Zuo Feng's eyes were attracted by the booklet in the iron box, and that line of small words lingered in Zuo Feng's eyes like a spell, "The time of transportation is endless, and the breath between square inches is continuous, and the force is ...... to the force."

This martial art is not a separate fist, palm, knife, sword type of martial arts, but a kind of luck and strength tricks, this kind of martial arts is generally in the face of those who are lower than their own cultivation, can defeat the opponent more quickly and effectively.

But since the other party's cultivation is not as good as his own, his aura and physical strength are naturally worse than his own, and in this case, this kind of martial art is extremely weak. So Zuo Feng didn't take it too seriously when he saw it for the first time, but after seeing the contents, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Then Zuo Feng picked up the booklet again, looked through it cursoryly, and then put it in his arms with a happy face. Then he continued to walk towards the passage, after all, he had fought two battles on the second floor just now, and it took a lot of time.

Shortly after the left wind entered the passage, the spiral tower also trembled slightly at this time and continued to rotate. There were also more than a dozen small doors on the second floor, and some losers came out of them. The second floor of the stone tower also has stone steps extending from the wall, and some of those who fail are more seriously injured and go down the stairs, and those who are not seriously injured jump directly down from the second floor.

The group of team leaders waiting below smiled and shook their heads with a sigh at this time. The fancy man who came with Zuo Feng was also among the losers, Uncle Tian saw that he was the only one who was eliminated, smiled and nodded, his eyes subconsciously looked towards the third floor of the stone tower, the old man in the green shirt didn't pay attention to those losers at all, but paid attention to the changes in the stone tower, and when he saw that the stone tower stopped after a week of normal rotation this time, he was slightly relieved. Then he turned the empty hourglass in his hand upside down again, and then slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, Manager Wang was 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, where a tall and thin young man was standing in the center of the hall casually. The young man's sallow face and thin figure matched him like a sick ghost who had not recovered from a long-term illness.

When he saw this yellow-faced man, Zuo Feng's face also became solemn, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "The trial has reached the third layer, and the rest are all extremely strong people. I'm afraid the next battle will become more and more difficult. When Zuofeng was carefully looking at the yellow-faced youth, the young man couldn't stop looking at his Zuofeng. Then the yellow-faced man said with a sneer: "I didn't expect a little ghost like you to be able to come to the third layer, it seems that the strength of the people who participated in the trial this year is not very good." You have two options, die...... Or go back the way you came. ”

Seeing that the yellow-faced man was so disdainful of himself, Zuo Feng didn't feel angry at all. I am afraid that his age has also become a protective color invisibly, and the more the other party looks down on him like this, the easier it will be for him to win by surprise.

Seeing that Zuo Feng continued to look at him indifferently, the yellow-faced young man crossed the corner of his mouth with a hint of a smile, and said: "Actually, I really don't want you to leave, I like to listen to the screams and screams of children before they die." Looking at the appearance of your fine skin and tender meat, it must be more wonderful when dismembered. ”

The yellow-faced man said as he spoke, and a slight blush appeared on his yellow face as if he was excited, and then he coughed violently. Anyone who knows this young man will know that this is a precursor to what he is about to do.

The yellow-faced young man who was originally bowing his head and coughing violently suddenly had a hideous look on his lowered face, and then his body gradually shook. Zuo Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, as he could clearly see that when the yellow-faced man's body swayed, he quickly took strange small steps under his feet.

There is a certain rhythm in this small pace, so that people can't help but listen carefully. But in Zuo Feng's sea of thoughts, a trace of thought suddenly spread in his mind, and then his mind suddenly sobered up. This pace actually had the function of disturbing other people's minds, and 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 pace of the other party, trying to find some tricks from it.

The yellow-faced man smiled coldly, and then continued to walk with strange steps, and slowly came to Zuo Feng. With a slight wave of his arm, a foot-long dagger flew out of his sleeve, and the yellow-faced man accurately held the dagger and slashed at Zuofeng's arm.

Just when the dagger was about to slash Zuo Feng, Zuo Feng's dull eyes instantly returned to brightness. The left arm was raised to meet the dagger, and at the same time, the right fist was also full of spiritual power and hit the yellow-faced man in front of him.

This change came too suddenly, and when the yellow-faced man saw Zuo Feng's eyes flickering, he knew that he was being put on a move by the other party. But at this time, the dagger had already been slashed down and could not be withdrawn, so he could only raise his other hand to protect it.

"Ding, bang"

The yellow-faced man's dagger was knocked flying by the prison lock on Zuofeng's wrist, and almost at the same time his right fist slammed into the yellow-faced man's arm. The yellow-faced man raised his hand in defense in a hurry, and Zuo Feng's right fist also slammed into his chest with the opponent's arm.

Although the right arm does not have the terrifying power of the left arm, it also has a lot of destructive power. The yellow-faced young man's body was beaten backwards, and his feet dragged on the ground for more than two feet before he could barely stop the momentum, and then he covered his chest with his hands and coughed violently.

After the yellow-faced man coughed a few times, he raised his head with a resentful face, gritted his teeth and said, "Little cub, you are so calculating." I was able to not be afraid of my 'Phantom Sound Step', good, good, good. ”

When the yellow-faced man said the end, he said three "good" words in a row, and then took out more than a dozen black balls from his arms. Although Zuo Feng didn't know what this black ball was, he also vigilantly put on a defensive posture.

I saw the yellow-faced man wave his hand again and again, and quickly threw the black ball. None of the balls flew to the left, but instead to the walls around the hall. Zuo Feng was still a little puzzled, but then he also knew what the other party was going to do.

Because each black ball was aimed at a spiritual stone on the wall, the black ball exploded into a puddle of black liquid after being hit. This black liquid is extremely viscous, and it will instantly envelop the Spiritual Stone in it. As the black balls burst open, the light in the room became less and less, and finally it fell into darkness completely.

The hall was completely enclosed, and once the Aura Stones were obscured, no other light could shine in. And in this environment, the two of them must fight in the dark.

Just when the hall was completely dark, the yellow-faced man suddenly sneered and said, "Tell you, I'm actually not good at frontal fighting. I'm an assassin, I love the dark, I love assassination, I love the feeling of torturing people to madness in the dark. You wait...... Hey. ”

The voice echoed softly in the hall, but in the next moment, Zuo Feng's body moved. He suddenly rushed to his left, and without pause, he spun around, and swept out with the strength of his spinning legs.

"Bang"

There was a dull crash, followed by the muffled grunt of the yellow-faced man in the darkness, and then the sound of him falling to the ground and tumbling.

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 lightly: "Because you have too much nonsense, are all assassins like you talking nonsense?"

The yellow-faced man coughed violently again, as if Zuo Feng's words had deeply stimulated him. After a while, the yellow-faced man spoke again resentfully: "Little cub, this is what you brought on yourself, I won't let you die happily." ”

This time, the yellow-faced man was silent, and his gasps disappeared, and he completely melted into the darkness. Seeing this situation, Zuo Feng did not show the slightest panic, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a pitch-black short blade appeared with a slight flick of his palm.

Then Zuo Feng's body also moved slowly, but he also collected his breath and sound. Since that time before killing the little six sons to save the master, he has regained his understanding of perception, and he has also taken some time out to study it during this time.

Having lost his ability to telepathize, he is now back to his former state, relying on his keen senses of sight, hearing, and smell to perceive everything around him. Although there was no light in this complete darkness, and the vision was completely lost, with Zuo Feng's keen sense of hearing and smell, he was still able to roughly judge the position of the opponent.

He could feel that the yellow-faced man was quietly circling behind him, cautiously lurking towards him. But he couldn't grasp the exact location of the other party, and as soon as his heart moved, Zuo Feng showed a smile, reached out and took out a paper bag, and then casually sprinkled the powder in the paper bag around himself. Then Zuo Feng himself began to hold his breath, because he didn't dare to inhale the powder at this time.

The yellow-faced man moved towards the left wind, his ears twitching slightly. His specially trained ears had completely locked on to the left wind's position, and he unconsciously pinned Tian's slightly dry lips from nervousness. As an excellent assassin specially cultivated since childhood, Zuo Feng's calmness at this time made him feel a little uneasy.

But he has not taken any advantage so far, but has repeatedly made himself deflated, which also makes the yellow-faced man very angry. Then he no longer hesitated to speed up his pace and stabbed towards the left wind.

But just after the yellow-faced man stepped within a foot of the left wind, it was also the last time he took a gentle breath. After this breath, he would hold his breath until the assassination was complete, but it was this last gentle breath that made him feel an itch in his chest.

"Ahem"

Although he only coughed lightly, the yellow-faced man secretly exclaimed, 'Not good'. Just as he was about to retreat quickly, he felt a slight chill in his left chest.

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