Chapter 4319: The more you beat him, the stronger he becomes

The horrible destructive effect caused Yin Wuliu so much damage that it was difficult to describe in words. As a result, even after such damage, he still had to face the subsequent attacks.

This was undoubtedly a double whammy for Yin Wuliu, but this was exactly the effect and purpose that Zuo Feng wanted to achieve. At the critical moment, Yin Wuliu did not hesitate to use the method of spraying blood to reduce the pressure in his chest and body, so that he could restore the circulation of some spiritual energy as soon as possible.

Yin Wuliu knew very well that if he allowed the opponent's attack to fall, he would really not survive this time.

Spraying blood mist could only affect the line of sight and slow down Zuo Feng's attack, but it could not really block it at all. Zuo Feng rushed directly through the blood mist and came to Yin Wuliu. His fists filled with terrifying destructive power stabbed straight at him like two long spears.

His arms had already been crossed in front of him to protect him. In this way, the second fight between Yin Wuliu and Zuo Feng collided in such a hurry.

Yin Wuliu was not prepared, and he could even say that he was not prepared, and Zuo Feng's situation was not much stronger. It was just because the destructive effect of the previous Cloud Wave Palm was unexpected, Zuo Feng keenly caught the opportunity.

Just like a shark smelling blood, Zuo Feng's murderous intent suddenly rose, and he hastily mobilized his spiritual energy to attack without being prepared.

It was completely different from the previous collision. There was no explosion of dark energy, and no surging spiritual energy entangled with each other. Although the attack this time used spiritual energy, the real destructive power was still released through pure physical strength.

Zuo Feng could feel the touch brought by his fist. The so-called "fist to flesh" is the most direct word to describe the current situation.

Yin Wuliu felt it more purely and directly, because the front of his arms seemed to be hit by two giant hammers. Under this attack, the arm bones of both arms were twisted rapidly, then cracks appeared, and then completely broken.

It happened in the blink of an eye. Yin Wuliu grimaced in pain, and blood couldn't help spurting out of his mouth again.

When he was defending with all his strength, he did not expect that this second attack would actually cause him such heavy damage.

When he was quietly following and observing before, he had already judged that the cultivation level of the handsome young man in front of him was probably in the middle stage of anti-bone refining, about level 5 or 6.

So when the opponent chased him, Yin Wuliu chose to grit his teeth and defend, trying his best to resist the opponent's attack. This Yin Wuliu is also experienced. He knows very well that with Zuo Feng's current state, even if he mobilized a little spiritual energy, the main destructive power still depends on physical strength.

In fact, Yin Wuliu's judgment is not wrong, but he does not know how perverted the young man in front of him is. Especially when the body was transformed with the help of the beast soul, it not only completed the world's only control of the sea of ​​thoughts, but also the sea of ​​​​condensation of thoughts, and the body was far superior to ordinary human warriors.

This description is not appropriate. To be more precise, Zuo Feng's body is no longer a pure human. From the moment the beast soul was transformed, it was already a body that combined the human race and the beast race.

Those who have not really fought with Zuo Feng cannot imagine how such a terrifying destructive force can be released from such a body. And those who have fought with him will be shocked to find that what they see is simply a transformed demon beast.

Although Zuo Feng is only in the middle stage of bone refining now, the destructive power of his body has reached the level of a demon beast in the early stage of the third stage. If it is a demon beast, it is even close to the level of the early stage of the fourth stage.

In this way, Zuo Feng's terrifying physical strength, combined with the spiritual energy he mobilized, produced a destructive effect that Yin Wuliu could not imagine at all.

He could only watch his arms being directly broken after blocking the opponent's fist. And after the fracture, it was still crashing towards him.

Fortunately, at the cost of two broken arms, Yin Wuliu successfully buffered more than half of the destructive force caused by Zuo Feng's fists.

When the broken arms fell on his face and chest, although there was still a sharp pain immediately, even his nose collapsed directly, and there was a dull pain in his chest, fortunately the injury was not too serious.

Yin Wuliu's reaction was not slow. After realizing that the opponent's fists were too powerful, he directly followed the force and threw his body backwards to distance himself from Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng, who barely launched the attack, felt a slight sweetness in his throat. The blood that had risen and fallen several times in his chest could not be suppressed and gushed out.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was an obvious distortion on Zuo Feng's handsome face at this time. He was also suffering a lot of pain.

However, Zuo Feng did not intend to give up, because he knew a terrible fact. If he did not seize the time to continue attacking now, he would be in greater trouble later.

Therefore, when he saw Yin Wuliu was injured and wanted to escape from the battlefield in a panic, he shouted angrily with blood mixed in it and chased forward fiercely.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly closing. One was hurriedly retreating after being injured, and the other had just gained the upper hand and rushed forward with all his strength. The difference between them was obvious.

What Yin Wuliu faced was the attack launched by the opponent after he arrived in a hurry, but his eyes had a slight change from before. Although it was only a very small change, Zuo Feng still keenly caught it, and his heart sank slightly. .

Just as he was about to reach Yin Wuliu, Zuo Feng stepped heavily on the ground with his soles, and then he threw himself forward. When the distance between the two was less than two feet, Zuo Feng twisted his body violently. While his body was spinning in the air, he raised his foot and swept towards Yin Wuliu.

He also spotted the gap where Yin Wuliu was staggering to dodge and his feet were continuously exerting force. In this way, Yin Wuliu didn't have many options to respond.

But even so, Yin Wuliu did not dodge in a panic. Instead, he roared angrily. While leaping back, he twisted his body and threw out a kick, facing Zuo Feng's kick.

There was an inevitable collision between the two sides, and there was not much suspense about the outcome of this collision.

Although Yin Wuliu avoided it, Zuo Feng's kick directly hit his vital part, but the sound of fractures was still heard on the soles of his feet at the moment of the collision, and Yin Wuliu's soles could even be seen to be strangely twisted and deformed.

Under this severe pain, Yin Wuliu's face was only briefly distorted, but he recovered immediately, and at the same time, a strange smile appeared on his face.

On the other hand, there was no trace of joy on Zuo Feng's face at this time. Instead, he showed a more solemn expression after kicking the opponent's leg off.

After kicking each other in the air, Yin Wuliu was still retreating, and he was using the force to accelerate his retreat just like before. As for Zuo Feng, after he paused for a moment, he chased after him again like a tarsal maggot.

Zuo Feng continued to pursue forward with all his strength, closing the distance between them again, and this time he pursued at a faster speed. It's obviously much faster than last time.

However, regarding this situation, Yin Wuliu's face was filled with joy, because the joy was beyond words. Zuo Feng didn't look at Yin Wuliu's injured foot, nor did he look at the one foot exerting force and jumping backwards again and again. What he looked at was the opponent's arms that had just been broken by him.

I don't know since when, Yin Wuliu's twisted arms are gradually recovering, and the recovery is becoming more and more obvious, and they are gradually becoming no different from the arms of normal people.

The speed had already reached the limit, but a trace of contradiction and hesitation flashed in Zuo Feng's eyes. And this subtle change in expression was immediately accurately captured by Yin Wuliu on the opposite side.

After the two sides started fighting, there was almost no communication. The main reason was that both sides had the idea of ​​killing each other from the beginning. Who would want to talk nonsense with a dead man.

But at this time, Yin Wuliu spoke, and said in a slightly teasing tone: "We have already reached this point, why don't you still want to continue to chase? I really want to take a look, it's your attack "What hurts me more is my ability to recover more."

Zuo Feng's face was gloomy, but after listening to Yin Wuliu's words, his eyes immediately became firm.

The other party's words were obviously offensive, but after the stimulation, Zuo Feng suddenly understood. In his current situation, there is no room for maneuver. Hesitating and thinking at this time is simply a waste of time.

Ever since I had an absolute advantage using Yunlang Palm and continued to pursue with all my strength, it was like an arrow leaving the string and there was no possibility or room to turn back.

Now I can only bite the bullet, continue to chase, and use all my strength to kill the opponent. There is no other choice.

Yin Wuliu originally thought that through what he just said, the young man in front of him would be shaken, and when he took advantage of it, he would most likely reverse his disadvantage immediately.

However, the situation was not as smooth as he thought. Zuo Feng's eyes suddenly became sharp, letting him know that he should not be so mean.

But now that the words had been spoken, Zuo Feng was like a hungry wolf, chasing him crazily. Yin Wuliu cursed secretly, not knowing whether he was cursing Zuo Feng opposite him or himself.

Yin Wuliu, who had a broken foot, was quickly caught up by Zuo Feng, and then there was a storm of attacks, attacking him crazily.

While Yin Wuliu struggled to defend and support, he was still retreating and evading. He tried his best to use the special environment around him, the grass like towering trees, to slightly cover his figure.

After a series of attacks, both Yin Wuliu and Zuo Feng clearly understood one thing, that is, Zuo Feng was not only unable to kill the opponent, but Yin Wuliu's body was still recovering, and even his cultivation level was also in this process. It is constantly improving in the process.

'Damn, why does this old boy get stronger and stronger with more beatings? Damn it...' Zuo Feng muttered depressedly in his heart.