Zuo Qingqiu, buried by gravel rubble, stood up without any obstacles, wandered in the rain, and blinked in front of Xu Buling again.

clang

The double edges are connected again.

Under the huge force, Xu Buling stepped out a few steps, raised his hand and prepared to fight back, but he didn't expect to look up and see Zuo Qingqiu, whose robe was broken, dragged the heavy iron mace with one hand, spinning like the wind, and smashed it down with a mace on his head.

"Break it for me!"

Twenty-eight-way serial knife!?!

Xu Buling was stunned, but his hands were not slow at all. He did not choose to block it, but raised his hand and stabbed it straight, pointing it on the smashed iron mace.

call out

Under the rain, the dragon roared suddenly.

The roar that destroyed the city and shook the mountains resounded throughout Shilong Mountain.

The strongest sword style in the world and the strongest sword style in the world.

The same strong and yang are equally invincible. What effect will be produced when used by the two strongest people in the world? Maybe the founder of this sword and this sword has never imagined it.

bite

The iron mace was dotted above the iron mace, and the rainy curtain in the sky seemed to be still at this moment.

The huge impact force shattered the raindrops near the weapon, forming a circle of water mist visible to the naked eye.

Xu Buling's sleeves began to tear apart from the cuffs, revealing his left arm with blue veins rising below.

The same is true for Zuo Qingqiu's right hand, the tiger's mouth collapsed, and cracked blood lines appeared on the back of his hand.

The Northern Qi National Master’s lineage was regarded as two iron maces that were passed down from generation to generation. In Zuo Zhexian’s hands, all the warriors in the world were beaten up. At this moment, they could not bear the terrifying aura contained in each other.

The iron mace in Zuo Qingqiu's hand continued to slash down without any pause, but the place where he was tapped turned into pieces and turned into two pieces.

The iron mace that was directly stabbed in Xu Buling's hand was also broken, and the leather rope bound to the handle was broken. The iron mace turned into a long iron rod with edges and slid back from the palm. If it weren't for the protection of the black gloves, it would probably be able to instantly scrape off the skin and bones of the palm.

Everything happened too quickly, and even the two people who fought could not see all the details clearly.

The splashed pieces of cold iron nailed into Zuo Qingqiu's chest.

The half-piece of iron mace that was smashed also fell on Xu Buling's left shoulder, and a half-inch wound was wiped out, which was visible to the bone.

On the long street, it was like two dragon pythons colliding head-on!

Under the backlash of huge force, the two of them fell backwards at the same time, hitting the bluestone street, slid more than ten feet away.

The rain on the street was half deep, and two ripples separated by the two bodies.

In the middle of the ripples, where the two of them fought, the iron mace in their palms was shot out, the stone bricks pierced through the streets, and directly fell into the ground, leaving only half of the broken mace, like a broken dragon horn in a collision.

"puff"

Before Zuo Qingqiu's body could stop, he spewed out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the stone bricks on the ground with his left hand, and forcibly stabilized his body.

Xu Buling turned back while sliding and stood up again from the ground. His upper body robe was broken. Blood flowed like a stream on his left arm and shoulders. Blood-red and blue veins on his right arm burst out, and he was trembling slightly indesistible.

Although he looked embarrassed, Xu Buling's face was full of excitement and rebelliousness. His cold eyes were staring at Zuo Qingqiu who was lying on the ground, and his heartbeat was like a drum:

"But that's it, come on!"

“Huhu”

Zuo Qingqiu stopped on the street, gasping for breath, his eyes red, like an unyielding evil dragon challenging the Dragon King.

He supported the ground with his hands and stood up slowly. His chest was covered with blood, blood was hanging on the corners of his mouth and nostrils. His face turned red, but there was no fear in his eyes, and he spat blood on the ground:

"good."

Bang

Words fell.

Zuo Qingqiu broke the bricks and stones on the ground with his feet and rushed forward again. The strong wind shattered his robe. The fist wind broke away the falling rain, and a "mountain climbing and horse exploration" was sent to Xu Buling.

Xu Buling endured the severe pain in his arms, his body was not slow at all. He turned left and pulled the raindrops into water mist with a "dragon swing his tail". He came first and swept it to Zuo Qingqiu's side.

With a huge force, Zuo Qingqiu flew out and crashed through the street buildings. Several buildings instantly turned into broken walls.

The collapsed roof has not yet fully landed.

Zuo Qingqiu shouted angrily, rushed out of the room, raised his knees and hit Xu Buling's chest.

After Xu Buling's whip, when he turned around, Zuo Qingqiu arrived in front of him again.

Xu Buling raised his blood-stained arms to block it, and his whole body was knocked out by the force of Hu climbing the mountain, breaking two pillars.

Before he could stop his figure, Xu Buling turned around and stepped on the third pillar. After stomping with all his strength, the corridor column immediately broke, and the person shot back to Zuo Qingqiu like a feather arrow that had taken off the string.

Bang

Bang bang

One after another, one after another.

When you get to the flesh, there is no real move that you have done before.

Without leaving any strength, moves are all a must-kill technique.

Two of the world's top warriors poured everything they had learned in their lifetime of practicing martial arts on each other.

thunderbolt

The thunder has not stopped, and the heavy rain has not stopped.

At first, he was rational, but in the end he was left with only one breath, and he was the only one who belonged to the warrior, and his arrogance of "Who else but me"!

On the street full of broken arms and ruins, two afterimages intertwined back and forth, like dragons fighting and rolling, leaving behind scars all over the ground.

The streets were ruined and hit the forests again; the forests were razed to the ground and hit the lake water at the foot of the mountain.

Thunder is made in the nine heavens, and two dragons wander on the earth, as if they are trying to destroy everything that can be seen around them under the vast power of the sky.

But people are people after all, and human power will eventually be exhausted!

After a muffled thunder, the tumbling of the ground finally subsided.

On the lakeside at the foot of Shilong Mountain, Xu Buling stood between the already collapsed houses, his eyes were blood-red like an evil dragon that had chosen people to swallow, scanning the broken walls under the rain curtain.

And that figure that seemed to never fall disappeared.

The world became quiet, and only a heavy breathing sound was left.

“Huhu”

Xu Bu made him panting like a cow, his body was covered with blood, the mist was steaming, and was washed by the cold rain curtain. He showed dense black marks on his almost boiling body.

Dongdongdongdongdong

After a while, the violent heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the figure never appeared again.

Xu Buling's bloodshot gradually faded away, and the hideousness on his face returned to normal. He put away his fist stance, looked left and right a few times, walked quickly outside the wall of a collapsed building, and looked at it.

Zuo Qingqiu, covered in blood, had already been washed away, leaving only bleeding water constantly oozing from the wound. His originally morbid red face turned pale, but there was no pain. His deep eyes calmed down at this time, leaving only a relief without regrets in this life.

"Mr. Zuo?"

Xu Buling wiped the rain from his face, walked quickly to him and squatted down, looked down at him.

Zuo Qingqiu was lying on the ground, already as angry as a slut, sighing:

"Now, I'm convinced."

Xu Buling frowned, touched the belt, took out the wounded medicine, and prepared to feed Zuo Qingqiu.

Zuo Qingqiu shook his head slowly, looked at the rain falling from the sky, and said hoarsely:

"I can't save it anymore. The 'Dragon Tiger Pill' is something that the ancestors of Jiang's family fought for the dead. They eat very hard, they don't know how painful it is, they don't know how to get tired, and they die until their heart pulse fails. This can't beat you and have nothing to say."

Xu Buling was a little puzzled:

"Come and kill me, what are you going to eat this thing?"

Zuo Qingqiu may have untied the last knot in his heart, his eyes were very plain, and he looked at Xu Buling:

"If you can kill me, I will be convinced. If I can kill you, then if I lose this game of chess, I will be considered as giving you one move for peace in the world."

“…”

Xu Buling frowned and understood what Zuo Qingqiu meant.

He can kill Zuo Qingqiu, and Zuo Qingqiu is convinced.

He couldn't kill Zuo Qingqiu, so Zuo Qingqiu let him go, for peace in the world, he would admit defeat, even if he was defeated, he would still be honored!

No matter what, you can understand your wishes.

Xu Buling thought for a while and spread his hands:

"Mr. Zuo, aren't you looking for trouble? You're dead without regrets. How can I explain to Xiao Taohua?"

Zuo Qingqiu was already like a candle in the wind, but now he laughed:
To be continued...