

"Old Yan, how do you think this young man is doing?"

Shaking his head slowly, the white-haired old man known as Mr. Yan slowly said: "I can see that you used your pure spiritual power to protect his main meridians along the way. This allowed him to That’s it for saving his life. Although I gave him my specially prepared life-threatening powder in time, this kid’s injuries are too serious and I’m afraid he won’t be able to recover even if his life is saved.”

Uncle Tian had already guessed what he said. At this moment, he was as guilty as Anya. If he had reacted earlier, he wouldn't have ended up in the current situation.

Anya said reluctantly: "Could it be that my father can't save him either?"

The old man who had checked Zuo Feng's injuries before slowly nodded and said, "The city lord does have some elixirs around him, but he is in seclusion at the moment. He has been told not to disturb him. Now I can only treat this young man. His life is temporarily suspended, but..."

"But what, Mr. Yan, please tell me quickly."

The old man glanced at Zuo Feng on the stone platform with a frown, and said with some hesitation: "Even if the city lord can come out of seclusion now, at most he can only save this young man's life, but he cannot restore him to his original state. How could the city lord do that? What a waste of precious elixir for a useless person."

Uncle Tian couldn't help but nodded when he heard this. Mr. Yan's words were exactly what he was thinking at the moment.

"Hey, no matter what, let's hang this young man's life first. Let's wait until the city lord comes out of seclusion before making a decision."

As Uncle Tian said that, he pulled Anya up and walked out of the house. Although Anya was extremely reluctant, she had no other choice but to exit the stone house with Uncle Tian and Mr. Yan.

After several people left the stone house, the stone door was tightly closed, leaving only Zuo Feng, who was seriously injured and dying. After an unknown amount of time, Zuo Feng's body moved slightly. To be precise, the clothes on Zuo Feng's chest shook. Then a small beast with gray hair slowly poked its head out.