Sonor!

The fist intersected with the blade, and Red's sharp pupils couldn't help but tremble.

Even though he had expected it, he couldn't help but be shocked when he actually saw that a human fist could collide head-on with his sword. A feeling he had never experienced from the Demon Lord and the beloved.

Those two were too far away from him, but the one in front of him was close to him, but he was completely different.

The continuous punches came with astonishing momentum, and Red's blade turned around to try to block but was bounced away, and the fist was pressed against Red's chest.

Boom!

The so-called flesh of vampires, far superior to humans, is like a layer of tissue paper under the opponent's fist!

Red couldn't stop taking a few steps backwards before stopping, looking down at his right chest, which had been cut off for most of it.

This is a good time to chase, and Red can see that the strength of the opponent is not triggered, and he doesn't know how many moves will follow up and change next.

But after the other party repelled Red, he didn't pursue him, but just kept his posture and watched him silently.

"Do it all over again." Fukong said lightly.

Red hadn't been injured in a long time, but he still didn't change his face in this situation, and his body was directly restored.

"Sorry, underestimated." Red spoke directly about his state of mind.

It's really a light enemy, it's different from the demon lord, it's because of the similar strength, so the other party won't keep it at all. As Fokon just reminded: in the theater, people don't die in the play.

"It's okay, just say hello." Surprisingly, after the real fight, the other party seemed to talk a lot, but there was still no expression.

Red reassumes his pose.

"Still holding a sword in one hand?" Fukong asked lightly.

Red didn't answer.

The next moment, the conflict resumed.

But this time, the dancing sword shadow was more agile, instantly capturing the opponent's fists and kicks.

The continuous collision erupted in large sparks, and the surrounding ground was literally destroyed and cracked by the aftermath of the two spreads.

In the middle of the fight, Fukong's good-looking eyes became brighter and brighter.

"It's not bad, it's good to pick it up." Fukong's tone became brisk.

But Rhett's heart sank when he heard this.

Sure enough, the strange strength of the other party's stable operation changed.

【Earthquake】

A punch blows, and Red strikes back.

But the moment the two collided, the terrifying concussive force detonated, the long sword creaked, and the concussion penetrated the body and spread in the limbs.

Blood spilled from Red's mouth and nose, shattering the ground beneath his feet.

His body paused, and Fukong quickly followed.

[Broken]

The unrivaled punch came to his face, and Red estimated that this punch would not be able to stop even if he was in good condition, let alone the situation where his body was contained!

Swish!

A punch swept through the streets like a hurricane.

But there was only a blood mist in front of him, and he didn't feel the hit.

Feeling a chill in his neck, Fukong quickly turned sideways and flashed a sword to the limit.

Red appeared behind him with a blood mist, his free hand stretched out and grabbed it, and the blood-colored thorns swam away like a snake.

Fukong turned around with one foot as the axis and one foot across the arc, and at the same time straightened his posture.

[Chaos]

In Rhett's eyes, it is the most frantic move at present, and the energy that could be called an artistic walk is like a pack of vicious dogs out of the cage frantically biting everything around him at the moment of detachment.

The two fists crushed his blood thorns in an instant.

Closely followed by ......

【Break】

The chaotic energy suddenly converged at a certain pole, and a punch was struck out in a standard way, turning into the previous crushing impact.

This person is not only physically strong.

In other words, the flesh is just a carrier of the deep.

What is revealed in front of him is the core of him.

Subtle moves and variations, perfect body control, smooth movement articulation, and unpredictable energy form a mature system.

Red's perception of blood flow is confused, his acuity for breathing is obscured, and the other party makes movements right in front of his eyes, but all of Red's senses seem to be blinded, and even intuitive vision is far from reliable at this time.

The brilliance of a skill that has been ground to the extreme is displayed in front of Rhett.

Boom!

His head was directly exploded, and there was no suspense.

But......

He's not without a temper.

The body that lost his head was still moving, and Fukong was not surprised, and the strong blood flow of the other party was as difficult to extinguish as a beacon in front of his eyes.

So what's next?

Rumble!

The blood-colored rain suddenly covered Fukong's body.

The sword intent shuttled through the rain curtain.

This time, it was Fukong's turn to be disturbed, and the other party's resolute will was also reflected at this time.

Fukong reacted violently, his hands rushing out at the same time.

But he still couldn't grasp the sword that rained down, and a bloody streak was cut on Fukong's neck.

The rain was fleeting, everything was back to normal, and the moment just now seemed like a dream.

Laugh at!

Blood spurted from Fukong's neck, but his hands also passed through the headless body in front of him. The special energy can even affect the blood power of vampires, cutting off the vitality of the strong.

I couldn't hold the sword, but I still found someone.

Unfortunately, the punch was still a step slower at that moment.

Fukong pumped his hand, and Red's body fell, and Fukong's neck was still spurting blood, but his posture was erect.

"Not a bad sword."

Then it went dark.

……

The two sat in the audience, both silent.

One looked to the left, the other to the right, and neither of them wanted to be the first to talk to the person who had just died with him.

Fokong is arrogant, and Red is a little aggrieved.

But after a while, it was Fukong who took the lead in speaking: "I was in a bad mood before, I'm sorry. ”

It's very frank, but the reason of "bad mood" seems very insincere.

"It's okay, I've learned a lot from playing with you." Red also returned to his usual calm appearance and replied.

This is true.

Although there is a difference between fists and feet and swordsmanship, they are both a kind of skill, and some of the ideas and directions of progress are all things that Red can learn from.

The battle just now was neat, but many things on both sides failed to fully play.

Even though Rhett was serious, he was always thinking about asking for advice until the last minute.

When I first saw that the opponent's move was negligent and was directly shot in the head, and then I used a killing move at the moment when I felt death for a long time, which also made Fukong unable to react.

All in all, the two made a fool of themselves together.

Fortunately, there are only two of them in the theater now.

Otherwise, if anyone else sees it, they will probably be so embarrassed that they want to find a crack drill.

"Can you ask why you're in a bad mood?" Red began to approach the man in the play who didn't seem to be easy to touch.

"I had a fight with a friend."

"That's right." Red wanted to say something, but he got stuck.

Friend? If you really want to talk about friends, he seems to be the only one left in this theater.

As for his world, vampires other than Azula fear him, and humans fear him. There is absolutely no one to sit down and talk to.

That's why he comes to the theater when he has nothing to do, and even if he comes up sometimes, he is alone.

Fokong glanced at Red and said, "Don't care, it's a regular thing. It's not the first time we've quarreled, and I'm not good at communicating, so I'll come here to breathe when I accumulate to a certain extent. ”

While it's good that you're willing to talk, Red has a lot of criticism about the "yes" in his words.

Although this one looks cold, he is quite meticulous in his observation of some details, including the mood swings of others.

"What do you mean by breathability......"

"From your point of view, it's probably looking for death."

Red was a little embarrassed.

Combined with the fact that Fukong is good at reading emotions and thoughts, his initial idea that Fukong and the demon lord are not comparable have probably been read, no wonder the other party suddenly turned the spearhead and wanted to have a fight with him.

"You're right, I know I'm far away from him. Challenging him is my way of venting my feelings, you don't need to understand. Fukong said indifferently.

Red was silent.

He is basically paralyzed outside of the theater, no different from Fukong's current appearance, and when he "goes to work", he has to face a group of unpleasant subordinates as a high-ranking person, so he thinks that his facial expressions, body language, and even mood swings are well controlled.

Even if Fukong has a keen sense, he won't be seen through to such a point.

"Then you should at least reach the point of being humane, so that I can completely fail to see through." Fukong said again.

Yes, Rhett feels like he can save his double quotes.

"But...... It's pretty good, too. Fukong let out a cloudy breath, "Before you came, I was under a lot of pressure. ”

Why?

"Although the atmosphere of the theater is very good, the demon lord and the good man are characters far beyond my vision, and there is always a barrier."

What about the troupe director?

"I couldn't get along with him, although I respected him a lot, I tried to accept some of his memories with him, tried to exercise my will, but I persevered for a minute and then gave up. I was the only ...... who didn't make a contribution when he fled."

So Fukong is actually ...... A little guilty? Red also tried to figure out what the other party thought.

"Whatever you want." Fukong said coldly and forcefully.

Rhett understood.

"And there's another one, the one before you." The only one Red hasn't seen is the one left.

When I asked the demon lord and the good man, both of them were selling off the knees, and with a teasing smile.

I can't understand what is written at all when I read the script, it's messy, and I can even make graffiti in the script!

At present, he only knows that the other party's name is "Kefen".

Fukong said: "Haven't you seen him yet?" If the demon lord and the good man both choose to sell the guanzi, I can't say much. If I had to say that it was difficult to get along with, he would probably be far worse than me. Moreover, he only listens to the words of the troupe leader, and even the benevolent man is difficult to approach. ”

Rhett was even more curious.

However, everyone seems to be planning to sell him on this point, and a consensus has been reached.

That's bullying.

The corners of Fukong's mouth picked at him without a trace, but he quickly smoothed it out, and then stood up from his seat: "Nice to meet you, Red, I'm much more comfortable, I should go." ”

"Well, walk slowly." Red nodded.

Fokong simply left through the side door.

Red sat still for a moment, reviewed the fight he had just had, and then left.

"Fokong, very interesting person."

This is the idea of his contact with the other party today.

The side doors closed, and the theater was once again as quiet as ever, waiting for the audience.