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Chapter 171

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After speaking, Zuo Zhicheng retracted his killing intent. Compared to the Red Sun Monk, his mental strength was much weaker. Therefore, he had no intention of competing with the Red Sun Monk in this aspect.

'Although we both have the appearance of humans, my cultivation in this aspect is indeed much weaker than his. It's basically impossible to cause too much damage to him by attacking him with the power of the mind. '

'The only way is to destroy him physically.'

'Then, this is the end of my probing. '

Zuo Zhicheng's figure flashed continuously, leaving behind afterimages as he moved around the Red Sun Monk. Originally, he could also use Nightsea to perform some attacks. However, he was unwilling to expose the fact that he cultivated Daoist techniques in public. Therefore, he chose to move at high speed to confuse the Red Sun Monk's vision.

At this time, the Red Sun monk also recovered from his shock. He put his palms together, and in front of everyone's eyes, they could see traces of red light shining on his skin. The Red Sun Inner Scenery behind him also kept shrinking. This was him reducing the attacking range of the Inner Scenery and increasing the strength of the attacks around him.

On the other side, Zuo Zhicheng continuously moved at high speed, dodging the Red Sun Monk's Scorching Sun. In the next instant, he gave off a berserk killing intent as he rushed towards the Red Sun Monk.

The strong wind and the cold wind brought about by the killing intent mixed together and blew on the Red Sun Monk's body. He almost felt his body temperature drop a little.

The Red Sun monk's hands bloomed like a lotus flower, manifesting the blazing sun once again. This time, Zuo Zhicheng relied on his physical body and mental strength to forcefully endure the attack, allowing him to quickly charge forward. This time, the Red Sun monk could only rely on his fists and feet to resist Zuo Zhicheng's attacks.

Zuo Zhicheng's speed was still as fast as before. It was so fast that it was terrifying. Almost in the blink of an eye, a fist was already enlarging in his eyes.

With a loud bang, the Red Sun Monk barely managed to block the punch, but Zuo Zhicheng had already sent out a second punch.

His five fingers tightened, and this punch was like a mountain, smashing towards Red Sun Monk's body. Zuo Zhicheng, who had unleashed this punch, saw the muscles on his arm violently expand, and his blood and Qi surged, as if he had squeezed all the strength in his body into this punch.

Facing the second punch, the Red Sun Monk did not retreat or dodge. He knew that his speed would not allow him to dodge Zuo Zhicheng's attack. He couldn't even see Zuo Zhicheng's punch clearly. Therefore, he sent a palm strike towards Zuo Zhicheng.

The two men's arms collided with each other. It was as if two steel bars had collided with each other, making a shocking sound of collision.

Although the moves were simple, the momentum of the two was too great in the eyes of the surrounding people.

The whistling of the wind caused by Zuo Zhicheng's movements alone was enough to make the surrounding people unable to open their eyes. Not to mention, when the two men's arms collided, they could almost see the ripples in the air with the naked eye.

The few Martial Masters closest to them rolled their eyes and fainted.

The ground beneath the feet of the two men was crushed by two huge forces at the same time. Countless bricks and tiles shattered and flew out, turning into countless pebbles and debris that flew everywhere.

Under such pressure, no one dared to approach. The surrounding people screamed and scattered.

The third loud bang came from the collision between the two men's bodies.

Along with this blow, their clothes fluttered in the wind, and the bricks and tiles beneath their feet shattered.

The Red Sun Monk's body staggered backward. Blood flashed across his face. The corners of his mouth and ears were bleeding uncontrollably. Both his hands were trembling and he could barely hold them together.

On the other side, Zuo Zhicheng didn't seem to be having a good time either. His fists were red and emitting white steam, as if they were cooked. The water in his body was also constantly being depleted.

The two men didn't hold back in this head-on confrontation. The result was obvious. Zuo Zhicheng won in terms of physical strength, while the Red Sun Monk had the upper hand in terms of mental cultivation.

It was at this moment that the sound of horses and men could be heard. The Red Sun Monk's eyes flashed fiercely. Accompanied by a blinding light, he jumped over the wall.

Zuo Zhicheng's eyes turned cold. He ignored the injuries on his hands and chased after him.

"Be careful."

"They're escaping!"

Minghe, Yu Wen, and Bai Youling fled separately. Yu Wen had just knocked down a few Martial Masters and flipped over the wall when a black shadow flashed past him and chased in the direction of Red Sun Monk.

"Zuo Zhicheng?" Just as he was wondering why the other party had passed him, a sharp pain came from his back. He didn't have time to think. Accompanied by the sharp pain, he completely lost consciousness.

His entire body fell to the ground, leaving only a large hole in his chest.

On the other side, the White Spirit was surrounded by Lin Ganghao and the others. With his sword in hand, Minghe rushed out with a gust of wind and a rain of blood. Wherever he went, no one could withstand a single strike from him.

However, Qing Yueqiu patted the gourd at his waist and a white figure appeared in front of him. He swung his sword and the figure was cut in half without any reaction. However, this attack had no effect on the white figure. The two halves of the white figure attacked Minghe from two directions.

Beside him, more and more white shadows swarmed over. As Minghe slashed with his sword, the white gas became more and more dispersed. Like a cover, it surrounded him.

As for the strongest Red Sun Monk, he was completely overtaken after running for less than a hundred meters. It wasn't Zuo Zhicheng who caught up with him, but a flying sword that was much faster than Zuo Zhicheng.

The Red Sun Monk barely dodged a few swords before losing two of his fingers.

If he was at his peak, he might be able to deal with Li Xunyi. However, after fighting with Zuo Zhicheng, his body was seriously injured and he could barely use his hands.

Now, he was powerless against the flying sword that was almost the nemesis of martial artists.

"Red Sun Monk, take this!"

At this moment, he felt wind behind his head and heard Zuo Zhicheng's voice. He subconsciously threw a punch behind him. With a crackling sound, a small glass bottle was shattered by his punch. The liquid inside splashed onto his face and body, causing him to let out a wild cry.

It was the sulfuric acid that Zuo Zhicheng had concocted himself.

Due to his serious injuries, blood loss, and the loss of his limbs, the Red Sun Monk's injuries worsened.

His enemy had no intention of showing mercy. A white light flashed and the flying sword slashed down. The Red Sun Monk raised his hand to block, but his entire right elbow was cut off.

At this moment, Zuo Zhicheng had already arrived in front of him, and directly punched the heavily injured Red Sun Monk.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of a pile driver hitting the ground was heard. Li Xunyi could almost feel the ground under his feet trembling.

After a few punches, the Red Sun Monk's consciousness was blurred. The flying sword spun in the air and flew back, stabbing into his back.

The Red Sun Monk subconsciously kicked his legs and tried to dodge, but Zuo Zhicheng grabbed his foot and threw him from one side of the ground to the other like a pancake.

After a loud bang, there was another one after another. It sounded like a steel bar hitting a metal plate.

When the surrounding soldiers finally arrived, they saw Zuo Zhicheng standing quietly on the spot. His fists were covered in blood, covering his original burns.

In front of him was a lump of flesh and blood that was no longer humanoid. It was impossible to tell what it originally looked like.

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