Zhou Ming reached his right hand behind his back and took off his sword.

"throat!"

The tip of the big sword fell on the ground, making a small crater, but Zhou Ming turned his head and looked outside the rooftop.

Below the villa is a brightly lit black market, to the west is a dark village, and to the west is a bright mine. Backed by tens of thousands of hectares of forest, large machines are operating in the mine, where shovels and hammers work.

The banging sound continued all night long.

The boundaries between light and darkness have become so clear in this isolated place, where managers and enslaved people are all so orderly.

But in Zhou Ming's eyes, everything is not as simple as it seems.

In the monotonous black and white world, the black market is bright and pure white, then there is the dark village, and then there is the mine. Sporadic red light lights up the dark village, and the entire mine is dyed with countless scarlet light spots.

It turns into a dazzling red... It's such an alluring color, beautiful and desperate.

He could not share the magnificence in his eyes with others. Only those who saw it with their own eyes could understand the shock of this intuitive expression of emotion.

Sure enough, this shouldn't be like this, and their fears shouldn't be the paint of this painting... That's not right!

Zhou Ming lowered his body slightly and assumed a fighting posture.

"Choose one." Zhou Ming said to Wang Siyan.

"The one on the right belongs to me." Wang Siyan pointed at Lou Zhixin and said.

After agreeing on their respective opponents, the two of them rushed out almost at the same time. Lou Zhixin on the right raised his arms in a boxing stance and was ready to fight, while Lou Wenzhi on the left still held the sketchpad and put one hand in his trouser pocket.

There, he looked careless.

Zhou Ming was very fast and had already picked up the sword while running, but Wang Siyan was even faster. When Zhou Ming was only halfway through, he had already met Lou Zhixin head-on. At that time, Wang Siyan

Haven't used speed magic yet.

At this time, Zhou Ming always thinks of the moving speed of those protagonists in movies or games. Those characters move ridiculously fast. They do not exist in reality, but they have a beauty of speed that is higher than reality, just like in Devil May Cry.

Like the protagonist Virgil.

Hmm? How does Virgil move?

Zhou Ming was still imagining that Lou Wenzhi had also entered the range of the sword.

The timing of the big sword's strike was just right, and it was at the right distance just before it could hit the opponent. Lou Wenzhi also made no attempt to dodge. He raised the thin drawing board as if using the fragile drawing board.

Can withstand this heavy sword.

Zhou Ming frowned slightly, the blade of the sword came down and touched the drawing board. The feeling coming from the tip of the sword was a bit strange. The sword was like cutting on a piece of steel, and the violent rebound made his jaw hurt, and

There were only a few millimeters of small grooves on the edge of the drawing board - that was the damage caused by the sword just now.

Is this a powerful spell? Or is it Lou Wenzhi’s spell?

Lou Wenzhi made a fist with his other hand and punched Zhou Ming's ribs. Zhou Ming blocked it with an iron gauntlet, but a powerful force that could not be resisted directly knocked Zhou Ming away, as if the fist that hit him just now was not a human fist.

, but a big truck!

This incredible power is comparable to the werewolf he fought against in the masquerade!

If it were a simple physical enhancement, the magnitude of the enhancement would be a bit outrageous.

His arms and waist were numb, and the information about the first fight flowed into Zhou Ming's brain.

After a brief thought, Zhou Ming determined that this was Lou Wenzhi's spell, and the drawing board should be an ordinary drawing board.

Think carefully about the sword strike just now. When it landed on the drawing board, it did not even move the position of the drawing board at all. It only made a small gap on the edge of the drawing board. At that time, Lou Wenzhi was still holding the drawing board with one hand.

Although the opponent's strength was great, Zhou Ming didn't think he could completely offset the inertia of the sword with one hand.

But what exactly is the opponent's spell? It can make the drawing board so hard, and it can have such exaggerated strength. What is the connection between the two?

Seeing Zhou Ming being knocked away by Lou Wen's punch, Wang Siyan turned around and glanced worriedly.

"Hey! Do you want to fight me elsewhere?" Lou Zhixin approached and waved his fist at Wang Siyan.

Wang Siyan opened his eyes wide and looked at Lou Zhixin sharply, his sharp eyes like a falling knife.

The long knife in his hand swept across at an extremely fast speed, and the air flow was cut with a sharp whistling sound. The blade suddenly dimmed and then lit up again quickly, as if even the moonlight could not keep up with its cutting speed.

Accompanied by a sharp noise that seemed to pierce the eardrums, and a series of sparks... Wang Siyan's weapon broke.

The opponent's military green camouflage uniform was cut open, revealing the body armor underneath. The reinforced plastic baffle of the body armor was also cut open, but the second layer of iron plate blocked the unstoppable knife just now.

The excessive force and speed put a huge load on the blade. In this case, it encountered the hard resistance of the steel plate. On the contrary, Wang Siyan's weapon reached its limit first.

"Damn you!" Wang Siyan glared angrily, and a series of numbers flashed in his mind, which was the price of the knife.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I'll fight you without wearing anything?" Lou Zhixin sneered, not ashamed at all of wearing a bulletproof vest.

He seized this perfect opportunity, moved flexibly with his steps, and quickly pulled himself closer. Then he opened his bow with both hands and hit Wang Siyan on the head at an extremely fast speed.

The speed, power, and distance of each of his punches were just right and impeccable, putting even the strongest boxing champions in the Golden Age to shame.

Among spellcasters, Lou Zhixin's talent is outstanding. The force of one punch can easily kill an ordinary professional boxer, even if the punch does not hit a vital part.

Among all the conjurers he has ever seen, there is no one with stronger physical strength than him through natural growth!

The woman in front of him could not be his opponent. Although she was very strong and good at using weapons, Lou Zhixin was sure that she was definitely not a body-enhanced spellcaster, because the enhanced spellcaster had an impact on one's own basic strength.

Amplification, the greater the base power, the stronger the final power obtained after activating the spell.

But there are no traces of crazy exercise on this woman's body. She has no big muscles at all. She has a slender figure and graceful curves. This is an advantage that cannot be concealed for a woman, but for a person who needs to fight in close quarters,

For a warrior, it is a fatal weakness!

Three lightning-like jabs struck straight at Wang Siyan's face. She retreated and twisted her upper body around her waist to barely avoid it.

Just when Lou Zhixin was planning to take advantage of the victory and destroy Wang Siyan's body balance in one fell swoop, an unexpected scene occurred.

"Snapped!"

The palms and fists collided together, making a soft sound.

Lou Zhixin's right uppercut was thrown with all his strength, but Wang Siyan caught it with one hand.

"How is that possible!" Lou Zhixin was speechless.
Chapter completed!