Eight hundred and fortieth chapters burning traces
The white-faced young man had made a desperate move at this time. Facing the threat of death, they no longer had any illusions.
The reason why they chose to take risks before was that they had more people and stronger strength than the opponent. But after the battle, they realized how ridiculous their original idea was.
Originally, the world of warriors is based on cultivation and strength, but what is real strength? Obviously, the level of cultivation is not the main method of judgment. So strength, to put it bluntly, is combat effectiveness. No matter what my cultivation is, or whether I use
No matter what method, even with the help of poisons and weapons, as long as you can defeat your opponent, you are strong.
The Jiangbei Gang has always been famous for being ruthless and ruthless. In all kinds of battles, they will kill all the targets without leaving a trace, and are famous for their cruel methods. Such a bad reputation allows them to often gain the upper hand when fighting against opponents of equal strength.
But all of this is of no use to Zuo Feng.
Not only could they not frighten the opponent at the moment, but Zuo Feng's crisp, ruthless and ruthless attacks had completely frightened the opponent. Let alone fight, they were only thinking about escaping for their lives.
Of the three, only the white-faced man was left uninjured, but he was more frightened than his injured companion. Because he felt that Zuo Feng was going to kill him, it was just a matter of raising his hand, and he had no intention of taking action just now.
There is an element of teasing in it.
But he didn't know that Zuo Feng was actually not in a hurry to take action, but the excitement of the battle made him feel so happy that he didn't want to get rid of it so easily.
The two of them used all the speed they could use. Seeing that the mountain was in sight, and they would be able to cross the mountain in a few steps, they even gathered their strength and prepared to leap out. The battle in the valley below continued.
, but down there were the four leaders of the Jiangbei Gang and many good players. They felt that the hope of life was right in front of them.
The next moment, a figure slowly emerged in front of them, and finally solidified into a young man. They felt that the flame of hope was extinguished by life just as it was ignited.
The two of them did not hesitate this time, because this was their last glimmer of hope, and they would not let go of this opportunity no matter what. No matter how scared they were, they would not just sit back and wait for death. Both of them tried their best at this time.
Do your best.
The white-faced man unfolded his long sword again, and the sword force, which was several times sharper than the last time, swept away the mountains and seas. His unrepentant energy was not artificial. Because he was on the thin line between life and death at the moment. If he couldn't get through, he would only die.
Ichijo, even he didn't expect that his sword moves would make a breakthrough at this moment.
If the situation wasn't critical, he might have applauded loudly for his sword, but he couldn't be in a happy mood in his current situation. The other warrior was in a much more embarrassed state. His dominant right hand was torn apart and he could only
He reluctantly used his unaccustomed left hand to hold the long sword and attack, but the long sword attack could not even perform half of his usual level.
When the white-faced man's long sword attacked, Zuo Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. He saw that this sword contained all of this man's willpower, and even he must take it seriously.
Zuo Feng did not dare to slack off. The giant sword was as weightless as a feather in his hand. He swept it diagonally and took out the warrior holding the long sword.
"Qiang"
The two weapons collided without any tricks. The long knife in the warrior's hand was directly knocked out and disintegrated into pieces in the air. Without even looking at it, his eyes showed despair.
The lustful warrior couldn't bear such a powerful attack and flew backwards, so he concentrated on the long sword of the white-faced man.
The giant sword had just been swung over, but before he could stop the momentum, Zuo Feng simply threw the giant sword away. The white-faced man didn't look happy at all when the sword came. Although the terrifying giant sword was not there, he knew
There is also a mysterious wrist guard in the sleeve of the young man in front of him. The wrist guard is also very solid.
Zuo Feng also reached out his hand unceremoniously and directly hit the sword.
A series of metal collisions sounded one after another, and the long sword's attack was indeed much sharper than before, and it also contained a silky soft power.
Zuo Feng felt that every time the prison lock and the long sword collided, they became a little heavier than before. The prison lock, which was already extremely heavy, had now become more than twice as heavy as before. If it weren't for
Zuo Feng himself is extremely powerful. An ordinary warrior in the early stage of tempering his muscles might not even be able to lift his hand.
Zuo Feng's wrist was affected by this huge force, and his movements became less flexible. The white-faced man seemed to have seen hope. The long sword changed its moves again, and fiercely greeted Zuo Feng. This time it seemed
He wanted to kill Zuo Feng with all his strength.
But Zuo Feng didn't panic at all. Instead, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although the sword move on the long sword had killing intent, it didn't have any killing intention. The white-faced man used this move completely to kill.
Force back the left wind to create conditions for your own escape.
How could such a trick go past Zuo Feng's keen perception? Zuo Feng took advantage of the situation and moved aside. As expected, the white-faced man reacted. The sword move that had been attacking without any return suddenly turned to attack.
In order to defend, at this moment the sword force returned to his side and spread out, protecting his body within the sword net.
His body also rushed out and rushed towards the mountain. He knew in his heart that he had tried his best just to get such an opportunity. If he didn't rush forward now, he would never be able to leave the top of the mountain again.
He no longer cared about anything at this time, such as giant swords and short spears, wrist guards and storage devices. These were no longer important compared to his own life.
But the moment his feet were almost towards the edge of the mountain, a biting wind suddenly appeared around him. The momentum carried by this wind was so strong that he felt a numbness in his scalp as soon as he noticed it.
However, he was very puzzled. If the other party forced his way into his sword net, the only one who would be injured would be the other party, and he might even lose his life. This person looked extremely calm and was definitely not a random person.
Without any chance to hesitate, the long sword counterattack immediately slashed in the direction of the opponent's strong wind. But when he saw that the attack was an arm, his whole body felt numb, and he felt too much in his heart.
Too much to understand.
The martial arts he just used made his opponent's weapons extremely heavy. Although the attack power is not too strong, it is very effective in assisting. In the previous fight, this young man was obviously unable to use it.
Being restrained by this heavy force, how could he launch such a ferocious blow again at this critical moment?
While he was puzzled, the long sword also exerted enough power to chop off the arm. What he was holding now was the last hope, that is, the opponent would launch a desperate attack. If he could not use his heavy wrist flexibly, he could directly cut the opponent's arm.
Cut off.
But just before the long sword collided with the prison lock, Zuo Feng's arm flexibly retracted a few inches, just enough for the prison lock and the opponent's long sword to collide.
There was a teeth-piercing metal collision sound, and then the prison lock hit the long sword heavily. The long sword couldn't bear such a heavy weight at all, and it twisted and deformed quickly, and finally hit the long sword together.
on the other person's body.
Immediately afterwards, the body began to twist and deform, the sound of bone cracking continued, and the white-faced man's face instantly turned blood red. When he flew away, his internal organs had been broken and spewed out from his mouth.
He thought that his martial arts skills were successful, but he didn't know that Zuo Feng had studied a soft boxing technique in his early years. That technique was originally acquired in the Spin Tower. He originally thought it was a very useless technique, but because of the prison lock on his body at that time,
, Zuo Feng instead thought of using the uncontrollable weight of the prison lock to launch a sharper attack.
This is a higher level of mastery of power. Ordinary people may not care about this set of techniques at all, and may even think that it is useless. But Zuo Feng has the Prison Lock and uses the Prison Lock to bring this technique to full use.
of vividly.
When the white-faced man flew backwards, another young man had just stood up. He felt that he had no hope of survival at this time. His companions were killed one by one by the evil-looking young man in front of him, and his own hands were completely destroyed.
. But at this moment, he saw the situation on another battlefield with his peripheral vision.
Amber seemed to have completely adapted to fighting with these two short spears, so she had no time to deal with the two people in front of her. As the short spears flew around, the two opponents were easily killed by it.
At this time, the remaining person on the top of the mountain felt infinitely shocked. There are not many warriors who can leapfrog and kill, but there are not so many such warriors who can leapfrog and kill several enemies higher than themselves. In other words, only some big families can.
can be cultivated.
But the two people in front of me are not very old, but they have extraordinary strength, and their attacks are clean and neat. It is usually difficult to meet such people, but I met two of them all at once. I'm afraid this is my luck.
My misfortune has reached its limit.
Zuo Feng raised his head and glanced at Amber, who also smiled slightly and walked towards the only warrior. At this time, the warrior had lost any thoughts of resistance. Amber's spear flashed past, and a belt appeared on the warrior's throat.
Falling to the ground with holes of blood.
"What's next for us? It seems we can't stay here for long, so it's better to leave here as soon as possible while those people are still fighting to the death."
After killing these people, Amber did not look at them again, but asked. Zuo Feng looked towards the entrance of the valley, but shook his head, took out the flame crystal, ignited it with spiritual power, and threw it at several corpses.