The moon in the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall, which could still see in front of it in the moonlight, suddenly became completely dark.

And in this darkness, two ghostly figures crossed the crowd, and the pillars, stone piers, furniture, ground, and human bodies around them were constantly cut open and blown away.

Between the shadows, Zuo Zhicheng didn't know when he had an extra machete in his hand.

On the other side, the Blood Rakshasa felt the pain in her stomach caused by the other party's punch in the house. A scream came out of his mouth, and he had already taken his twin swords again, turning into a whirlwind and rolling towards the masked man in front of him.

"Kill you!"

There was a crisp metal clash, it was the sound of swords and swords, and in the darkness, machetes and swords occasionally pulled long sparks in mid-air.

Screams, roars, panic in the crowd, in the light of sparks, are distorted faces, angry pretty faces, and cold masks.

In less than ten seconds, the sparks of metal had already formed a series of light paths on the martial arts training ground of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall.

Although the light was flickering and flickering, everyone could still see that it was a man with a strong body who was fighting with the Blood Rakshasa at this moment.

The two figures were constantly intertwined with each other, and the soft sword more than three meters long was like two pythons, wrapping the man and the woman, and constantly strangling.

It is under this dance-like elegance that there is an amazing killing intent lurking.

And in this fierce attack and defense, the Blood Rakshasa was like a frightened giant wolf, screaming from time to time, but the man opposite him was always calm and calm, like a piece of hard ice, without making any sound.

Swish!

Another streak of blood spread across Bloody Rakshasa's shoulder, and with just a few centimeters of difference, her entire right hand side would be cut off. In this case, her face was as red as **, and her eyes were full of excitement.

In just more than ten moves, she has clearly realized that the other party is better than her in terms of strength, degree, explosiveness, agility, and accuracy. This is naturally because although Zuo Zhicheng's innate qi is inferior to him in terms of unit strength, the area is much larger than him, and the explosion power caused by the whole body exceeds that of the Blood Rakshasa .

What's even more terrifying is that every time the other party makes a move, it is a move to kill, which is three points more vicious than the martial arts of the Hell Gate.

The man in front of him is a more ruthless and cruel murderer than him.

But sometimes it's not just a comparison of fitness and skill.

In the darkness, another metal spark lit up, and the next moment, the machete in Zuo Zhicheng's hand seemed to finally be unable to withstand the two forces, and it broke into two with a bang.

At this time, a smile appeared on the corner of Blood Rakshasa's mouth, and on the hilt of the sword in her right hand called 'Slashing Red Dust', the mechanism on it was opened by her finger, and the fire oil spread out along the pattern on the spine of the sword.

In the next instant, the Blood Rakshasa charged forward, and the long sword slashed across the ground, bringing up a series of metal sparks, and the tip of the sword even smelled of burning metal rust.

With a bang, Gao Xian's flames burned on the blade along the fire oil, so the whole 'Chopping Red Dust' was like a fire wheel, pressing towards Zuo Zhicheng, who had broken the machete in his hand.

Fireflow: Great Blade!

Under the blazing firelight, the blood on the body of the Blood Rakshasa and the blood flowing on her clothes, as well as her fiery red clothes and the firelight, looked like a goddess in flames, with a rolling heat wave that wanted to burn the world.

Under this amazing firelight, Jiang Tianzheng and Xiao Jingyang in the window, Chang Qi, Xiao Changhe, Zhou Xingyun, and Wang Qiang who fell to the ground in the distance, and most of the martial artists in the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall finally saw the man's figure clearly, as well as the pure white mask on the other party's face.

Just as they were worried, frightened, or desperate as they looked at the man who was about to be engulfed in flames, the other party's body moved slightly, and he had already kicked a machete on the ground.

It wasn't until the machete slammed into the blade of the 'Red Dust Slash' that a trace of astonishment appeared in the pupils of the Blood Rakshasa . Under the feet of the other party, I don't know when, more than a dozen machetes have been placed densely.

Unexpectedly...... In such a fierce battle, there is still room for layout. ’

He kicked all the sights on the ground to this position in advance, and then calculated the time when the machete broke. ’

Just like the previous strategy against Chang Qi, attract the opponent to attack with all his strength and reveal his flaws. The strategy is simple, only more deadly and more dangerous.

The Blood Rakshasa still rushed towards Zuo Zhicheng with rolling flames, but when she was blocked by the flying machete, her movements had slowed down, and then she saw one after another like lightning, shooting towards the slashing red dust and shooting towards the Blood Rakshasa .

I wanted to move forward, but the slashing red dust was hit by a continuous huge force, and it was difficult to move forward.

If you want to dodge, but that means you have to let go, give up the red dust that is impacting in your hand, and give up the rolling heat wave in your hand.

Seeing the empty white face, the Blood Rakshasa laughed.

"Kill you!!"

In the crazy scream, the woman directly contracted her body, allowing the silver knife light to graze her shoulders, arms, thighs, and waist, and the woman covered in blood was like a Shura in hell.

Seeing the other party rushing towards him frantically, and even his head became dry and curled in the rolling heat, Zuo Zhicheng's eyes were still as cold as an iceberg.

In the next second, the sky-high flames wrapped all the two of them, and then only lasted less than a fraction of a second, accompanied by a loud bang, the unrivaled fist directly bombarded the lower abdomen of the Blood Rakshasa, so the fiery red coquettish figure flew out like a fire meteor in the rumbling impact.

Blood Rakshasa's face was a distorted color of pain, but the surprise in his eyes was even stronger: 'His cloak is actually fireproof?' ’

Naturally, it is fireproof, as early as a few days ago, when Zuo Zhicheng smelled the smell of fire oil on the blood rakshasa at the gate of the martial arts hall, he began to prepare this fireproof coat.

The raw material used is alum, which is used as a medicine in the new 6 ports, which is used by Zuo Zhicheng to make aluminum hydroxide, and then applied to the coat, once the temperature exceeds 22o degrees, then the aluminum hydroxide will absorb heat and decompose through a series of guò to reduce the temperature.

It was precisely because of the preparation of this step, and then it was cast in the trap step after step, that the Blood Rakshasa suffered a big loss.

Boom Boom Boom! I don't know how many walls the Blood Rakshasa collapsed in a row, but I heard a series of screams from the house next door.

Only then did the dark clouds disperse, and the moonlight fell on the earth again. Jiang Tianzheng and Xiao Jingyang looked at the scene in the courtyard stupidly, there were torn and shattered wreckage everywhere, as if they had been ** by dozens of elephants.

And from the Blood Rakshasa screaming to Zuo Zhicheng's punch blasting the opponent away, it was only less than a minute in total, but all the movements of the two were as if they were dancing on the tip of a knife.

Crisp and neat, elegant and vicious, when the Blood Rakshasa was finally blasted away by Zuo Zhicheng's punch, everyone watching still felt as if they were in a dream.

It wasn't until the man's cold gaze swept over them that a suffocating feeling woke them up again. Under the white mask, there is no expression in sight, and with the black coat, the other party is like a king in the dark night, cold and arrogant.

"Ghost ...... Ghost Fist? ”

Everyone looked at him dumbfounded, and they didn't know who was the first to shout, and the next moment, the other party's body moved slightly, and he had already chased in the direction where the Blood Rakshasa disappeared, and his body was completely submerged in the night.

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