It's a feeling of exploding, the feeling of a sudden encounter with a raging fire of solidified gasoline. 【】

Zhukov never knew that Kham had such a person, and similarly, Marcus never knew that Kham had such a person.

In their eyes, Kham is just a group of self-righteous and self-respecting warriors. Although it has combat talents on the hot weapon field, and these combat talents also have endless murderous energy.

But this kind of murderous aura cannot be compared with the murderous aura on Shi Junwang's body at all, so to speak, Shi Junwang's murderous aura has reached an extreme. A real man has an absolute murderous aura, that is, it is so pure that it can't be pure bloody murderous aura!

It's been a long time since I've met a decent opponent, and the cripple in front of you is definitely a good opponent!

"You ......" Liang Ying, who was holding the mushroom soup, looked at the back of King Shi Jun, and wanted to say something but didn't say it.

"It's been many years...... Shi Junwang rubbed his temples and smiled softly: "I can finally get back to my former self, this feeling is so refreshing, hahaha......"

King Shi Jun didn't turn to look at the woman behind him, even if the other party said anything moving, he wouldn't turn around. Because the battlefield he is now in is a man's battlefield, and in the man's battlefield, there are only men.

Xiao Yuanchao, who was drinking on the side, stopped his movements, stretched his neck and stared at King Shi Jun, as if trying to make himself sober. But the confusion in his eyes lingered no matter what, and it was not only confused, but also confused.

In short, he is becoming less and less awake now, his mind is completely confused, and he is so drunk that he may not even remember his own name.

He was looking at King Shi Jun, shaking his upper body and looking at King Shi Jun. 【For more exciting novels, please visit wèn】

In the center of the fighting arena, the brutal Marcus was already wrapped in a cold murderous aura, and he had withdrawn his eyes from Xiao Yuanchao, and instead used all the energy of his body to lock on to the opponent in front of him.

And King Shi Jun still stood there proudly, looking at his opponent with a gaze from the peak.

"Boy, you are very good, and your critical hits are also very good, but it's a pity that ......" Shi Junwang exhaled a little boring and continued: "If my head, legs and feet are not broken, even if you can crit, I can kill you alive...... Even now, the crit that can make you the king of martial arts is nothing? Hahaha......"

The laughter is heroic, and the words spoken are even more arrogant. But none of the people present dared to laugh, because they suddenly had a feeling of being willing to believe King Shi Jun.

It is trust in a pure man, or trust in a truly strong man.

Li Xian stared at King Shi Jun, and his mind clearly echoed what Yue Zilong said when he brought King Shi Jun: This is my brother, the peak master who can easily kill me!

Yue Zilong's strength is obvious to all, and when he goes crazy, Kangba has no ability to keep him. He has the power of the earth and the power of a dancer, but he thinks he is inferior to King Shijun.

So what kind of strength can Shi Junwang reach when he is intact, it is estimated that except for the people of Yue Zilong's generation, there is no way to know. Even Xiao Yuanchao didn't know what the strength of King Shi Junwang was before he was injured, he only knew that he was the recognized eldest brother of the martyr company, and he was the eldest brother forever.

"You're just a cripple." Brutal Marcus glanced at King Shijun's legs, shook his head, and said, "No matter how strong you are, you can only be in the past, and now ...... I can only die at my feet. ”

"Hahahaha...... King Shi raised his head and laughed, stopped abruptly, and roared at the brutal Marcus: "Fight!! ”

The roar was like thunder, like a landslide and the ground cracked, and it hit everyone's hearts fiercely. When this roar blasted into their hearts, it immediately flowed down the blood to all corners of their bodies, filling every pore, and making them clearly feel a burst of soreness.

At the same time, Shi Junwang's muscles began to expand visibly with the naked eye, and those eyes were also burning, beating with red flames.

That's right, it's a red flame, because that's real burning, not in the ordinary sense of the word.

The desire to fight has reached a critical point, the murderous aura of blood has filled the whole body, and the violent power has shown a sweeping refraction, which is extremely clear in front of everyone.

At this moment, King Shi Jun is no longer the owner of the shop, but a king who can enter the enemy formation at any time, kill at any time, and can enter and go anywhere, as if entering a no-man's land.

The momentum is monstrous, and the strength is endless!

Zhukov's face changed, became extremely ugly, and even became a little desperate. He could clearly feel the strength of King Shijun, and this strength shattered his confidence in the brutal Marcus.

Marcus was also under pressure, and he found himself facing a mountain, a peerless god of war in golden armor. It's a very uncomfortable feeling, and the only thing you can do is break the pressure.

"Huh!"

Marcus didn't hesitate and took the lead.

Without warning, his right leg pulled out an arc full of brutal beauty, forming an indestructible battle axe, which slashed at the neck of the incomparably fierce Chaoshi Junwang.

"Roar!!

King Shi Jun burst out with a roar from his chest, and instead of retreating, he advanced straight towards Marcus's chest.

This is the real indomitable and unscrupulous. He didn't care if the opponent's tomahawk could kill him, all he cared about was whether he could kill the opponent in the simplest and most effective way.

This is definitely not a martial artist's fighting technique, because it is impossible for them to use it. This is a killing calculation that belongs only to professional soldiers, the difference between one word and thousands of miles!

Fighting is competition, and fighting is the real weapon of killing!

If Gu Madness hadn't died, and seeing Shi Junwang's indomitable progress, he would definitely feel inferior, ashamed, and ashamed. Because he doesn't have the battlefield temperament of either you die or I die, and he doesn't know how to do it either you die or I die!

The indomitable King Shi Junwang rushed straight into the throat of the brutal Marcus and stretched out his right hand to crush the opponent's throat and end the battle.

This is a standard death move, and the battle of professional soldiers is always straight, either you die, or Lao Tzu will die with you.

Faced with a desperate counterattack from King Shijun, the brutal Marcus was forced to give up his right axe to protect himself.

He could see very clearly that if he didn't give up the attack, his legs would be half a beat slower than Shi Junwang. When the opponent crushes his throat, his right leg will definitely be pumped on the opponent's neck in the next moment, but at that time, his leg will lose strength with the crushing of the throat.

So the brutal Marcus gave up the attack and turned to defense.

He had never seen anyone use this kind of fighting, this kind of fighting did not belong to the martial artists, it did not belong to the black fist, it only belonged to the battlefield of slaughter with all the flames of war!