Chapter 307: Winning or Losing is Hard to Determine

"clang"

A loud noise like a bell shook the whole place, and Zuo Feng's eardrums almost lost their hearing in the loud noise. Such an astonishing collision shocked both the warrior surnamed Wang and Zuo Feng, and Zuo Feng clearly saw the collision.

The gray-black iron fist of the corpse puppet and the prison lock worn on Zuo Feng's arm collided together without any tricks. Almost at the moment of the collision, both of them trembled as if they had been electrocuted. Zuo Feng was better, but his whole arm was directly bounced high, while the corpse puppet was shaken and stepped back several steps, and even the arm that punched was twisted backwards strangely.

Zuo Feng had not noticed before that the skin of the corpse puppet was very similar to the prison lock he was wearing. Zuo Feng guessed that there should be some connection between the two, but with Zuo Feng's current level of weapon refining, he still couldn't see it. Find out what materials both are made of.

The warrior surnamed Wang also had a dull expression for a moment, but then he stared at the prison lock on Zuo Feng's arm and said excitedly: "Young man actually has some high-quality goods on you. Where did you get this arm guard from?" Come on. If you tell me honestly, I might consider keeping your body intact."

Zuo Feng wouldn't talk nonsense with him. After stabilizing his figure, he immediately launched an attack on the warrior named Wang. Zuo Feng knew that now was not the time to worry about anything else. As long as he could kill the warrior named Wang in front of him, he would have plenty of time to study the corpse puppet carefully.

Zuo Feng's strategy for dealing with the warrior surnamed Wang was the same as Xiao Wu's, but the difference was that Zuo Feng's cultivation was relatively weak, but the warrior surnamed Wang was not at his peak at this time. Seeing Zuo Feng attacking him again, the warrior surnamed Wang opened his long sword and struck Zuo Feng fiercely. The sword was surprisingly long, and he saw that Zuo Feng had no other weapons except the arm guard, so he obviously intended to bully Zuo Feng.

Deliberately avoiding the arm guard on his right hand, the long sword slashed diagonally from left to right from downward to upward. If he was hit by this sword, Zuo Feng would be split into two pieces immediately. But just when the long sword was about to reach Zuo Feng's crotch, a black dagger suddenly appeared in Zuo Feng's left hand, just in time to block the sword.

Zuo Feng seemed to have expected such a despicable move from the warrior surnamed Wang. The moment he blocked the long sword, he aimed his right foot at the nahai area of ​​his lower abdomen and kicked it out.

"Bang"

After a muffled sound, the two of them stepped back at the same time, with unsightly expressions on their faces. The warrior surnamed Wang was because Zuo Feng suddenly produced this dagger, causing his sword to return in vain. Although he could barely resist the cruel kick, it immediately caused an injury on his shoulder. The shoulder that had stopped bleeding was immediately soaked with blood.

Zuo Feng's face was equally ugly. He had channeled enough spiritual power into that kick. Although he did not use any martial arts, according to his previous estimation, the warrior surnamed Wang should not be able to resist it at all. However, the warrior surnamed Wang still used his arm to resist the kick, and it seemed that although his shoulder injury did not get better, his spiritual power recovered faster than Zuo Feng imagined.

How could such a situation not make Zuo Feng anxious? As long as the warrior surnamed Wang recovered half of his spiritual power, he would definitely have the strength to kill him. What comforted Zuo Feng was that the corpse puppet had not moved even half a minute since the last fight. It seemed that the recovery of mental power was much slower than the recovery of spiritual power.

At this time, Zuo Feng was already riding a tiger. He had no other choice but to launch attacks desperately, trying to give the warrior surnamed Wang no chance to recover his spiritual power. However, the battle was still somewhat disadvantageous for Zuo Feng. Although the warrior surnamed Wang was injured, he was tall and had long arms. Coupled with the long sword that was one size larger, it was very difficult for Zuo Feng to deal with it.

The warrior surnamed Wang didn't expect Zuo Feng to have such combat power at first, and he fell into a passive position for a moment, but in a blink of an eye he slowly regained the initiative. The combat experience of a warrior in the tendon-tempering stage is still much richer than that of Zuo Feng, a young man at the fifth level of the bone-refining stage, and his use of moves is even more clever and cunning.

At this time, Zuo Feng had no other choice. After gritting his teeth secretly, he held the dagger in his left hand and pressed it on his right arm. With a thought in his mind, the prison lock disappeared. Although Zuo Feng didn't want to reveal the fact that he had Najing, he couldn't think of a better way to deal with the enemy at the moment. He could only put away the prison locks first to free himself from the constraints and increase his strength.

The warrior surnamed Wang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes showed greed, and he said with a smile: "I can't believe that the little guy has so many good things, and even has such things as Chu Jing. It seems that today It is destined to be my day of great harvest, and all your things will belong to me.”

Before he could finish his excited words, Zuo Feng's figure in front of him quickly blurred. Zuo Feng split into three parts and turned into three figures. He simply ignored the words of the warrior named Wang and rushed towards him. After removing the prison lock, Zuo Feng's speed, strength and spiritual power have improved by more than one level, and the activation of the clone technique can be completed in the blink of an eye.

The warrior surnamed Wang's eyes narrowed, and the excitement on his face disappeared. It was only then that he began to pay attention to Zuo Feng. Not only was Zuo Feng showing fighting prowess at this time, but also because of the various enviable treasures Zuo Feng kept appearing, it was impossible for such a young man to have no background. Now he not only wanted to devour Zuo Feng's things, but he also didn't dare to leave Zuo Feng alive.

If the young man in front of him escapes by chance and provokes another super power, then the master of the sect may not be able to protect himself. The warrior surnamed Wang made up his mind, and immediately launched the long sword moves, rushing to attack Zuo Feng in front. At this time, the warrior surnamed Wang had already made up his mind, and he used his powerful martial arts without reservation. The spiritual energy on the long sword rolled, and the skin could feel the pain of being cut at a distance of several inches.

Although the warrior surnamed Wang also wanted to kill Zuo Feng before, he would capture Zuo Feng first and force him to tell what he wanted to know before killing him. But seeing the little ghost in front of him, all kinds of strange things appeared frequently, and the arm guard on his hand was similar to the material of his corpse puppet, and there was a storage crystal on his body, which was something he had dreamed of for a long time.

If he could get the storage crystal, he could carry the corpse puppet on his body without anyone noticing in the future. When fighting with others, he would suddenly release it, which would inevitably make the opponent unable to react. Although the warrior surnamed Wang didn't know the quality of Zuo Feng's storage device, he guessed that the quality of the storage crystal should not be low because he could easily put such a thick arm guard in it.

There are many disciples of Guiling Sect in this large area. Even if Zuo Feng runs away from here, as long as he sends a signal, he can mobilize a large number of people to capture him. But in that case, it would be difficult for him to quietly swallow the things on the young man, and the treasures obtained in the sect are now almost all selected by the eldest son Guixiang of Ren.

Thinking of these reasons, the warrior surnamed Wang also had a hint of ferocity on his face, and he wanted to kill Zuo Feng here without alerting others. And this idea actually hit Zuo Feng's heart, because Zuo Feng is now most afraid that the warrior surnamed Wang will be angry and call his companions to come and kill him without any shame.

The warrior surnamed Wang drew several strange arcs with his long sword, and the sword light did not dissipate for a long time in front of him. At this time, Zuo Feng had also transformed into three figures, and he used the method of drunken fist afterimage that he learned from Ding Hao. However, the next moment, Zuo Feng's three figures gradually blurred, and then suddenly dissipated in front of the warrior surnamed Wang.

"Ding, Ding."

Three crisp metal collision sounds sounded in front of the warrior surnamed Wang. When the last figure was affected, Zuo Feng's figure gradually appeared in front of him. At this time, both of them looked at each other in shock. The warrior surnamed Wang couldn't believe that his martial arts would be cracked by others, and in such a strange way. The several sword lights that lingered in front of him before had long disappeared.

Zuo Feng was no less shocked than the other party. In the short time when he was found to stand up, he had already carefully put the resurrection liquid into his mouth. It was not until the warrior surnamed Wang talked to him that Zuo Feng swallowed the resurrection liquid into his stomach. What Zuo Feng used before was the instant killing technique of clones.

After the little beast Nifeng noticed that Zuo Feng had swallowed the Fu Ling, he already knew that Zuo Feng was going to use the clone instant kill method, so Nifeng had been releasing the beast energy since the start. Zuo Feng did not use it at the beginning, he also wanted to use this self-created martial arts as a killer.

When Zuo Feng found that the warrior surnamed Wang recovered his spiritual power faster than he expected, Zuo Feng knew that such a fight would only be more disadvantageous to him, so he decisively used the clone instant kill method. But he did not expect that the opponent also used martial arts at this time, and the sword light seemed to be like a real sword protecting him in front of him.

Zuo Feng had never seen such a martial art, but judging from its power, he could be sure that it must be of a high level. Combining spiritual power with the sword itself and temporarily releasing spiritual power in the form of a sword entity is almost something that only warriors in the Qi Refining Stage can do, but now the warrior in front of him has just entered the Muscle Tempering Stage.

Zuo Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he did not dare to give the opponent any breathing time. Even though he had just collided three times in a row, his palms were a little numb. Although it seems that the other two are afterimages, in fact, when Zuo Feng uses the clone to kill instantly, the three figures all have the ability to attack. Similarly, no matter which of the three figures is attacked, Zuo Feng himself will be injured.

Therefore, the three collisions also make Zuo Feng fight with the opponent three times. Zuo Feng's side is a physical collision, and Wang's martial arts is cracked, and the loss is spiritual power. However, for Wang's martial arts, spiritual power is the most precious. In this way, it seems that Zuo Feng has a slight advantage.

The two stared at each other with flickering eyes. Zuo Feng kept twisting his numb wrist, and Wang took the time to adjust his breath and recover. The next moment, the eyes of the two flashed with sharp light at the same time, and they spread their bodies and rushed towards the person opposite.