Chapter 2386 The Strange Masked Man
"Hmph, do you think I am still in the realm of four patterns?"
Facing the killing Cheng Feng, Zuotoushan was fearless: "I have taken the Hidden Dragon Pill and raised my cultivation to the realm of five lines."
"If you want to kill me, give up your life first!"
Shouting, Zuotoushan leaped into the air.
His feet were like giant mountains, kicking towards the rolling calamity.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zuotoushan's kick was so powerful that he actually kicked away the incoming Gang Feng, Poison Fire, and Tribulation Water!
Then the soles of his feet flew into the air and he headed straight for Cheng Feng!
"Di Cang Sword Technique, kill me!"
Zuotoushan's cultivation has reached the realm of five lines, but Cheng Feng is not afraid.
He used the Emperor Cang Sword Technique and struck him with one strike.
Boom~~~
The blade collided with the sole of the foot, creating a violent shock wave.
The violent power surged out, slightly dispersing the tribulation.
At the same time, Cheng Feng's impact was shocked to a sudden stop.
In terms of cultivation alone, Cheng Feng still couldn't compare to Zuotoushan.
"Is this the strength of the Five Marks True Saint?"
Cheng Feng's hand holding the knife was a little numb: "My current divine power is still far behind the Five Marks True Saint."
"It is estimated that he is on par with the Four Marks True Saint, at most slightly better than half a dozen!"
In fact, Cheng Feng's strength is already terrifying.
He has not yet entered the realm of saint, but he can compare with the four-marked true saint.
There is no one with such strength in the entire Tiancang Holy Prison.
"Thirteen consecutive kicks!"
While Cheng Feng was savoring the strength of the mountain, the mountain had already launched a real attack.
Both feet kicked out in succession, turning into shadows of feet all over the sky.
Every kick is as heavy as a mountain, and can easily knock out a three-marked true saint.
At this time, heavy kicks were overwhelmingly kicking towards Cheng Feng!
"Emperor Cang's sword skills, thousands of stars shine together!"
Zuotoushan used his kicking and martial arts skills, putting pressure on Cheng Feng.
Without any delay, he directly used the strongest form of Emperor Cang Sword Technique.
Recently, Cheng Feng's cultivation level has greatly increased, and his spiritual thoughts have communicated with the stars in the nine heavens. Now, more than 1,800 stars have been lit up.
Now use the Ten Thousand Stars Tonghui a little bit, and the stars will shine brightly in the sky, and thousands of dazzling stars will appear.
As Cheng Feng raised the Buddhist wood scabbard, thousands of starlights fell.
Integrated with the power of Cheng Feng's three pillars, it suddenly turned into an unparalleled sword light.
Boom!
He hit the heavy kicks kicked by Zuotoushan and chopped them into pieces.
The remaining sword light hit the sole of Zuotoushan's foot, making a deep gash in the sole of his boot.
There is golden blood flowing out, that is holy blood, the blood of a saint!
With the help of Emperor Cang's sword skills, Cheng Feng actually injured Zuotoushan.
Even though it was just a skin injury.
"Zotoushan, you are really getting better and better as you live."
Zuotoushan was injured, and another person said: "After condensing the fifth holy pattern, he was injured by a mere magic alchemist. It is simply a shame for a warrior!"
"Yang Wuyang, you fart."
Zuotoushan's face darkened: "I haven't used my real move yet. Once I use the power of the sacred pattern, it will be easy to kill this guy!"
Zuotoushan's words are not bragging.
The holy pattern is the source of the saint's power. If Zuotoushan uses the power of the holy pattern, his combat power will increase several times.
"Hey, you better forget it!"
Yang Wuyang sneered: "Cheng Feng, it's better to let me solve it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Wuyang rushed towards Cheng Feng like a ghost.
"Yang Wuyang, you bastard!"
Seeing this scene, Zuotoushan became angry: "Cheng Feng is my prey, no one can take him away."
While shouting angrily, Zuotoushan's body glowed brightly, and rounds of scorching sun appeared.
The tyrannical holy pattern spread out, making Cheng Feng's expression become solemn as he was preparing to attack.
"Could it be that...this is the true strength of the Five Marks True Saint?"
"It seems that there is still a big gap between me and these guys!"
As Zuotoushan and Yang Wuhou used their real moves, Cheng Feng clearly realized the strength gap between himself and the Five Marks True Saint.
Although he recently took Hidden Dragon Pill, which pushed his cultivation to a terrifying level.
But compared to the Five Marks True Saint, it is still far behind.
But the enemies he is facing now are all extremely terrifying in cultivation, stronger than the Five Marks True Saint.
This put huge pressure on Cheng Feng, and the urge to become stronger in his heart increased again!
"My current cultivation level is at the limit of reaching the Heaven Realm, but it has not yet reached perfection, and my strength can still be improved."
Cheng Feng secretly thought: "As long as you take the Hidden Dragon Pill, your strength will increase again, and you will be able to catch up with the Five-Line True Saint, and even the Six-Line True Saint with ease."
"But this matter is not urgent. We will wait until we deal with the big enemies like Zuotoushan!"
Cheng Feng currently has three strongest killing moves, one is the Qiankun Bag, the second is the Demon-Slaying Knife, and the third is a sixth-grade god-level painting that he bought from the Tianli Auction.
It can cause fatal wounds to the Five Marks True Saint, and it is Cheng Feng's favorite.
But the demon-slaying sword is sharpening itself in the Buddhist wood scabbard. It is at a critical moment. It is best if it can be used or not.
The Qiankun Bag is a supreme holy weapon, and once used, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble.
So the best choice is the sixth-grade god-level painting "Hell Locking the River"!
However, just when Cheng Feng was about to use his killing move.
Uh-huh! The third person suddenly moved.
The man was dressed in black and had a doll mask on his face, looking very funny.
But his strength reached a frightening level. With just one step, he was in front of Yang Wuhuang.
Stab~~~
He flashed past Yang Wuhuang.
Immediately, Yang Wuhuang's body was split in two from his chest.
The holy patterns in the body were chopped into pieces by an unknown sharp weapon. The majestic five-marked true saint was actually killed instantly!
"What? Yang Wuyang actually..."
Zuotoushan was rushing towards Cheng Feng when he suddenly saw this scene and was so frightened that he froze on the spot.
Looking at Yang Wuxu's corpse, he was trembling all over.
As for Cheng Feng, his whole body was tense.
Looking at the man in the doll mask, his eyes shrank to the extreme.
"You...are you from the Soldier Saint?"
After Yang Wuxu was cut in half, he did not die immediately.
His spiritual thoughts were still there, and he said with fear: "I have never had any quarrel with the Soldier Saint, why did he want to kill me?"
"The Soldier Saint kills people, do you still need a reason?"
The man in the doll mask made a hoarse voice.
At the same time, he flicked his hand and an unknown sharp weapon flashed.
Pfft~~~
Yang Wuhuang's spiritual thoughts were completely cut into powder.
"escape!"
Seeing the cold methods of the man in the doll mask, Zuotoushan felt cold in his heart.
Without any hesitation, he left Cheng Feng behind and ran away.
Not only Zuotoushan, Cheng Feng also turned around and retreated wildly.
Because the man in the doll mask is too strong, killing the five-marked true saint is like killing a chicken, which is a bit scary.
When dealing with such beings, death is imminent.
Escape is the best option!
"Zotoushan, did I let you run away?"
Facing the fleeing Cheng Feng and Zuotoushan, the man in the doll mask was calm and calm.
He turned his head and stared at Zuotoushan and made a cold voice: "I didn't let you run but you ran away. This is looking down on me." "So, I will send you on your way too!"