Seeing Zuo Feng attacking Fujikata again, Fujikata and the man in the short shirt both showed a sinister smile. Zuo Feng keenly took all of this into his eyes. Although his expression did not change, he smiled coldly in his heart.

Although Zuo Feng stepped forward, he maintained a half-squatting position, and this time he raised his left fist with the prison lock. Seeing Zuo Feng's punch, although Fuji Fang pretended to be caught off guard on the surface, his steps under his feet were not chaotic at all.

Just as Zuo Feng had guessed, when the fist was a foot away from Fujikata, the long whip came and wrapped around his wrist again. Zuo Feng hurriedly withdrew his fist in a panic, but his eyes were cold and flashing with a fierce wrist, and he grabbed the long whip wrapped around his hand.

Immediately after that, the left arm of the left wind pulled towards Huainei, and the strength of his left arm now even exceeded that of a thousand catties, and the man in the short shirt was caught off guard and immediately rushed towards the left wind with instability. Fuji Fang was swinging his sword and stabbing at Zuo Feng's throat, but suddenly found that the man in the short shirt was pulled off the ground by Zuo Feng.

Fujikata, who is selfish by nature, did not hesitate to turn around and dodge, and if Fujikata grabbed the man in the short shirt at this moment, Zuo Feng would be helpless. But Fuji Fang's reaction was also completely expected by Zuo Feng, after all, the man in the short shirt had the strength of the second level of the bone refining period, although he was flustered at this time, he hurriedly raised his arms to protect his head, and at the same time did not forget to glare at Fuji Fang fiercely.

The man in the short shirt also saw Zuo Feng with his bare hands, so although his body flew straight over uncontrollably, he was not too worried. Fujikata also noticed the cold gaze of his companion when he dodged, and sighed secretly in his heart, so he had to follow and rush forward, preparing to seize the gap between Zuo Feng and the man in the short shirt to carry out a sneak attack.

At this time, Zuo Feng had already invisibly regained the initiative, although the man in the short shirt was higher in the second level of bone refining, he obviously did not intend to fight with Zuo Feng from the beginning. As long as Fujikata can't make a move, then he can kill the short-shirted man first without any worries.

Zuo Feng raised his leg without hesitation and kicked at the man in the short shirt. Although he didn't use any martial arts, Zuo Feng's modified body was extremely strong in itself. When the man saw that the other party was just kicking, he was even more secretly happy in his heart, and immediately poured all his spiritual power into his arms and went to the left wind's leg.

"Bang"

After a muffled sound, the face of the man in the short shirt also became extremely ugly. He originally saw that Zuo Feng did not use martial arts in a hurry, but such an ordinary leg made him feel as if he had been hit by a giant hammer. There was a sharp pain in his arms, and the tremendous force sent him flying upside down like a ball.

Although Zuo Feng still has the martial art of Yunlang Palm, this martial art itself consumes too much spiritual power, and that Yunlang Palm cannot be used smoothly every time.

Fujikata was originally following behind the side looking for an opportunity, but after a muffled sound, his companion in the shirt immediately flew back upside down and crashed into him. Fujikata dodged almost subconsciously, but as soon as his body moved, he knew that the two of them were completely caught up in each other's plans. The two times before and after, Zuofeng used the long whip of the man in the short shirt and the selfish character of Fujikata to lead the two by the nose.

Zuo Feng kicked out, and the angle was aimed at Tengfang, and Fuji Fang was also very obedient to dodge. Seizing this opportunity, the left wind quickly rushed towards Fujikata. Despite being in a trap, the left wind is able to reach its speed at short distances.

The left wind rushed back and forth to the vine side like a cloud, and with the momentum of the forward rush, the right leg kicked out flat. Fuji Fang was panicked at this time to dodge the body of the man in the short shirt flying upside down, and found that Zuo Feng's leg had been kicked in the chest. There was no time to dodge, so he could barely turn around and use his shoulder to catch Zuofeng's fierce leg.

With a muffled sound, Fujikata's body flew out like a man in a short shirt. At this moment, the man in the short shirt also flew out of Zhang Xu Yuan, and the long whip straightened his body in the air for a slight pause, and he was pulled back by Zuo Feng fiercely.

At this time, the man in the short shirt was very depressed, because he was afraid that the long whip would slip off when he was in use, he would pull the rope sleeve at the end of the long whip at his wrist every time. At this time, he was overtaken by the other party like a marionette, and he couldn't get rid of the pull of the long whip.

Faced with such a dilemma, the man in the short shirt could only lift his arms again in pain. He was hoping that Fujikata would be able to arrive in time, and he believed that as long as he could hold off Zuo Feng for a while, Fujikata would come to the rescue in time even if it was not good.

But the hope that had just risen was vanished after another "close contact" with Zuo Feng. This time, Zuo Feng directly smashed the opponent's arms directly with his left arm with the prison lock.

"Click"

Two crisp bone cracking sounds sounded in a row, and the man in the short shirt flew up again with a painful face. This time he really knew how terrifying the opponent's left arm was, and almost at the moment of contact with the opponent's arm guard, both forearms were smashed and fractured and deformed.

Left Wind rushed forward this time after the man in the shirt who was flying upside down, and before the man in the shirt was about to land, his left arm was already spinning like a windmill.

"Whew...... Whew"

A low sound sounded in the small tournament hall, and the hairs of the man in the short shirt stood on end when he heard the terrifying sound. Where is this still a human arm, this is clearly the sound that can only be made by wielding a giant hammer.

The body of the left wind rushing forward was already shaking slightly, which is what only happens when the left arm is about to lose control. And he was in great pain right now, and this attack was something he had just come up with.

Although this attack is very powerful, it also puts a lot of burden on one's shoulders and body. If it weren't for the special transformation of his body, even if he was replaced by an ordinary early stage martial artist, I am afraid that his arm would be directly torn apart.

"You, what kind of arm are you. No...... No....... ”

The body of the man in the short shirt had just fallen to the ground at this time, and his eyes were full of horror after seeing this scene, and his mouth trembled and he said in a sharp voice that was not like a human voice.

But then Zuo Feng's arm gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, and the man in the short shirt barely raised his broken arm to protect it in front of him, which was the only thing he could do at this time.

"Knock ......"

A loud voice resounded and echoed in the hall for a long time, and even the whole hall trembled slightly. Fujikata didn't stabilize his body until a loud voice sounded, and he was raising his long sword and rushing towards it. The next moment, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, and his mouth opened and closed slightly and murmured: "This, how can it be, how can it be?"

Just as he was rushing over just now, he happened to see Zuo Feng smash his left arm at the short-shirted young man. What followed was a horrific scene of blood splattering, with blood and shredded flesh splattering everywhere in a two-foot radius centered on the head of the man in the short shirt.

At this time, the short-shirted man could no longer see anything complete above his chest and abdomen, only white bone residue and some hair mixed in the minced flesh, which made people look disgusting. Seeing a small pit smashing into the ground under the minced meat, Fujikata's mind went blank at this time.

Zuo Feng slowly turned around, and at this time, Zuo Feng was like a demon god, stained red with blood, and there were still a few pieces of minced meat stuck to his body. Seeing Zuo Feng looking here, Fujikata's body trembled uncontrollably, subconsciously took a few steps back, and said in a slightly sharp tone: "Don't, don't come here." You, what are you going to do?"

Seeing Fuji Fang's appearance, Zuo Feng calmed down a little, and said coldly: "You go, I won't kill you." ”

Hearing Zuo Feng's words, Fuji Fang also seemed to come back to his senses, and the expression on his face became cloudy. But after hesitating for a moment, as if he had made some difficult decision, he spoke again: "I will defeat you, I will kill you." If you don't die, I'll never want to come out. ”

After saying that, Fujikata's face showed a kind of madness. Reaching into his arms, he took out a small wooden box, opened the box, and inside was a pill. Zuo Feng couldn't help frowning after just one glance, this pill was much worse than the "Spirit Pill" he had taken.

The pill in Fujikata's hand could barely be counted as a pill, and the surface of the pill was rough and uneven, without any luster. After Zuo Feng thought for a moment, he said coldly: "This medicine was given to you by Zhang Yu, I advise you not to take it." Even if you rely on medicine to improve your strength in a short period of time, I believe that the price is definitely not something you can afford. ”

Fujikata's hand holding the wooden box trembled slightly, but there was a hideous smile on his face. Said slowly: "Hmph, you're scared." I know the side effects of this pill, and at most I can recover from it after a few months of rest. It's worth it to trample you under your feet at such a small price!"

Zuo Feng heard him say this, and looked at Fuji Fang's appearance at this time. He knew that no matter what he said, it was useless, and his heart had completely fallen into madness.

Fujikata stared at Zuo Feng with a sneer, slowly took out the pill in the wooden box, threw it into his mouth without hesitation, and then chewed it a few times before swallowing it with a "grunt". Seeing that he finally took the medicine, Zuo Feng shook his head helplessly.

The effect of the pill was soon apparent, and Fujikata's face instantly showed a look of pain, and at the same time, a low roar came out of his mouth. The roar was almost inaudible at first, but then began to grow into a hoarse roar. Fujikata's body also began to tremble constantly, and there was an irregular and strange bulge on the surface of his body, and his already unstable aura was even more disordered at the moment.

Zuo Feng watched all this coldly, and he was not ready to interrupt, although he did not know the medicine that Fujikata was taking. But he was able to judge that if he made a rash move now, Fujikata might be killed on the spot by the backlash of the medicine. Although he was reluctant to see Fuji Fang go on so crazy, Zuo Feng could only wait quietly like this.

After about a quarter of an hour, Fujikata's aura finally calmed down after fluctuating for a while, and at this moment, his cultivation had reached the level of the third level of the bone refining stage. And his whole body swelled up, and some muscles and veins were already high and bulging, and even had the feeling of bursting his skin.

This is simply the "violent disintegration" in an incomplete form, this stupid person would actually believe Zhang Yu. Zuo Feng's eyes froze when he saw Fujikata's current appearance, and he whispered to himself [This book was first published from, and I will see the genuine content for the first time!]