"Huge, send me to inspect this side, you bird feathers can't get along with me, come and grab land with me! I'm afraid it's not that you don't have laws and regulations, and you don't have a long memory. Bingjun wiped off a layer of bright oil from his hair, and Bing Ling's knots fell from his hair, quite a bit of rural non-mainstream atmosphere.

During the sweeping war, Yan Mo did not listen to the commander's orders, and single-handedly challenged many spirits, without the slightest scar, forcibly killing six people and severely injuring three.

His recklessness made a good start to the victory of that sweeping war.

Such a great feat, should have been knighted, and the power position was even higher. But when he met Lord Gino, who was strict in governing the army, Lixun's promotion came to naught, and he was relegated to this place to have trouble with a humble general who he completely despised him.

Under the Gino army, he was rewarded and punished without complaint, who called him when he was solo, he ended up in a fiasco.

Reduced to this place, the flame touch is also convinced. But it was the young general in front of him who was always working against him, which made him a little annoyed.

He was not convinced...... also displeased......

"Ahh "In Yan Mo's eyes, it's all bullshit, and he's dirty when he lifts his shoes.

Why does Flame Touch despise the huge and the big so much?

The reasons for this......

At least in front of the so-called huge giant, he could completely retain his spare strength and beat the huge giant. (Narcissistic production, must be a boutique)

Lord Gino was strict in his army, with two exceptions, the Free Army,...... That's the second one.

The Free Army, as the name suggests, is free and loose, and it is completely free to fool around, and even the orders of Lord Gino himself can be disobeyed.

However...... Such an army is in the hands of a huge and great man, whose strength is only a mediocre fat onion, and the people in charge of Gino's army are all stronger than him, as there is an idiom in ancient times...... Destroying the heavens is exactly this principle.

Naturally, he was unconvinced and displeased, strength was his creed in this life.

Bingjun can't tolerate him coming nonsense, although the Free Army has no regulations, but he and he have just been transferred from the regular army, and military discipline and military rules should be followed, and they must not come nonsense.

As the so-called rivalry is the opposite, the wide road should also be three points narrow......

If you win, I will do as you wish, and you can go in and out of this place, and I will not say a word. ”

This is a good idea, it can be a momentary anger, and a big battle can end those unhappiness that has sunk in the heart. and can achieve the goal, fight for this square inch of land.

Confident as he is, he naturally played a good sling with the other party, reprimanded and insulted, and the other party begged for mercy and insisted on the small abacus that he did not let go.

With a dull sound, it can be regarded as a promise. Without waiting for Bing Jun to react, the flame rune on the tip of his head hung low, and the flame Xiong Ran poked out his ghost claws, wanting to block all of Bing Jun's actions at the first time.

Bingjun didn't panic, raised his hand and drew a circle around his body, and the cold qi generated by the rotation broke the entanglement of the five-finger flame encirclement.

Bingjun's waist is small, and the Bingling vertebrae stick rotates around his body, tightly and tightly, and the white strips on the tightly attached belt are also condensed with frost.

The popsicle kung fu is not bad, and it is a little more playful than the circus juggling.

Yan Mo was not convinced, and broke the siege with such a playful attitude, wouldn't it be too embarrassing, and his soldiers were all watching.

The rapid fire fell, and the flowing fire broke the cold from the roar of the fist wind and forced Bingjun, Bingjun held the ice cube stick in his left hand, and the cold air in his right hand suddenly appeared, and he slapped straight towards the flowing fire, and the popsicle was picked up and brushed by the flame's ear, and the fragments of sparks exploded, and the ice chips flew.

After taking a few steps back, before they could stabilize their figures, they couldn't wait for another move.

The frost covered the ground, the thorns sprang up from the ground, and the flames struck it quickly and swiftly like a fiery snake writhing among the grass.

The figures of Bingjun and Flame Touch shuttled between them, the cold and hot breath were staggered, and the popsicles that burst and exploded staggered, piercing the red flames, Bingjun held and pulled them out casually, and the popsicles turned into knives, splitting the flame spear through the wind.

The battle was extremely fierce, the shattered starlight and the colorful glow refracted between the ice chips reflected their faces, sometimes angry and anxious, sometimes calm and serious.

"I can't imagine that the strength of your young general is really impatient! Flame touched in surprise, the tip of the spear and the blade of the knife struck each other, and the fierce gaze went straight to the past, and the two rays of rhino light burst out with sparks far more intense than between the swords and guns.

"Obey the rules, how about it?" Bingjun snorted coldly, and the breath of frost was like a filament in a cocoon, curling up.

The color of approval in his eyes was swallowed up, and the color of Li took his place. The strong strength did make him respectful, and it was enough to impress him, but the stubborn thoughts made him extremely unhappy, like a surging flame that instantly swallowed all the previous good feelings, and all the respect, admiration and so on turned into ashes.

It was too late, and then it was too fast, the scorching flame stream ran wild, the fiery red snake was entrenched, the dark red eyes were locked on Bing Jun's thin figure, the extremely hot breath was spitting, and the surrounding air was steaming and dancing, extremely hot.

Bingjun stepped on the ground, the cold Ling vertebrae under his feet converged and condensed, the ice dragon sighed, and the extremely cold qi reversed the heat and dryness. One ice and one fire, the two are folded in half, and they are not allowed to take half a step forward from each other.

The hot breath is like a tide, lapping on the thin ice wall, and the cold wind emitted by the blue ice is like a drunkenness, perseverance, entanglement and fusion with the flame, and the air flow rushes straight up, breaking through the air cover of the rapid transformation of ice and heat.

Bing Jun's cold eyebrows and blue eyes flickered slightly, the flames touched the tiger's eyes, and the scorching sensation waved away from his palms, and the atmosphere was extremely hot.

All of a sudden, they seemed to have entered the state of two people, and everything that was happening around them could not be absorbed into their eyes, and their expressions were extremely focused.

However, there will be nothing around them that can interfere with them, and the polar heavens of ice and fire divide half of the world. The men on each side of them were furious, all their breath coming out of one nostril, and the black light hidden in the armor hole of the helmet pulsed violently, as if they were going to kill the other party.

The two sides stood against each other in this way, and no one rolled up their sleeves to make a move, just stared at each other quietly, as if this battle had nothing to do with them, they were just here to support the pomp and grandeur.

Between the ice and fire pole lines, straight and bilateral, and between the middle lines, I couldn't see the figures of Yan Mo and Bingjun, only to see the blue and red lines staggered rapidly, and then separated, and the armor soldiers on both sides were far away from each other, expanding the scene.

This is an inner monologue from a certain soldier: Just stand, I'll stare at me...... I stare at each other.