"Stop!"

At this last moment, Styx's silver rapier finally arrived, only to see that the tip of his sword continued to tremble at high speed, like a drill, with a sharp whistle, stabbing towards Zuo Zhicheng's vest.

In the eyes of others, this sword is simply fast to the extreme, and it is also extremely sharp, and you can only vaguely see a flash of silver light, but it gives people a dazzling, even sharp feeling that the tip of the sword is swept on the face.

Heart, mind, thought, qi, and momentum are all gathered in one sword, it can be said that this sword has reached the limit of the River Styx in terms of strength and speed, and he is confident that there is a steel plate in front of him, and he can pierce it.

And in the face of Styx's all-out sword, Zuo Zhicheng finally had to stop for the first time, and then turned slightly, he didn't know when there was an extra tactical dagger in his hand, the dagger and the thin sword struck together, making a series of crackling sounds, and countless sparks flashed between the two.

Although Zuo Zhicheng can also face the enemy with weapons in his bare hands, but in his heart, there is never room for mercy.

The next moment, the thin sword shattered, and the River Styx flew back, and his body was in mid-air, and several blood flowers had burst out on his face.

He rolled over, half-kneeling on the ground, his face was already full of horror, and in just a second, he felt as if he was walking on a tightrope, and the slightest negligence would lead to his life. That oppressive force, that sense of threat of death, even his master, the Red Sun Monk, didn't give it to him.

Styx's full force blow only stopped Zuo Zhicheng for a second, and when his sword shattered and the person retreated, Zuo Zhicheng had already appeared in front of Ah Hai with a stride.

At this time, Ah Hai had just caught up half of the time, and saw a fist that was overwhelmed like Mount Tai. It's as if the whole sky is obscured by this heavy fist like a mountain. Under the desperate force, the fist had not yet reached Ah Hai's body, and the strong wind blowing in his face had already blown his flesh pain.

"Ahh

He opened his mouth and let out a wild roar. I wanted to fight with Zuo Zhicheng, but I just opened my mouth. Before he could shout out, the roar was suppressed by Zuo Zhicheng's fist wind.

But at this time, he couldn't control so much, I saw that his palms were open, his blood vessels, and muscles swelled, like two blood-colored claws, and he grabbed Zuo Zhicheng's stomach fiercely.

That's when he practiced his famous martial arts, the Blood Tiger Claw of the Blood Rain Tiger Demon Kill. Every day, an adult tiger must be killed with his bare hands, and his hands are moistened with the blood of the tiger.

Over time, the claws become stronger and more flexible, and once you hold your breath and concentrate on it, you will have the power to tear the tiger and leopard. Usually, I don't know how many people have died under this pair of tiger claws on the underworld.

But at this moment, in the face of the man who looked like a demon god in front of him, Ah Hai didn't have any confidence. The reason why he didn't choose to resist Zuo Zhicheng's punch, but chose to attack his stomach, was because he wanted the other party to take care of the injury. Retract a trick and buy time for the others to rescue him.

But he was completely wrong, Zuo Zhicheng's fist momentum didn't even change. It's as if he can't see Ah Hai's pair of bloody claws, and he still blasts towards Ah Hai's head according to the original trajectory.

The blood claw clawed on Zuo Zhicheng's stomach without hindrance, according to the usual situation, as long as Ah Hai exerted a slight force, the opponent's stomach would be dissected at once, and even the intestines, stomach, and blood vessels were all pulled out by him.

But this time, Ah Hai only felt that his palm felt like it had hit a steel plate. Not only could the claws not get in at all, but even a violent shock force directly shook his hands to the pain. Pins and needles.

'Enma Golden Body?'

A look of astonishment flashed in Ah Hai's eyes, and the next moment. The power of the mountains and seas had already exploded in his head, and he didn't even have time to react to the pain, his head had completely exploded, splashing a bunch of red and white, and even sprinkled on Zuo Zhicheng's body.

However, when the Enma Golden Body was activated, Zuo Zhicheng's epidermis was like an invisible force field, and those white and red liquids had just been splashed out, and they were all bounced off.

On the other side, Brother Yuwen, Brother Yuwen, White Ghost, and Styx, all looked at the headless corpse on the ground that was still twitching with ugly faces.

There was a mixed look of horror and anger on his face.

From beginning to end, from Zuo Zhicheng's sudden move, to Ah Hai being killed by a punch, not even ten seconds, Ah Hai, the second most powerful among them, died like this.

If you want to die, you will die, and no matter how many people guard you and protect you, you will also die.

A boundless domineering was vividly expressed by Zuo Zhicheng, not only Styx and the others, but also other martial artists and apprentices nearby, all of whom were shocked.

He Minghai's mouth had not closed until this moment, and his brain was even a little unable to accept the qiē that had just developed.

"What's going on? How can it be? Why is Zuo Zhicheng so strong? How could he be so strong?"

Thinking that he still wanted to subdue the other party before, a ridiculous love surged from his heart.

Not to mention the surprise in the hearts of Ah Fei and the others on the other side, although they knew that Zuo Zhicheng was very powerful, they never expected Zuo Zhicheng to be so powerful.

And the most complicated situation in the center of the crowd may be Qin Wu, as the owner of the pavilion who had a good relationship with Xiao Jingyang before, he always hoped that Zuo Zhicheng would disappear the most, but failed. But at this moment, after Zuo Zhicheng turned the tide and cleaned up the invading Hell Gate people, he was relieved, and he also had a feeling of jealousy and disgust lingering.

As for Qingyueqiu's side, it's a different idea entirely.

Zuo Zhicheng's reality. [,！ The force seemed to have been completely elevated to another dimension, and a speculation that had been thrown away before appeared in their minds.

'Could it be that Zuo Zhicheng is this guy...... Is it a ghost fist?'

But now is not the time to dwell on this, almost at the moment when Zuo Zhicheng killed Ah Hai with one punch, Qingyueqiu and the others were already completely nervous.

"Ready to shoot!"

"Disperse the crowd!"

"Put the signal!"

An arrow burst through the sky, and the soldiers who had been ambushed several streets away had rushed to the location of the martial arts hall.

In the next moment, a burning sensation enveloped the entire martial arts hall compound, and all of them felt their mouths dry at once.

Zuo Zhicheng looked up and saw a red-clothed monk standing on the wall at some point, his eyes flashing with a strange firelight.

I saw the monk clasp his hands together like a red sun rising behind him, and he felt as if he had suddenly come from winter to the dog sun. (To be continued)