After Feng Luo's competition that day, he returned to the territory to intensify his cultivation, not only himself, but also the villagers. He asked Li Lu to teach the secret method of cultivating pulse qi, and everyone cultivated together.

The Pulse Technique was relatively simple to cultivate, but since he knew that the improvement of the pulse qi came at the cost of consuming his vitality, Feng Luo decided not to teach the Pulse Technique to others. Li Lu had learned the basic techniques in a sect and was expelled for various reasons.

The effect of Li Lu's recipe is average, and the villagers lack the support of various medicinal materials, which is just right. Feng Luo doesn't require them to be able to go into battle to kill the enemy, just have one more ability to save their lives.

Feng Luo's cultivation of the Eight-Armed Divine Fist progressed very quickly, and the veins of the joints of his right arm were completely opened. The veins of the left elbow joint and the knee joint of both legs are opened up on the back of the lion, and then the accumulation of time is accumulated.

There is an extra vein on the joint, it is like an extra broad avenue, and the cultivation is a rising tide, and after returning home and cultivating a little, he jumps into the sixth layer of the vein. The Dragon's Silence is even more consummating, and once there is an opportunity, it can be completely successful.

After all aspects were basically perfected, Feng Luo turned his attention to the war between the two countries. All he could do, except harass small troops around him, was to assassinate.

But not every assassination goes well, and there are occasional hard ideas. After sunset, he sneaked into the camp. He hid for a long time, and waited for people to pass before he came out of his hiding place.

Feng Luo used his pulse qi to press a shallow pit into the ground, covering his body with a wooden plank and covering it with dirt. Walking through it at night, it is no different from the usual flat land.

After listening to the whispers for two hours and gathering some useful information, Feng Luo felt that the time had come. He walked through the camp and came across a tent to kill him.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he stopped his steps and fell backwards. The wind was blowing, and something flew in front of him. From the fluctuations, he felt that it was a condensed vein.

"Whew!" the pulse flew by, with a little sound, and the degree of condensation was very high. Feng Luo thought that he couldn't reach such a level, if he hadn't used the scroll, then this person's cultivation would be above himself.

Feng Luo took two steps back and quickly attacked the place where the pulse qi came from. Under his deliberate disguise, the cultivation talent shown showed the second layer. In this way, it seems that there is a large gap with the other party, and it will not cause alarm.

He guessed that the other party would not warn the others, because the pulse was a master of cultivation. To be able to catch or kill one such person on his own is not a small credit. When the other party finds that there is such an opportunity to practice, eighty percent will not share it with others.

The dagger in his hand poked out and stabbed straight into the darkness. It's fast, and it seems to cut through the gaps in the air.

"Huh?" the other party exclaimed, flashing to the side. But such an attack was not enough to cause harm, so the man still did not call.

Feng Luo maintained his previous speed and continued to stab, being dodged by the opponent one by one. His current state is completely a posture of trying to sneak attack, but being recognized by others, and he is helpless.

"Hmph, Grains of Light!" the man snorted softly, clearly dissatisfied with being at a disadvantage. Obviously, he cultivated a lot of heights, but in front of the opponent's desperate attack methods, he had no chance to make a move.

Feng Luo was really angry when he saw that the other party moved, and he didn't dare to push too hard, so his movements slowed down slightly. When the man saw this, he was overjoyed, thinking that Feng Luo was unable to continue, and flashed to the side with strange steps.

In the hand, the weapon was two strange steel claws. The pulse qi is input, and there is a flash of fine light!

Pulser!

Feng Luo was taken aback, the opponent's cultivation is higher, and there is a pulse, this is tricky!

However, Feng Luo will not back down because of this, but has a kind of anticipation of fighting. The blood is boiling, Feng Luo's cultivation remains unchanged, but the momentum is skyrocketing.

"The old man's pulse is eight levels, six levels higher than you, can he win by brute force?"

"If your cultivation is not as good as you, I can still kill you! It's still too late to escape now!" Feng Luo whispered back.

The man's voice was sluggish, obviously angry, and he exhaled a long breath and said, "I will pull out your tongue and pull out your eyeballs, and know what it means to have eyes without beads!"

The conversation between the two people was very quiet, and after they finished speaking, they stopped talking and quickly fought to one place.

In the dark, Feng Luo took a big advantage, and by listening to the voice, he knew where the other party was. Although that person relied on advanced cultivation and also had the ability to listen to sounds and distinguish objects, his accuracy was lower than that of Feng Luo.

The two-claw attack is very sharp, the move is vicious, and the attack is more important parts. Feng Luo avoided it very thrillingly, and if he was not careful, his shoulder was scratched.

Unlike ordinary weapons, the pulser has a special attack method under the influence of pulse energy. The steel claw in front of him seems to be hard, but after the pulse qi is input, it is not only sharper, but also deformed!

Obviously it had already been avoided, but the steel claw suddenly bent in reverse, pulled back, and attacked in the same way. Sometimes enough distance has been avoided, but the steel claws are not straightened and can be stabbed forward.

Feng Luo was very embarrassed, and if he continued like this, even if he used all his tricks, he would be defeated.

The more the man fought, the more frightened he became, obviously the gap in cultivation was very large, and he had an advantage, but he was never able to kill the other party. A lot of tricks, just a line off.

Of course, he doesn't want to admit that his opponent has such strength to avoid, and he always regards it as a coincidence in his heart. The second layer of the pulse exhibition can actually support more than ten moves under his full attack, how can he mix it up when he says it?

Especially just now, this assassin who did not know the height of the sky actually told him to flee and was a naked insult! He swore in his heart that he would kill this person with his own hands!

The man began to get agitated, but soon changed. Because he suddenly found that his mentality was not good, he was too impetuous in the fight, and it was easy to affect the victory or defeat. The other party can support it, maybe because of adapting to the darkness.

After figuring it out, the man was no longer anxious, and his shots became unhurried and rhythmic. Relying on the gap in cultivation, it will slowly grind you to death. Of course, there is no problem with this.

Feng Luo felt that his opponent's attack was weakening, and stamped his foot hard, struggling to make a few moves, but he was neutralized. With the cultivation of the eighth layer of the pulse exhibition, blocking his moves, of course he can't, not to mention the fake decoration is low.

A few tricks didn't work, Feng Luo took a few breaths before he could block it. As he shifted his position, he seemed to be trying to find a way to escape.

"Look at the move!" Feng Luo snorted softly and attacked again. This attack was a little stronger just now. At this time, it can be regarded as a real desperate!

The man's path remained the same, continued to guard the door, and followed Feng Luo to grind slowly, not giving him a chance.

Feng Luo used a few fierce attacks to force the people back, quickly changed direction, and swept towards the other side.

"Hehe, I knew you wanted to escape, did you think you had a chance?" the man smiled smugly, flashing to the path where Feng Luo had escaped.