Zuo Feng's eyes were attracted by the booklet inside the iron box. The small words lingered in front of Zuo Feng's eyes like a magic spell, "The time of transporting power is continuous, and the breath is continuous in every square inch. Use the power to exert force, and realize that the power is achieved."
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This martial skill is not a separate martial skill of fists, palms, knives, and swords. Instead, it is a small trick for transporting power. This martial skill is generally used to defeat those with lower cultivation levels than oneself more quickly and effectively.
Just an opponent.
But since the opponent's cultivation level is not as good as his own, and his spiritual energy and physical strength are naturally inferior to his own, in this case, this kind of martial arts seems to be extremely useless. So Zuo Feng didn't even notice it when he first saw it.
He took it too seriously, but after seeing the content, a light flashed in his mind.
Then Zuo Feng picked up the pamphlet again, browsed it briefly, and then put it in his arms with a look of joy. Then he continued to walk towards the passage. After all, he was doing it on the second floor just now.
After two battles, it took a lot of time.
Shortly after Zuo Feng entered the passage, the rotating tower trembled slightly at this time and continued to rotate. A dozen small doors also appeared on the second floor, and some losers walked out of them. There was also a small door on the second floor of the stone tower.
Stone steps extended out from the wall. Those who failed, some who were seriously injured, climbed back down the steps, while those who were not seriously injured jumped directly from the second floor.
A group of team leaders waiting below, some smiled and others sighed and shook their heads. The fancy man who came with Zuo Feng was among the losers. When Uncle Tian saw that he was the only one eliminated, he nodded with a smile.
He nodded and subconsciously looked towards the third floor of the stone tower.
The old man in green shirt didn't pay attention to the losers at all, but paid attention to the changes in the stone tower. When he saw that the stone tower rotated normally and then stopped, he was slightly relieved. Then he placed the upper part of the stone tower at hand that was already empty.
The broken hourglass turned upside down again, and then slowly closed his eyes.
At this time, Manager Wang looked anxious, but after carefully looking at the people who came out, there was a trace of doubt on his face.
At this time, Zuo Feng also came to the hall on the third floor. There was already a tall and thin young man standing casually in the middle of the hall. The young man's sallow face and his thin body looked like a sick man who had not recovered from a long illness.
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When he saw this yellow-faced man, Zuo Feng's expression became solemn, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "The trial has reached the third level, and the remaining ones are also some extremely powerful people. The battle that follows will
, I'm afraid it will become more and more difficult.'
While Zuo Feng was looking at the yellow-faced young man carefully, the young man couldn't help but look at Zuo Feng. Then the yellow-faced man said with a sneer: "I never thought a brat like you could come to the third floor. It seems that this year
The strength of the people participating in the trial is not very good either. You have two choices, die...or go back the way you came."
Seeing that the yellow-faced man was so dismissive of him, Zuo Feng didn't feel angry at all. His age may have become a kind of protective color invisibly. The more the other party looked down on him, the easier it would be for him to win by surprise.
The yellow-faced young man saw that Zuo Feng continued to stare at him indifferently, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Actually, I really don't want you to leave. I like to hear the screams and roars of children before they die. Look at you.
With its thin skin and tender meat, it will definitely taste even more delicious."
As the yellow-faced man spoke, a faint blush appeared on his yellow face, as if he was excited, and then he coughed violently. Anyone who knew this young man would know that this was a sign that he was about to take action.
The yellow-faced young man who was lowering his head and coughing violently suddenly had a look of ferocity on his downturned face, and then his body gradually began to shake. Zuo Feng's pupils suddenly shrank because he could clearly see the yellow-faced man shaking.
, but his feet quickly took strange little steps.
There is a certain rhythm in these small steps, which makes people can't help but listen carefully. But suddenly a trace of thought power spreads in Zuo Feng's mind, and then his mind suddenly wakes up. This
The sound of footsteps actually had the effect 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 also carefully observing the opponent's steps, trying to find some tips.
The yellow-faced man smiled coldly, and then continued to walk strangely, slowly arriving in front of Zuo Feng. With a slight wave of his arm, a foot-long dagger flew out of his sleeve, and the yellow-faced man accurately
He held the dagger and slashed at Zuo Feng's arm.
Just when the dagger was about to hit Zuo Feng, Zuo Feng's dull eyes suddenly brightened up. He raised his left arm to meet the dagger, and at the same time, his right fist was full of spiritual power and struck hard at the yellow-faced man in front of him.
This change came too suddenly. When the yellow-faced man saw Zuo Feng's eyes flashing, he knew that he had been attacked by the other party. But at this time, the dagger had already been slashed down and could not be taken back, so he could only raise his other hand to protect him.
in front of you.
"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 hard. The yellow-faced man raised his hand to defend in a hurry, and Zuo Feng's
The right fist also hit the opponent's chest along with his arm.
Although the right arm is not as terrifying as the left arm, it still has considerable destructive power. The body of the yellow-faced young man was hit and flew backwards, and his feet dragged on the ground for more than two feet before he barely stopped.
Then he put his hands on his chest 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."
When the yellow-faced man finished speaking, he 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 balls were, he didn't know what they were.
Put on a defensive posture vigilantly.
I saw the yellow-faced man waving his hands repeatedly and quickly throwing the black balls out. But none of these balls flew towards Zuo Feng, but instead were thrown at the walls around the hall. Zuo Feng was still a little confused at first, but then he
It is also clear what the other party is going to do.
Because each black ball is aimed at a spiritual light stone on the wall, the black ball immediately explodes into a pool of black liquid after impact. This black liquid is extremely viscous and will instantly wrap the spiritual light 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. Once these spiritual light stones are blocked, no other light can shine in. In this environment, the two people have 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, and I like to fight in front of you."
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 to his left side, and without stopping, he spun around, using the power of the rotation to lift his legs and sweep across
And out.
"Bang"
A dull crashing sound was heard, and then the yellow-faced man's muffled grunting 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 possibly 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 irritated him. After a while, the yellow-faced man spoke bitterly again: "Little brat, you asked for this, I won't let you be happy."
dead."
This time, after the yellow-faced man finished speaking, he remained silent, and his breathing disappeared immediately. He was completely integrated into the darkness. Zuo Feng did not show any panic when he saw this situation.
, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a short black blade appeared with a flick of his palm.
Then Zuo Feng's body moved slowly, but he also restrained his breath and voice. Ever since before he killed the little Liuzi to save his master, he had regained his understanding of perception. During this time, he also took special time to
Spend some time researching it.
Because he has lost the ability to detect with his mind, he is now back to how he was before, relying on his sharp vision, hearing, and smell to perceive everything around him. Although there is no trace of light in this complete darkness, his vision is also completely lost.
But with Zuo Feng's keen sense of hearing and smell, he was still able to roughly determine the opponent's position.
He could feel that the yellow-faced man was sneaking around behind him and lurking towards him carefully. However, he could not grasp the exact position of the other person. When his heart moved, Zuo Feng showed a smile and stretched out his hand to take out a
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 Zuo Feng, and his ears twitched slightly at the same time. His specially trained ears had completely locked on Zuo Feng's position, and he unconsciously licked his slightly dry lips out of nervousness.
As an outstanding assassin who has 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 defeated repeatedly and made the yellow-faced man extremely angry. Then he quickened his pace without hesitation and stabbed Zuo Feng fiercely.
But just after the yellow-faced man stepped within a foot of Zuofeng, it was also the time when he took his last gentle breath. After this breath, he would hold his breath until the assassination was completed, but this last gentle breath
His breathing made him feel itching in his chest.
"cough"
Although it was just a slight cough, 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.