Chapter 551: The Two of Them Fought Like Crazy

Regardless of whether Zhong Ziyu still has any accomplices, out of hatred for this person, Rong Leng will not let him go.

Two black shadows came and went in a hurry, and under their feet was the dark rice field at night. The night wind blew, the sound of the empty wind and the surrounding air seemed a bit eerie.

This chase comes with a scream, but human physical strength is always limited, and even if one has profound skills, there will always be a time when all strength is exhausted.

After another half an hour, the two stopped in a field of crops.

The half crescent moon hangs high in the sky, the moonlight is cool and glowing with cold light.

Zhong Ziyu's breathing was rapid. It was obvious that he had tried his best and was at the end of his strength.

He stopped where he was, calmly adjusting his breath, looking at the man in black robes following behind him, and a warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You are worthy of being the captain of the Zhengemen. As expected, I have looked down upon you."

Rong Leng didn't say a word, but slowly approached Zhong Ziyu, making a crunching sound on the slightly moist earth under his feet.

This sound is usually not noticeable, but in this lonely night, it seems particularly harsh.

Zhong Ziyu waited until he had adjusted his breath and gathered his inner strength. But this time, Zhong Ziyu did not run away. He just looked at the night around him and sighed: "It is such a pity that we can't enjoy the moon under the moon at such a beautiful time. What do you think, sir?"

Rong Leng's expression was cold, his cold gaze pierced towards Zhong Ziyu, and he said coldly: "Now I will restrain my hands and leave your body intact."

"Ha." Zhong Ziyu laughed out loud, his eyes twitching: "Since you insist on ruining this beautiful scenery, Zhong has no choice but to accompany you."

As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force on his hands, and his body instantly appeared in front of Rong Leng. Zhong Ziyu made his hands into fists, with murderous intent in his eyes!

A punch went straight towards Rong Leng's abdomen!

Rong Leng seemed to sense something, and he ducked, nimbly avoiding the punch, and used his backhand to grab Zhong Ziyu's shoulder.

But if Rong Leng responded, how could Zhong Ziyu not? That palm hit him in the air. When Zhong Ziyu realized that the punch missed, he turned sideways, avoiding all parts of himself that would be attacked, turned over, jumped, and took three steps back.

Rong Leng stepped forward, chasing after him.

Zhong Ziyu took another two steps back and circled around to reach Rong Ling's back. This time he grabbed Rong Ling's back. Suddenly, with a crash, Rong Ling's clothes were torn open, and four bloody claw marks appeared on his face. The back of the vest.

At the same time, before Zhong Ziyu could stop his hand, Rong Leng pinched Zhong Ziyu's arm with his fingertips. He used his strength and pulled hard, as if he was trying to tear off the other person's arm.

Zhong Ziyu pursed his lips and tried to break away, but found that Rong Leng's strength was like a vise. If he tried to break free, it would be as if he was trying to break his arm.

Zhong Ziyu had an ugly expression, but Rong Leng ignored the burning pain in his back and punched Zhong Ziyu in the face again. Zhong Ziyu dodges quickly, but in the end he was a step too late, and a bloody gash was scratched on his body by Rong Leng's fist. , gurgling out traces of blood.

Zhong Ziyu's eyes flashed coldly, and he moved forward, no longer hiding. Three silver needles passed through his palms and shot straight into Rong Leng's eyes.

Rong Leng dodged, took two steps back, and distanced himself.

The night wind began to howl at this moment, and the half-shaped crescent moon just now became hazy, as if it was covered by something.

The smell of blood spread, and a drop of blood fell from his cheek to the corner of his lips. Zhong Ziyu stuck out the tip of his tongue and slowly licked it, tasting the taste of his own blood. He suddenly laughed again. That smile was weird and evil. , if an ordinary person is looked at by him like this, he will definitely feel a chill down his spine, as if someone is holding a cold python and putting it on you.

But Rong Leng was just indifferent. He looked at him smiling and said coolly: "You have a face that makes people want to destroy it."

Rong Leng said, and he rushed forward with a lunge and hit the opponent in the face again.

Zhong Ziyu dodged, but blocked the top, not the bottom. He was hit hard in the abdomen and shot backwards.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the blow just now made Zhong Ziyu's stomach tremble, as if his stomach was about to burst.

Rong Leng took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. Zhong Ziyu turned over and jumped, wrapped in the inner power of thunder, and went straight towards Rong Leng.

The screaming internal force lined up with the cold wind, and the sharp wind blade seemed to break people apart. The two men had the smell of blood on them. They passed through this quiet cornfield, and when they turned around again, the smell of blood on their bodies was , one more layer.

And at this moment, a drop of moisture fell from the sky.

Rong Leng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the equally embarrassed Zhong Ziyu across from him. He narrowed his eyes and charged forward again. With a set of combos, Rong Leng beat Zhong Ziyu back steadily. Continuously, stabbing Rong Leng's Achilles' heel again and again.

The two of them fought fiercely and became more and more embarrassed.

In the sky, light rain finally fell.

The rain washed away the blood on their faces, revealing two equally outstanding faces, with deep black eyes and sharp eyes.

Zhong Ziyu's eyes were dark and murderous, and the two of them were going back and forth, equally embarrassed, but it was hard to tell the winner.

Two men who were equally confident in their own martial arts were like rivals in chess. The longer the fight lasted, the more hidden the desire to send each other into the eighteenth level of hell.

The winter rain was cold and cold, and the blood-sticky body was mixed with cool moisture. The cracked bloody wounds were washed more and more white by the water, as if they were about to become inflamed and swollen.

This slight pain did not cause much trouble for the two of them. In the line between heaven and earth, under the heavy rain, the two stood in the water and continued to attack each other desperately.

This fight lasted for two full hours.

What was originally a refreshing drizzle turned into a drifting heavy rain. The rainwater fell down like nails, hitting the two men who didn't know whether to live or die crazily.

Zhong Ziyu gasped rapidly. He didn't expect that the opponent's ability was so outstanding. After fighting for so long, there was still no winner.

Rong Leng's condition wasn't much better. After his internal energy was exhausted, the feeling of being forced to lift it up was like digging out his heart and lungs, causing severe pain in his organs.

After fighting for so long, both of them had lost their strength.

But they all have their own methods to violently lift up the internal strength in one breath. However, the sequelae of this forceful lifting of internal strength will be more painful later. After all, it is an extreme method and carries great risks. .

But the two sides refused to give in to each other, and this struggle could never end.

And until this moment, Rong Leng looked over and saw Zhong Ziyu's head and face covered with sweat or rain. Zhong Ziyu was dripping wet, one knee fell to the ground, breathing rapidly, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were as black as black. Everywhere on his face and body is dilapidated and scarred.

Several times, Rong Leng had hit Zhong Ziyu's heart and forehead with his internal energy. Those two places were fatal. If he was injured, he would either die or be injured.

But the other party was very smart and could save the day every time. Even Rong Leng had to admit that the other party was a tough guy on par with him. It would be a bit risky for him to catch this person by himself.