Author: Night Rain Lights

kill!

The cloth stick tightened, and the sound of killing fell. A blood-stained fist was no longer shocked or terrifying, and he forgot to die.

For some reason, the old man suddenly pulled the stick back and stood a few steps away, and his expression finally changed.

Under the heavy rain, a drop of blood fell from its old cheeks covered with wrinkles.

The old man didn't even look at it. His dry left hand spread out in front of his chest, and he had already put the blood bead into the thick and dark palm. Then his eyelids trembled and his eyes drooped. He took a faint look. His dead and silent eyes seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

This is not his blood.

Opposite him, Chen Zhuo's right fist was still striking, and the skin on his fist eyes was blooming, blood was blurred, and the drops of blood were poured down by the rain and fell into the soil.

Hit it.

Before the fist was hit, blood on the fist came with the force.

The old man looked surprised and suspicious. If he hadn't punched him from the air, he would have felt that he would not be able to avoid this move.

Coincidence or accident?

Chen Zhuo ignored the other party's reaction, spread his five fingers, slowly spreading his arms as if he was about to embrace the world in his arms. The thunder sound in his chest and abdomen was swelling constantly, and the muscles in his body began to squirm and mobilize wildly.

He opened his mouth to the sky, and his mouth was silent, but there were bursts of thunder rising from his chest and abdomen, squeezed out from his mouthpiece, and then through the half of the broken face, he trembled in his body as the "Tiangang Power" was shaking and shaking. The exposed flesh was covered with undulating tendons and wandering tendons.

In today's battle, he must go his best, raise his head and exhale, and exhale the stagnant energy in his chest to prove his own way.

"kill!"

With a sudden clench of fists, Chen Zhuo's mouth suddenly burst into a shrill roar like a wolf howl, and with the thunder sound, he followed the sky thunder.

An invisible turbulent force was immediately attracted in the void. The thunder sound, which was originally formed by the collision of muscles and bones all over the body and the turbulent breath, resonated with the thunder above the head. The muscles that were originally wandering around tightened together, and they felt the turbulent force created by the thunder again.

As the thunder sounded over his head, the old man finally saw his mind concentrating on his face, as if he saw something extremely unexpected.

But while Chen Zhuo's muscles were shaking and swelling, the calluses on his fists and scars on his body were peeling off one by one, and his old skin was fading away.

Ordinary people can't notice it, but the old man's eyes are half-closed, and he only feels a turbulent murderous intent rising quietly in the body of the person in front of him, climbing up step by step, like a hot and hot bear fire, without any concealment, straightforward, tragic and domineering.

"Hehehe..."

The old man smiled coldly. He realized that he could face him, but he dared to expand his murderous intent so unscrupulously, which was like digging his own grave.

Without saying anything, he grabbed the stick with one hand and swung it. The two-meter-long stick shadow suddenly turned around and turned into a crazy python in the rain. Then he pointed his foot alone, and his body was like a top. The stick shadow accumulated three circles in the rain. As the howling and violent wind spread out layer by layer, the stick tip swept towards Chen Zhuo's neck like a mountain pounding.

Rumble...

The sky roared and thundered endlessly. Chen Zhuo's body slid backwards, and his mouth was constantly sucking and exhaling breath, as if he was absorbing the vast thunder energy between heaven and earth. The thunder sound was harmonious, and he was seeking the thunder to move his strength. His internal organs were trembling and wriggling, and his heart and lungs were booming, as if he was stimulating, and his five senses became clearer than ever before.

The originally misty rain curtain seemed to slow down and became clear in a trance. The drops of raindrops that scattered were unprecedentedly distinct, rather than being kneaded into a ball, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

After a few steps, the continuous stick shadows had already come after him. Chen Zhuo's right leg suddenly tightened, and a cloudy splash of water appeared in the air in the toes, and his whip legs were swept over the stick.

The originally tight as iron cloth sticks instantly changed from the strength of their place, and half tightened like iron, and half continued to scrape Chen Zhuo's neck like a soft whip.

As if he had expected it, Chen Zhuo retracted his left hand and buckled his five fingers inward, and had already blocked the tip of the stick halfway. He held the tiger's mouth and twisted it, and turned the originally soft cloth stick around his wrist when it was right.

Just as I was about to exert my strength, I suddenly saw a figure that seemed to be untouched, with big sleeves bulging, and people rushed from the wind and rain like a top, as fast as a ghost, raising my arms and hands, and swept a sleeve towards Chen Zhuo's chest.

The wide sleeves were so round and bulging like a gray python, and the infusion of the force was probably not inferior to that of the cloth stick.

Chen Zhuo grabbed the cloth stick with one hand and extended his arm to fight back with the other.

However, when the two collided, the swelling sleeves were not strong and powerful, but soft as cotton. As soon as they touched, a dry left hand suddenly spit out of the sleeve and fell to Chen Zhuo's chest. The withered and yellow palm suddenly opened its tendons, and the qi and blood surged, and it was as hard as iron.

Hands in sleeves.

Iron sand palm.

What a sinister way to beat him.

Chen Zhuo's heart also thumped, pushed his right elbow and hit his palm. During the collision, he took advantage of the recoil force to loosen the cloth stick and pulled it away.

But the old man seemed to have expected it, with his waist as the axis, the cloth stick turned around and caught up with him, and the stick tips were pointed straight, splitting the wind and rain, like a poisonous dragon going out to the sea, pointing straight to his heart.

"Bang!"

However, Chen Zhuo cut it open with a knife in his hand.

The old man looked surprised, carried a cloth stick on his shoulders, put his hands on his back, and turned his eyes. He looked at it again, and said hoarsely, "Hehe, it's a bit different from before... Unfortunately, it's still insignificant!"

Chen Zhuo's eyelids trembled, and the water droplets on his eyebrows exploded instantly, his eyes were as cold as two balls of ghost fire. The thunder sound between his chest and abdomen kept looking for the thunder in the sky and trembled.

After a word fell, the old man turned his body and stepped on his toes, and he had already moved around Chen Zhuo and attacked quickly, and his body movement was faster than before.

In a trance, there seemed to be several figures surrounding Chen Zhuo in the hazy rain, jumping and jumping. For a moment, there were shadows of sticks that were plucking, slashing, and sweeping.

But what is surprising is that Chen Zhuo actually kept up this time.

He clenched his fists, his eyes flew, his legs sank, and his center of gravity stabilized, and he had already smashed his fists towards the shadow of sticks that were attacking from all directions. Although he was still a little bit clumsy, his chances of winning were no longer as slim as before.

Chen Zhuo was even more unlikely to be controlled, so he turned defense into attack, his feet were walking around the arc, his body and spine were undulating like a dragon, and he had already slid into the rain. He searched his big hand, shook his hand and pushed his palm at the little old man, and took a fist and quickly attacked.

But no matter how tight the attack was, the thin opponent in front of him could always get the lead, find a gap between the fist shadow and the palm wind, dodge it, and wait for an opportunity to hand out the stick shadow.

During the continuous collisions, Chen Zhuo's qi and blood floated, and the blood in his throat surged again.

Although the heaven and earth in front of him were different, this was not Tongxuan, but the physical body, tendons, bones, and blood vessels reached an unprecedented fit. Everything was rubbed together under the thunderous hammer.

All the bones are connected, and all the barriers are transformed, so that his five senses are all improved at different levels.

The style of playing is also to the next level.

But this is not enough.

No matter how strong the fighting style is, it is hard to beat Tongxuan.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath, and his murderous intent increased instead of reducing. He was not Sun Lutang, and he would not be like that. That was not his way.

Killing means killing. In his eyes, the murderous intent should be direct, it should be straightforward, it should be clean, it should be pure; just like that silent yellow land, rough and simple and rough; just like when he was rampant in Guanzhong, I want to kill you, even if I want to kill you, I will swear to kill you, and I will never let you go in the sky and the earth. I must kill you quickly and kill you quickly.

In his heart, there is no way out.

Kill means killing, there is advancement but no retreat, there is just death.

The murderous thought was great. Chen Zhuo suddenly remembered the death of Liang Crook, the death of Yin Fu, the death of Li Luoneng, the death of Guo Yunshen, the death of foreigners entering Beijing to burn, kill and loot, and the desolate scene of changing children and eating, starving everywhere, white bones covering the plain, cruel scenes, and the rice and meat on the table, vegetable...

Chen Zhuo's face was half short, showing all the evil appearance of Rakshasa, his hair was still bloody, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

This dog-go-go world deserves to be killed!

Rumble...

Thunder and roaring together.

Looking at the crazy and evil appearance of the person in front of him, the old man who relied on his first awareness to dodge was inexplicably a little afraid. His whole body tightened and a cold air burst out from his heart.

Between the attack and defense, his whole body suddenly became cold, and a hand knife broke out from the wind and rain, slashing his throat.

The little old man turned over and fell down, his face calmed down.

A string of blood beads scattered in the rain, and a blood mark appeared on the old cheeks.

Finally, it was red.

May Day is outside, so I will make up for it tomorrow!!
Chapter completed!