The series of attacks did not pose any real threat to the boy, and Xuan Tong was not disappointed. The blood claw that tore towards the young man's waist was blocked by the long sword, and the dark light under Xuantong's bloody eyes was highlighted, and the three fingers of the blood claw were together, and between the blood light and the golden gang's strength, the blood claw had already pinched the sword body again.

"Come back!" Feeling the long sword tightened, Dusk's heart moved, and he subconsciously swung out a palm. Sure enough, after the blood claw imprisoned the long sword, Xuan Tong's left hand wheel fist smashed down again.

There is no increase similar to the blood claw, just relying on the blood qi and Xuan Tong's own strength, the straight punch is not put in Dusk's eyes at all, fist to fist, for Dusk, not only is there no threat, but it is a good opportunity for him to fight back.

"Hehe..." Seeing that the young man was still raising his palm to block, the smile on Xuan Tong's face became more intense, the blood in his eyes was over, and on the smashed fist, bursts of blood suddenly came out, and a layer of bloody fist with barbs was already formed in the process of falling the fist.

"Made!"

The sudden crisis made Dusk startled, he didn't expect this old man to be so insidious, it turned out that his left arm was not unable to condense, but he had been deliberately not revealing the full power of Xuegang, and let himself be taken lightly.

Scolding Xuan Tong for this old coward, under the crisis of form, it was too late to collect the tricks at dusk, so he could only watch Xuan Tong smash the golden qi in his palm with one punch, and his momentum continued to smash towards his head.

"Boom..."

A punch fell, dust and gravel splashed everywhere, and in the churning of energy, Xuan Tong shook his head with a little pity, and looked at the young man who appeared three feet away from him at some point, with a palpitating face.

"Ding..."

The long sword that lost the protection of Gangqi, under the bloody claws of Xuan Tong, was a pile of scrap copper and broken iron, with a slight force, a sad roar, and the long sword that accompanied Dusk to this day in the finals was cut in two without accident and was thrown out by Xuan Tong at will.

Looking at the weak tossing on the ground a few times, he broke the sword motionlessly, slowly calmed down his rapid breathing, and the dusk heart burned out with low anger. Just now, just a little, if it weren't for his timely reaction and decisive abandonment of the sword to dodge, I'm afraid that Xuan Tong's sudden punch just now would directly smash his flesh and blood into a blur.

If Xuan Tong used all his strength at the beginning, Dusk would definitely not be so careless, originally thought that the blood claw was already the limit of Xuan Tong, but he didn't expect that he could still condense into the fist of Xuegang, this time, in a short fight, less than three or two hundred moves, Dusk was once again under Xuan Tong's hands, and suffered a dark loss.

Twisting his shoulders and moving his numb arms, the aggrieved twilight eyes in his heart became cold, and the cynicism on his face disappeared, replaced by solemnity and anger.

"Oh, young man, look at you like this, are you going to be serious!" With one fist and one claw, the blood was clear, and Xuan Tong, whose mind slowly became restless with the blood, stared at the young man who had become serious, and mocked.

"Humph!" Gently squeezing out a cold snort, Dusk exhaled deeply, his legs were bent, he stood back and forth in servant steps, his fists were placed in front of his chest, his heart moved, his internal strength rushed out, and in the dazzling golden light, it looked like a golden stone-like fist, which had flowed above Dusk's fists.

"It's kind of interesting!" Originally, I thought that if the boy lost his long sword, it would be basically difficult to make any big waves, but now it seems that the boy still seems to have the strength to struggle, which makes Xuan Tong, who has exposed his killer skills, a little unhappy.

The battle between Dusk and Xuantong was thrilling and fierce, and the battle between Tsing Yi Jiangshan and Tai River was not far behind.

The Tai River is fierce and unprecedented, down to the mountain tigers, and the Tsing Yi rivers and mountains are agile and elegant, such as white foxes in the snow.

Between the two, one chases and one flashes, one is rigid and one is soft, you come and go, so it's not lively.

"I'll see how long you can hide!" An axe split the air, wisps of strength directly caused the wooden house on the side to collapse, countless debris scattered and flying, Taihe arms rounded, the giant axe arced into a circle, just split a sword from the side of the Tsing Yi Jiangshan, said viciously.

With an expressionless face and ignoring Tai He's words, Tsing Yi Jiangshan still followed his own plan, dragging out time.

"Boom..."

With fist to fist, give up the twilight of the long sword, completely free himself, in the face of the Xuantong who pounced again, the twilight fists are like a double dragon out of the sea, directly hard steel.

In Xuan Tong's astonished gaze, the four hands collided, and the roar spread throughout the four fields.

"How so!" Under this fight, he didn't take advantage of it, Xuan Tong looked at his body in disbelief, and the young man who was cracked inch by inch of the bluestone slab under his feet whispered.

"It's not even close!" muttered in a low voice, Dusk's head was raised, and the golden energy around him was like a burning golden flame, which set off the young man very extraordinary.

The dust under his feet floated and turned into layers of ripples, and the dusk people chased like cheetahs, flying out, stirring up countless flying dust along the road, scattered on both sides.

I don't believe that the young man is really so powerful, Xuan Tong's face is hideous and tyrannical, and with one claw and one punch, he rushes straight into the boy's fists that fall like a hammer.

"Boom..."

There was another burst of energy splashing and smoke and dust, and Xuan Tong, who had taken a few steps back, stopped the boiling blood in his body, and when he looked up, his eyes shrank, only to see a pair of fists shining with golden flames, breaking through the barrier of smoke and rapidly enlarging in his eyes.

"Bang bang bang..."

The palms and fists intersected, and the sound of hard collision continued to sound in the field, and the young man was like a tiger, his fist was like a hammer, his arms were like an axe, and his legs were like a whip.

You want to be tough, then the uncle accompanies you to be just right, you want to be hard, very good, the uncle accompanies you to be tough!

The pretending weapon was destroyed, and he was almost yin by Xuan Tong, and the twilight that was very aggrieved completely broke out, and the fists were to the flesh, and the feet and feet were close to the body, which was already a boxing technique that penetrated the realm, and was vividly exerted by him, and the suppressed Xuantong was breathless.

"How is that possible!" Like a mad demon, the blood rippled in his eyes was wanton, and as the fight progressed, it was slowly replaced by disbelief and panic, Xuantong retreated step by step under the strong attack of the teenager, and the originally high momentum was also suppressed by the teenager and slowly slipped down.

For a while, it seems that the identities of the boy and the Xuantong have been reversed.

A punch smashed on the blood claw, the two colors of the gang energy drifted away, Dusk didn't care, continued to smash down with a punch, the blood claw on Xuantong's hand trembled, and the ghostly light on the scales flickered, in a burst of blood scattering, couldn't help but dim.

I don't know how many punches he throws, every time he fights hard, the blood that disperses makes Xuan Tong feel distressed, and the young man's unstingy attitude makes him even more frightened.

Finally, in Xuan Tong's terrified expression, the Dusk Fist flashed and hit Xuan Tong's right hand hard, only to see a "crack", and a trace of crack appeared quietly on the claw of Xuegang.

"Humph!" Finding this, the corners of Dusk's mouth rose high, and he glanced at the pale Xuantong contemptuously, and a punch was merciless, one after another.

"Boom..."

The golden gang qi was like a tide, frantically impacting on the blood claws, and the hideous blood claws on Xuantong's hands, in the flow of gang, quickly cracked, and with Xuantong's body thrown out, they scattered in the air, turned into wisps of blood, and disappeared on the long street...