Xing Zhengrong, who had rolled over, dislocated his left arm and his arm drooped weakly. He used Wu's power to do his best to complete the power removal the moment Xiao Yuanchao's fist hit his shoulder.

But the power of a critical strike is not that simple. If Cun Jin bursts out the power through a little bit to reach an instant explosion of damage, then Critical strike is to pour all the power into your body through a little bit.

This feeling is like stuffing a grenade into your body and then exploding into your body.

However, the grenade turned into an extremely powerful force, impacting the inside of the body to the greatest extent.

Xing Zhengrong has relieved his strength and completed the relief to the greatest extent, but even if the power of Wu is surging, it still cannot stop the invasion of the critical force.

Too irritable and too strong. If he hadn't felt this power in an instant and relieved his strength to the greatest extent, his entire shoulder would have been shattered.

But even so, my left arm was still dislocated by the force, and it hurt so much.

A hint of fear arose in Xing Zhengrong's heart. He clearly remembered the critical strikes that Xiao Yuanchao used by the Dragon Nest martyrs. When he was watching outside, he felt that the critical strikes were nothing more than that, and even he could withstand with the power of dancing.

But when you really encounter it, you realize that what you see is an illusion, and this is not something that the human body can resist!

It represents not only speed, but also the absolute power that nuclear fission can produce.

Yes, that's right, this is the nuclear weapon in power, a nuclear weapon that nothing can control!

"Pick up your arm and let me take a good look at your strength." Xiao Yuanchao, who shook Xing Zhengrong's arm to dislocated, made a calm voice and raised his head and said, "All problems were caused first. If you didn't use that method to deal with Du Baby back then, I wouldn't have been able to humiliate you in the Dragon Nest ten years later. You can tolerate it, but can your toleration really defeat me? No, you can't defeat me at all. When I, Xiao Yuanchao, stood up, no one could defeat me. It's not because of my confidence, but because... I am crazy than you, and I am crueler than you. These two points are enough."

"Click!"

Xing Zhengrong held his left arm, pulled it and pushed it hard towards his shoulder, linking his dislocated arm to his body.

He shook his arm and said to Xiao Yuanchao with a vicious look on his face: "It's been already, it's not over yet. I just exerted my strength, but I just got a draw."

Xiao Yuanchao was forced to remove his hands by Xing Zhengrong, and Xing Zhengrong's right arm was dislocated by Xiao Yuanchao's attack. After a while, he went back and forth, and it was a draw just now.

"Bang!"

Xiao Yuanchao took out a cigar and lit it, twitched it hard, making the tobacco full and burn.

"Huh..." He spat out a heavy breath of smoke and swung Xing Zhengrong with a punch.

The fist passes through the air silently, looking unparalleled, looking harmless, and without any lethality.

But this punch arrived in front of Xing Zhengrong in an instant, as if it was floating invisible ghosts.

The fist was very slow, but it did not mean that Xiao Yuanchao was slow. In Xing Zhengrong's eyes, Xiao Yuanchao was floating over, and even the retina was still deceiving him, making him think that the other party was still staying in place.

The moment the fist came, Xing Zhengrong clearly felt the threat of death. Although his fist was really slow, it was really slow. The pressure he put on him was simply trapped in an inactive vortex, and the air in this vortex was completely controlled by Xiao Yuanchao's critical strike.

This is his world. When he strikes a critical blow, he is the master of the position he goes to.

Xing Zhengrong is about to suffocate, no, it is not about to suffocate, but about already suffocate!

Unwillingness, dissatisfaction, humiliation and other emotions burst out from his eyes. All the scenes that once began to flash through his mind like movies: humiliation, kneeling... kneeling, humiliation...

"Drink! I don't accept it!!!——"

The roar that he would never bow his head burst out from Xing Zhengrong's mouth, his blood was burning, burning wildly. When he was in a state of burning, the suffocation feeling disappeared and the imprisonment he suffered also disappeared!

"call!"

Xing Zhengrong retreated frantically. During the retreat, he showed a graceful dance. He was dancing, dancing wildly, dancing gracefully, and his hands made complicated and graceful gestures to Xiao Yuanchao's fist, constantly frustrating and completing the power removal.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!..."

The tight slap sounded, and Xing Zhengrong's movements were very fast, using every cumbersome and small movement to consume the power of Xiao Yuanchao's critical strike.

After being lifted, Xiao Yuanchao's fist was no longer slow, and he rushed forward, completing the extremely violent impact.

However, at this moment, Xing Zhengrong's body floated to the side, avoiding the opponent's critical strike. His feet fell to the ground and stomped his feet hard.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After stomping his feet twice in succession, Xing Zhengrong frantically absorbed the power of the earth and made himself stronger.

And as he stomped his feet, two footprints appeared on the hard ground, and even the ground was trembling.

At the same time, Xiao Yuanchao punched another punch. It was still slow, still slow, and still full of dominant power!

"call!"

Xing Zhengrong's body danced again, but this time it was dancing with the power of the earth, completely different from before.

If it was the classical dance just now, then now it was the dance with the wild Latin overture. The dance was full of surging power, mixed with bright masculinity in softness.

But this does not affect any aesthetics, but instead releases the beauty through the mutual assistance of softness and steel, which impacts the eyeballs.

If Yue Zilong was here, he would definitely feel inferior. Because Xing Zhengrong really perfectly integrated the two powers, and he was extremely skillful in using them, and he could not even surpass them.

"Smack it..."

The sound of slapping sounded again. Xing Zhengrong was not afraid of Xiao Yuanchao and used the fusion of his two forces to offset the opponent's attack.

But Xiao Yuanchao's attack did not stop with two defeats at all. He still attacked slowly, and still used the power of critical strikes. He would never stop until he knocked down the opponent.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

The sound of stomping feet rang out one after another, and Xing Zhengrong danced completely. He could not fight back, so he could only uninterrupted Xiao Yuanchao's attack.

The power of the critical strike is too strong, but the power of the earth and the power of the dance are perfectly integrated.

Attack, you can't attack; when you fight back, you have no chance.

The two of them instantly became entangled, one was calm and full of murderous intent, and the other danced to the fullest.
Chapter completed!