Chapter 551

Regardless of whether Zhong Ziyu is still a member of the same party, in line with the hatred with this person, Rong Ling will not let him go. Two black shadows came and went in a hurry. At the foot of the rice field was dark at night. The night wind, the open wind and the surrounding air were gloomy. This chase comes with a scream, but people's physical strength is always limited, even if they have profound skills, they are always exhausted. Half an hour later, they stopped in the middle of a crop. Half of the moon is high in the sky. The moon is cool and full of cold light. Zhong Ziyu's breathing is very fast. Obviously, he has tried his best and is at the end of his tether. He stopped at the same place, quietly adjusted his breath, looked at the man in the black robe who followed him, and pulled out a warm smile from the corner of his mouth: "it's worthy of being a zhengemen Duwei. If it's true, I'll look down on it." Rong Leng doesn't say a word, but slowly approaches Zhong Ziyu. He steps on the slightly wet ground and makes a creaking sound. The sound is not obvious in ordinary days, but it is particularly harsh in this lonely night. Zhong Ziyu's internal power has been coagulated until he can adjust his breath properly. But this time, Zhong Ziyu didn't run. He just looked around at the night and sighed, "it's a pity that you can't enjoy the moon on such a beautiful day. What do you think The face of Rong Leng was cold, and his eyes were as cold as those of Zhong Ziyu. He said coldly, "now tie up your hands and keep your whole body." "Oh." Zhong Ziyu laughed, and his eyes were hooked: "since you are determined to destroy this beautiful scenery, Zhong will have to accompany you." He said, the hand suddenly power, the body shape has turned to the front of Rong Leng, Zhong Ziyu palm into a fist, eyes seeping with killing! One punch, straight to the belly of Rong Leng! Let Leng seem to have a feeling, body a flash, nimble avoid that fist, backhand, go buckle Zhong Ziyu's shoulder. How could Zhong Ziyu have no reaction? In that stroke, he hit the air. When Zhong Ziyu found out that his fist had failed, he turned over to avoid all the parts he would be attacked, turned over and jumped back three steps. Let Leng step forward and pursue. Zhong Ziyu retreats two steps again. He turns around to the back of Rong Ling. This time, he grabs the back of Rong Ling directly. When he catches the back, there is a crash. Rong Ling's clothes are broken, and four bloody paw marks appear at the back vest. At the same time, Rong Leng pinches Zhong Ziyu's arm with his fingertips before he stops, and uses his strength to pull it hard. It's like pulling the other's arm out of life. Zhong Ziyu tightens his lip and wants to break away, but he finds that the force of rongling is like a pair of pliers. If he breaks away forcibly, he will break his arm to him. Zhong Ziyu's expression is very ugly, while Rong Ling ignores the burning pain in his back. Then he hits Zhong Ziyu's face with a fist. Zhong Ziyu is quick and quick, but he is one step late after all. His body is scratched with a blood hole by Rong Ling's fist front, and the murmur of blood oozes out. Zhong Ziyu's eyes are cold and his body is forward, but he doesn't hide. He has three silver needles in his palm, which pierce through and direct the eyes. Allow Leng to dodge, step back two steps, and open the distance. At this time, the night wind began to howl, and the half moon just now became hazy, as if it was covered by something. The smell of blood spread everywhere. A drop of blood fell from the cheek to the corner of the lip. Zhong Ziyu stretched out the tip of his tongue, licked it slowly, and tasted the taste of his blood. He suddenly laughed again. That smile was strange and evil. If ordinary people were looked at like this, they would feel that the back of the spine was cold, just like someone holding a cold python, put it on you. But Rong Leng is just indifferent, watching him smile and spit out a word coolly: "your face, born, makes people want to destroy it." Rong Leng said. He really rushed up and hit the other side's front door again. Zhong Ziyu dodged for a while, but blocked the upper part, but not the lower part. He was hit hard on the abdomen and shot back. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. The blow made Zhong Ziyu tremble inside his stomach, as if his stomach was about to burst. Rong Leng takes advantage of the victory and chases after him. Zhong Ziyu turns over and goes straight to Rong Leng, wrapped in thunder's internal power. The howling internal power is set against the cold wind. The sharp wind blade seems to break people open. The two men have a bloody taste. In this quiet corn field, they shuttle through. When they turn back, they have another layer of blood smell. And just then, a drop of moisture fell from the sky. Rong Ling wipes the blood on the corner of his mouth, looks at Zhong Ziyu, who is also in a mess on the opposite side, squints his eyes and rushes up again. With a series of moves, Rong Ling defeats Zhong Ziyu, but the other side's mind is insidious. His silver needle keeps on stabbing Rong Ling into his dead spot. The two fought in a dark and even more confused way. In the sky, the drizzle finally came down. The rain washed away the blood on the two faces, showing the same excellent two faces, with dark edges and sharp eyes. But Zhong Ziyu's eyes are gloomy and kill Yibi now. They are equally embarrassed when you come to me, but they are hard to win.Two men who are equally confident in their martial arts are like match makers. The longer they fight, the more insidious their desire is to break each other into 18 layers of hell.

The cold winter rain, blood sticky body, mixed with cold and wet air, those split blood holes, washed more and more white by the water, as if they were going to be inflamed and swollen.

This little pain didn't bring much waves for the two people. In the front line of heaven and earth, under the vigorous rain, the two people stood in the water, and continued to attack each other.

This fight lasted two hours.

The original fresh light rain, become wandering heavy rain, rain nail like to fall, crazy hit in the two dead men.

Zhong Ziyu gasped rapidly. He didn't expect that the other side's ability was so outstanding. After playing for so long, he still won.

The situation of rongling is not so good. When the internal power is exhausted, the feeling of forced lifting is like digging the heart and digging the lung, and the organs are in severe pain.

After such a long fight, both of them have lost their strength.

However, they all have their own methods to lift the internal force between one breath, but the sequela of this hard lifting of internal force is that it will be more painful later, after all, it is an extreme method, with great risks.

But if the two sides do not yield to each other, the struggle will never end.

But until now, when Rong Ling looked over, he could not see that Zhong Ziyu was covered with sweat or rain. Zhong Ziyu was wet and fell on the ground with one knee. He was panting for breath. His face was as white as paper, his eyes were as black as distance. All over his face, all over his body, he was already unbearable and bruised.

Several times, Rong Ling has hit Zhong Ziyu's heart and forehead with internal force, which are fatal. If he is injured, he will not die.

However, the other side is very smart and can survive the next time. Even Rong Leng has to admit that the other side is a tough guy, just like him. He is alone, just afraid to catch him.