C581 The Pugilistic World Is Ruthless

Zuo Yu also knew the Wind God Wings, but he had a lot of ultimate skills now. The Wind God Wings was no longer enough, and his usage of the Wind God Wings was getting lesser and lesser. What he understood the most about the Wind God Wings was the enlightenment of wind, and the comprehension of speed. His Wind God Wings might be faster, but it did not have so many offensive and defensive moves. He had never used them before.

Feng Tulong's Wind God Wings's divine ability was already very powerful. It could be said that it was the combination of offensive and defensive movement techniques. However, he didn't have any advantage against Zuo Yu and the Creation Dragon Fist, not to mention that both of them had more than these ultimate techniques. Furthermore, there was another Jin Shiyi who was staring at them from afar. This guy was roaring and charging at them. The distance had distracted them.

After continuously attacking without making a sound, little cheap dragon finally felt a lot better. “ Your grandfather, what's wrong with your name? Why do you have to call yourself Feng Tu? Pah! You're courting death! I hate you guys from the Feng family to begin with! Now, I'm even more annoyed with you. I'm beating you so hard that you won't even recognize me! Oh right, what's your mother's surname? Did you f * cking come up with this name? Sooner or later, I'll beat your mother up as well... Your grandfather's name, I think your name should be written backwards. Long Tufeng, hmm, that's a good name. I'm such a genius. Old man, what do you think of this name... Your grandfather, you don't think it's good? It's simply asking for a beating..." After beating you until you were convinced, and then he tried to reason with you, little cheap dragon kept rambling on and on. His movement technique and fist force were not affected at all. No one knew how he did it. In any case, Zuo Yu felt that he could not do it. If he wanted to fight, he would fight. There was no need to talk so much nonsense.

"Argh... Loong Jianxiao, I'm going to kill you." Feng Tulong's eyes were filled with blood, and he kept roaring furiously. He was indeed an experienced A Half Step to Void Stage. He had already degenerated a long time ago, and he was just too old. However, at such an old age, he was actually scolded by someone in front of him. Especially little cheap dragon, who was like a shrew cursing on the street. His saliva was spluttering far away. While he was cursing, he also went up to fight. Feng Tulong was the ancestor of Feng family. When had he ever been so angry before? He was really going to go crazy.

Bang! Zuo Yu dashed over and threw a punch at him, sending him flying. At the same time, little cheap dragon also kicked him.

Feng Tulong retreated, but Zuo Yu came to his side again, as if he had arrived before him.

With a crack, there was a soft sound. Zuo Yu's fist smashed across, and with a swooshing sound, it directly shattered a piece of his Wind God Wings.

Little cheap dragon moved his body and turned into two people. Both of them stretched out their hands and tore the other Wind God Wings into pieces. At the same time, they raised their legs and kicked Feng Tulong out.

Jin Shiyi stopped him from behind. He waved his hammer and smashed it at the waist. Feng Tulong's face was pale. He spat out blood, but he couldn't care less about anything. He tried his best to dodge, but he was still hit on the side of his butt. He was sent flying.

Zuo Yu and little cheap dragon dodged and rushed forward. Feng Tulong raised his hand to block, and was smashed to the ground below.

In just one breath's time, Feng Tulong was completely defeated.

Feng Tulong's old face was filled with fear. When he came here, he had never thought that this would be the outcome. There were only three Seventh Layer of True Martial Stage warriors, how could they be so strong? Even the direct disciples of Four Heavenly Sects shouldn't be this strong.

Such a person was once a disciple of the Feng family? Which bastard forced them to leave? Feng Tulong thought about it. For a moment, he thought of these things. He no longer had the will to fight. The moment he landed on the ground, he forced himself to stabilize his body and dashed into the distance in a flash. He was about to escape.

"Run again? Stop, come back and fight me for 300 rounds." Jin Shiyi shouted from behind.

"Your grandfather, remember this! From now on, your name will be Long Tufeng, and you will be my new little brother! Hey, did you hear that?"

The three of them were chasing after him from behind. However, the wind was blowing around Feng Tulong who was in front of them. Soon, they had gotten rid of a few people, not because they were slow. It's hard to catch up when the speed is almost the same. Their speed was now close to a hundred miles in an instant. At such a distance, if they were not careful, they would lose track of them. Unless their speed was faster than their opponent's. This was also the reason why Zuo Yu was able to get rid of pursuers often, unless the pursuer was stronger and faster. Or he could always stick to the other party. However, Feng Tulong was clearly very good at speed. He was once an A Half Step to Void Stage. The foundation is still very rich.

"Loong Jianxiao, Zuo Yu, and that pretty boy in golden clothes, just wait for me. Next time, I'll definitely kill all of you." In the wind, the voices from all directions drifted along with the wind. Their tone was cold and filled with resentment.

"Old man, who's a pretty boy?" Jin Shiyi retorted loudly, as if he wanted to follow the wind.

Little cheap dragon didn't hesitate to laugh at him.

Zuo Yu looked forward and stopped as well. Feng Tulong had already escaped. He had his own trump card at this point, and it wasn't easy to kill him. If this Feng Tulong's combat strength was really the same as Chu Wushuang's, he might not even be as strong as Chu Wushuang's. He didn't have Chu Wushuang's combat intent. As a young and talented youth, however, Feng Tulong was different from Qu Yue's. Qu Yue was already very old, but Feng Tulong was stronger. Furthermore, Feng Tulong's speed was fast enough.

On a secret path in the distance, Feng Tulong was running away at lightning speed. He didn't dare to fly in the air. His clothes were stained with blood. Blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were flickering with coldness and ruthlessness, but he still didn't dare to use a secret technique to recover his peak combat strength. In that case, he would be crippled after the battle, and if he was crippled, he would die. After all, he was already very old, but he didn't want to die.

In fact, even if he recovered, he was still the worst A Half Step to Void Stage. He might not be able to defeat Zuo Yu and the other two.

The streets below were already in shambles, almost all of them shattered into pieces. It was all caused by Feng Tulong's Wind God Wings. There were also some corpses in the distance. These corpses could be considered 'lucky'. They weren't torn to pieces. They were only killed by Feng Tulong's wind blade.

Vaguely, the sound of the old woman's heart-wrenching cries could be heard from the street in the distance. She was hugging a young man, as if he was her son. Unfortunately, he was already dead, and one of the old woman's arms had been cut off by the wind blades. However, it was as if she did not notice it at all. She could only cry bitterly at her son.

"This old bastard is too hateful! He treats mortals like ants! Next time, I'll definitely hammer him to death!" Jin Shiyi said with a gloomy face.

"Damn, an assassin can actually say such a thing. You really are a righteous assassin." little cheap dragon teased. He was supposed to say such righteous words, but this fellow took the initiative to say it.

"Brother, I have told you before. I am an assassin with culture, ideals, morality, and pursuit. I am a good person. Don't compare me to those murderers. My mom..." Jin Shiyi was very dissatisfied.

"Don't call me your mother in front of me. Otherwise, I will beat you until your mother can't recognize you. Do you know what your mother knows?" little cheap dragon was allergic to this word and shouted.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. Why are you so fierce? You are not polite at all." Jin Shiyi shrank his neck and muttered.

Zuo Yu was also watching all of this. All of this had something to do with him. Could this be considered a fight between immortals and mortals? Zuo Yu mocked himself. Not long ago, he was also a mortal. However, this wasn't something he could control. Feng Tulong was very strong. They had to work together to suppress him. There was no way they could do more. The only thing they could do was to kill him as soon as possible, but they still let him escape.

Zuo Yu had forgotten about the Feng family, but now he had reminded him. Hatred in this world wasn't so easy to resolve, he still remembered it all the time. He still wanted to kill all of them. It was time for him to go to the Feng family's territory when he had the time.

Zuo Yu looked at all of this expressionlessly. It had been a long time since he felt warmth in his heart. Ever since Qingqing left, he had never experienced it. All he faced was slaughter and coldness.

In the next moment, Zuo Yu's eyes froze. little cheap dragon and Jin Shiyi who were standing aside were also stunned.

They could only see a golden light that blotted the sky, whistling through the air. Wherever it passed... The old woman was still crying, but she was soon enveloped by the golden light. She was completely crushed into ashes, and she didn't even have the chance to scream. It was as if the world had been destroyed in an instant.

Zuo Yu and the other two weren't ordinary people. They could clearly see what was happening. Three figures rushed over from the front. Two of them were in front and one was behind them. What happened just now was caused by the two people in front of them, but the person behind them chose to ignore them. After that, Zuo Yu and the other two confirmed the identity of the newcomer. The two people in front were the purple-gold battle soul and the golden-armored battle doll. The man behind them was a bald monk with an indifferent expression.

These were the experts of Situ family and ancient temple. Their Qi was pointed straight ahead, and their combat intent was surging. They were charging at Zuo Yu and the other two men.

"I'll f * ck your grandfather!" This time, little cheap dragon and Jin Shiyi had an unprecedented tacit understanding. Both of them were extremely angry. They cursed at the same time, and their combat intent erupted.

This sudden incident indicated that the two of them were kind hearted. A moment ago, they were still sympathizing with the old woman, but in the next moment, the old woman was wiped out in front of their eyes. The fury in their hearts was burning.

The person who came was here in an instant. They couldn't save her even if they wanted to.