Counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!

After being humiliated, Xiao Yuanchao immediately shot up and waved his fists at Xing Zhengrong and launched a furious counterattack. He is not a waste, he is a red fierce soldier, and no one can trample him under his feet.

Even if someone steps on it, even if someone steps on it, it cannot be Xing Zhengrong. Because Xing Zhengrong is his defeated general, he once knelt at his feet!

In a short distance, Xiao Yuanchao's right fist hit Xing Zhengrong's cheek, and a short and sharp sound of breaking the wind broke out. This punch condensed all the power on his body, extremely violent and fierce.

This is a strong counterattack under humiliation, which can be described as a storm. A counterattack storm was driven with a fist, covering the sky and erupting like a volcanic lava.

Facing Xiao Yuanchao's counterattack storm, Xing Zhengrong smiled slightly, stretched out his left hand like lightning to pinch Xiao Yuanchao's right wrist, and his body suddenly completed a rotation on the spot.

The rotation is very beautiful, and the rotation is very elegant and chic, making people feel pleasing to the eye.

But Xiao Yuanchao was not in the mood to appreciate the other party's elegance because he was trapped in a huge suction force. It seemed that Xing Zhengrong's body was a huge vortex, which made people involuntarily be swept into it.

"call!"

Under this suction force, Xiao Yuanchao's body rushed forward involuntarily, and his whole body hit the wall.

"Bang!"

A dull sound came out, and Xiao Yuanchao, who hit the wall, bounced back and lay heavily on the ground.

His mouth and nose were bleeding out, his face was covered with scratches, and he looked extremely miserable.

Xing Zhengrong gently raised his feet and stepped on Xiao Yuanchao's body again. However, this time he stepped on his chest, but his cheek.

"The strength is very good and the speed is also very good. Unfortunately, there are so many differences from the past." Xing Zhengrong lowered his head with a smile: "If you don't have to, you have to endure. How can you explode if you don't learn to endure? Xiao Yuanchao, you are getting back to life."

Half of his cheek was stepped on, Xiao Yuanchao struggled hard. But as he struggled, Xing Zhengrong's feet became more and more forceful, and he couldn't even move.

But he didn't say anything harsh, but just gritted his teeth and his eyes were full of red and fierceness.

At this time, nothing is useful, and he was stepped on by Xing Zhengrong. Since he was stepped on by his feet, what else can I say? The loser has to experience the treatment that the loser should have, which is understandable!

"Ho-ch! Hu-ch!..."

A violent gasp sounded from Xiao Yuanchao's mouth and nose. His body began to twitch slightly, and the skin all over his body began to slowly turn red, just like a burned iron plate, turning red little by little, and becoming hot and hot little by little.

He clearly felt that adrenaline was increasing secretion, from a wisp to a wisp, and then from a wisp to a wisp to a wisp. Just like a dry old well, after years of drought, fresh well water finally began to gush out.

"Xiao Yuanchao, I, Xing Zhengrong, dreamed that I would trample you under my feet, and you would never be able to get up!" Xing Zhengrong roared with a ferocious look on his face: "When I knelt in front of you, do you know what I was thinking at that time? I wish I could commit suicide, and I would die immediately. I am a man, I would rather die standing than live on my knees! But you are forcing me, forcing me to die, and forcing me to raise my head in the Dragon Nest, just because I am a man who has knelt down to others!"

As the roar was heard, Xing Zhengrong's ferocious cheeks showed great grief and anger, and his right foot was stepping on him even more forcefully. Xiao Yuanchao's cheeks also deformed, and even the sound of bones rubbing against the ground through the flesh.

Xiao Yuanchao, who was trampled, stared with his eyes wide open, and his eyes were almost protruding. A stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, flowing down the corner of his mouth to the ground, condensed into a small pool.

"I have to kneel for the sake of the Dragon Nest because I have no choice. I am your spoil, I am the spoil handed over by the Dragon Nest!" Xing Zhengrong gritted his teeth and raised his head high, shouting in grief: "What did I do wrong? I knelt for the Dragon Nest and was humiliated for the Dragon Nest, but in the end I became the object of exclusion? Yes, my status has improved, but my personality has been lost without a trace. Everyone knows that I, Xing Zhengrong, can kneel to others, and everyone thinks that I am the kind of soft-boy who can choose to betray all faiths in the face of death. No one wants to stay in a tactical group with me, and no one wants to partner with me, just because I have knelt down, just because I have kneeled down!!!"

The more Xing Zhengrong said, the more aggrieved he felt, the more angry he became. He was a man, he was not afraid of death, and he knelt down just to pay for the failure of the Dragon Nest. But why did he get that kind of treatment? Why? Why?!

Kneeling is not afraid of death, but being humiliated is just for the dignity of the dragon nest. Is it really wrong for him to throw away his dignity to maintain the dignity of the dragon nest?

"It's all because of you!!!" Xing Zhengrong suddenly lowered his head, raised his right foot and kicked Xiao Yuanchao hard on the cheek.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After being hit hard, Xiao Yuanchao's head hit the ground hard, and a bloody flower appeared instantly.

He was almost stunned by this kick, and his face was completely deformed because of the power of this kick.

The eyes were almost completely protruding, the teeth in the mouth were loose, the facial muscles were twisted, and blood was vomiting out of the mouth.

God knows how powerful the power of Xing Zhengrong's kick is, but even so, Xing Zhengrong still retains it. If he does all his strength, this kick will be enough to kick Xiao Yuanchao's head into pieces and trample on him and die happily.

But Xing Zhengrong came here not to kill Xiao Yuanchao, and he could not kill Xiao Yuanchao at all. He just wanted to let his enemies be greatly insulted, just like the insult he suffered.

They can compete, attack, and fight, but they are absolutely not allowed to kill each other, no matter what the reason is.

Xing Zhengrong reached out and grabbed Xiao Yuanchao's neckline and lifted it up, approached the other party's cheek and gritted his teeth and said, "I will repay what you gave me twice, and repay it bit by bit! You waste, it's better for me to get better soon. I don't have much patience anymore, do you understand?"

Xiao Yuanchao stared at Xing Zhengrong with his sudden eyes, and his muscles twisted cheeks showed a faint smile.

This smile was full of disdain, full of arrogance and domineeringness, and even more filled with lawlessness.

His skin became red when exposed, completely like the full burning color of the sword when casting a sharp sword.

Hot and terrifying!

The adrenal glands were surging, one after another, as if they didn't know what a stop was.

Xiao Yuanchao was like a forged sword, full of blazing flames!!!
Chapter completed!