Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

The strange death of the warrior before made the other dozen warriors feel a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts. This kind of unclear and strange way of death was something these people had never seen before.

Only Zuo Feng himself understood all this, but it was not to say that he fully understood it. Because he still hadn't figured out what kind of existence the violent aura here belonged to. He only vaguely knew that this violent aura was fundamentally different from the aura he absorbed when he practiced before.

A dozen bandits took out their weapons at this time, but no one was willing to rush up first. After all, they didn't know what method Zuo Feng used to kill his companions.

This created a strange scene. A teenager looked vigilantly at the warriors shaking around. And a dozen warriors shouted fiercely and circled around the boy in the middle. The two sides seemed to be ready to stalemate like this.

"Ah..."

A dull beast roar sounded in the distance at this time. The beast roar echoed endlessly among the mountains, making it impossible to tell its distance, but this roar broke the stalemate. Because finally one of the bandits chose to tentatively attack Zuo Feng because he was afraid of the arrival of the monster.

His action immediately attracted the response of his companions, and three more warriors walked out of the outer circle and approached Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng was vigilantly paying attention to the four bandits approaching, and his eyes were fixed on the one approaching in front. Although he did not look back, the exploration of telekinesis at such a close distance allowed him to clearly perceive the actions of the three people behind him. Two of the four people used knives and two used swords. The one coming in front held a short knife in his hand. Seeing him coming towards him, Zuo Feng rushed forward fiercely.

At this moment, Zuo Feng's body has recovered its original agility, and what makes him feel the most amazing is that after the violent aura just now was vented, he was surprised to find that the wound on his leg no longer felt pain.

Although there was no time to check himself, the wound on his leg seemed to have healed, and this discovery immediately ignited hope for Zuo Feng. If he could get out of the encirclement of these people by chance, then he would also have the confidence that he would not be caught up by them in a short time, but the premise is that the aura in his body should not run out of control again.

Seeing Zuo Feng rushing towards him, the warrior in front of him was slightly stunned at first, but then took two steps back with fear on his face. Zuo Feng suddenly accelerated again and came in front of the opponent, and the warrior with the knife subconsciously raised the short knife to chop at Zuo Feng.

Because he was still a little scared in his heart, swinging the knife was mainly for testing, so he didn't use enough strength at all, so the speed was naturally not very fast. Zuo Feng easily dodged the opponent's blade, and stretched out his small palm to slap the opponent's wrist holding the knife.

The warrior with the knife obviously didn't guess that Zuo Feng would react like this, but when Zuo Feng's palm slapped his wrist, he screamed and jumped back like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Because this action was too abrupt, he couldn't stand firmly after landing and fell directly to the ground, rolling twice before stopping. Seeing this funny scene, no one laughed out loud, but stared at the thin boy in the field more nervously. In their guess, if he was accidentally hit by this boy, he would probably die in the next moment.

Zuo Feng had a smile on his face at the moment. In fact, he wanted to test the palm strike just now, and the result made him feel very satisfied. For Zuo Feng, releasing the violent spiritual energy in his body into the opponent's body to kill him was somewhat lucky. After all, he didn't know if he could do it next time.

But even if he could do it, the violent spiritual energy was now concentrated between his chest and abdomen. When he could release it directly with his palm, it was probably the time when the strange spiritual energy spread all over his limbs. It was estimated that by then, Zuo Feng would not only be killed by the enemy, but also by himself.

The three warriors behind him saw their companions in such a miserable state. They also clearly saw the action of Zuo Feng's palm strike just now, which made them more afraid of the strange ability of this young man. At the same time, they also found that the young man was still cautious about the attack of the short knife, so the three hesitated for a while and still gritted their teeth and slowly approached Zuo Feng from behind.

Zuo Feng knew the actions of the three people without looking back, and even guessed five or six points of what the three people who were about to launch a sneak attack on him were thinking. He pretended not to know and stared at the enemy in front of him.

The three men quickly came to Zuo Feng's back, exchanged glances with each other, and then raised their weapons to attack Zuo Feng.

At this moment, a trace of cruelty flashed in Zuo Feng's eyes, and he jumped back without looking back. His thin body rushed in front of one of the warriors like a nimble beast.

At this time, these people had just raised their weapons and were about to chop down. The boy in front of him seemed to have eyes behind his head. He came over just in time and avoided all the weapons that were coming at him. So far, the boy has not turned his face.

This weird scene made the bandits who had been frightened many times feel cold again. This boy was weird from inside to outside, as if there were endless secrets in his body. Let these desperate people who lick blood on the blade all day feel a little cold.

Although the three were a little slow, they still changed the angle and continued to chop at Zuo Feng. Zuo Feng fell backwards as if he had seen it with his own eyes. Before his body almost touched the ground, he stomped his feet hard on the ground and his body shot forward like an arrow.

This move was completely unexpected by the three of them, and their weapons all fell into the air. Zuo Feng, who was flying forward, curled up slightly. When his head was about to hit the toes of a warrior, he slammed his hand on the ground fiercely, and with the force of the reverse thrust, his whole body changed from flying horizontally to flying diagonally upward.

"Bang... Puff..."

The sound of the collision was accompanied by a muffled sound. Zuo Feng used his shoulder to hit the enemy's chest while flying diagonally. As soon as the two bodies touched, he immediately twisted his waist and turned his body, and put his back against the opponent's chest. At the same time, Zuo Feng released another part of the runaway spiritual energy in his body to the opponent, and then two sounds were made.

Although he successfully avoided the enemy's attack twice, Zuo Feng knew that it was not that his martial arts and reaction were much higher than theirs. On the contrary, the weakest of these warriors in front of him were at the third or fourth level of the late bone refining stage.

Such warriors have all experienced long-term hard training and fighting, and most of them have excellent martial arts and rich combat experience.

It can be said that if Zuo Feng fought any of them fairly, it would be extremely difficult for him to escape with his life. But now, Zuo Feng was using his current special physical condition and the unknown fear of the crowd to play with this group of people in his hands.

"Ah... woo woo..."

A painful scream sounded again, and the warrior who was hit by Zuo Feng screamed in pain, but could not speak a complete sentence. Soon his body began to twitch like the previous man. He wanted to grab his companions beside him, but the two companions beside him had already seen the situation and ran away.

He fell to the ground with shaking all over before two breaths, and his body swelled violently like the previous man. This time, people saw clearly that the blood and spiritual energy flowed out along several important acupoints in the body. This situation usually only occurs when the spiritual energy is completely out of control when practicing.

After this catharsis, Zuo Feng's body is now much more comfortable. His sharp eyes swept towards the warriors surrounding him, and every bandit who was swept by his eyes retreated unconsciously.

Such intimidation was not without purpose. Soon Zuo Feng saw a warrior trembling with fear after being seen by him, and even the long sword in his hand could not be controlled. When he saw this warrior, he coldly showed a cruel smile, and then quickly rushed towards the bandit.

"Ah"

The bandit saw the young man like a demon rushing towards him, and he dared not stay there and shouted to escape behind his companions. The shouts made by fear were sharp and hoarse. Seeing that the other party gave way, Zuo Feng naturally would not continue to chase him in a hot-headed manner, but quickly rushed out of the encirclement along the gap left by him after escaping.

"Stop him." A low shout came from the distant ridge. Zuo Feng, who was running away, could hear that it was the voice of the rat-faced bandit.

Hearing this voice, the other bandits also reacted immediately, but Zuo Feng was as fast as lightning at this time. In the blink of an eye, he had rushed out of the encirclement and fled at full speed into the dense forest. The bandits only chased for a short distance, and when they saw that no one was willing to chase him, they all gave up.

"Are you all stupid? Why did you let him run away?" The voice of the rat-faced man sounded again. When he said the previous sentence, his voice was still halfway up the mountain, but this time the voice came from the foot of the mountain. After a few more breaths, his figure appeared in front of everyone, and with him came nine warriors in gray clothes with expressionless faces.

"Are you all crazy? Don't you know what our purpose tonight is? Just let him go like this, is my words just like farting?" The rat-faced man was angry at this time, and the blue veins on the side of his face were bulging because he was too excited.

"Boss, this young man is too weird. Just now, he was kicked in the chest by Ma Wu with all his strength, but Ma Wu died on the spot. And just now, Yan Qi was hit by him and died strangely." A warrior took two steps forward to explain to the rat-faced man.

"What are you talking about? Have you drunk too much?" The rat-faced man looked impatient and slapped the man in the face.

The man was almost hit by the slap and flew off the ground. He staggered back a few steps before he stabilized his body. He paused and spit out a small mouthful of bloody saliva, which was mixed with a broken tooth.

He rubbed his swollen face and said aggrievedly: "We all saw it with our own eyes. I am not talking nonsense, and I haven't drunk a single sip of wine tonight."

After hearing his words, the rat-faced man and the gray-clothed man looked at the people around them and found that everyone showed a lingering fear expression, and kept nodding to agree with what the man said just now.

The rat-faced man believed what the man said before and turned to look at an older man in the gray-clothed team. The older gray-clothed man was wearing two long swords and was thinking seriously about what the beaten bandit had said.