In the army, even if two people have a great grudge, they must not be beaten to the death. It's an unwritten rule, because when you get to the battlefield, you're brothers, brothers who can block each other's bullets at any time.

If this is the case, it means that when the troops go to the battlefield, they will have to fire their guns against each other, and they will charge forward while throwing grenades in the back.

This phenomenon has not happened before, and if we take stock of the history of wars in various countries around the world, we will find that this phenomenon is not uncommon.

The relationship between officers and soldiers and between soldiers has always been the most prominent theme of the troops.

Xiao Yuanchao and Xing Zhengrong were going to fight to the death, but no one could manage it at all, because the two of them were the supreme commanders of the Red Murder Army. When the two supreme commanders are fighting together, no one can intervene.

"Poof!"

Xiao Yuanchao spit the cigar in his mouth on Xing Zhengrong's cheek without warning, and took the lead in attacking.

Since you want to fight, then don't hesitate!

Almost instantly, the fierce glow of gold and gravel burst out from Xiao Yuanchao's eyes. The adrenal glands are racing and secreting a large amount of adrenaline, which makes the heart beat faster suddenly.

Perception, strength, speed, as the adrenaline rush began to climb, and the skin of the body began to take on a faint red glow.

"Whew!"

The fist rushed out and hit Xing Zhengrong's chest directly.

Turning his head to avoid the cigar that Xiao Yuanchao spit out, Xing Zhengrong's left foot suddenly retreated a big step back, allowing his body to turn sideways to face Xiao Yuanchao, widening the distance between them, and his right hand was palmed, slapping towards Xiao Yuanchao's attacking fist like lightning.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of the palm slapping his fist came out, and Xiao Yuanchao's fist seemed to have encountered a whirlpool, and he involuntarily changed his course and hit the air to one side.

Xing Zhengrong smiled, and there was a cruel smile in his eyes.

He slapped Xiao Yuanchao's palm and grabbed the other party's wrist, seemingly gentle, but in fact fiercely brought it towards the side of his body.

Feeling the power of this thousand catties, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes narrowed fiercely, and his body burst into force, and he pulled back his fist fiercely.

But at the moment when he withdrew his fist, he clearly felt a dark energy coming from Xing Zhengrong's palm, pushing towards him fiercely.

"Wow......"

Xiao Yuanchao took a few steps back one after another, and only after his butt hit the table did he stabilize his body.

Surprised, cautious.

This is Xiao Yuanchao's feeling at this time, he is a little strange, when did Xing Zhengrong learn this kind of power.

"The Power of Dance!" Xing Zhengrong sneered at Xiao Yuanchao: "Xiao Yuanchao, you are not the only one who has improved in ten years, I, Xing Zhengrong, have improved far more than you!" ”

"Bang !!"

"Click!"

Xing Zhengrong stomped his foot fiercely, and the wooden rostrum above couldn't withstand the force of this kick, and it suddenly cracked.

"Die!" Xing Zhengrong roared.

With the roar, Xing Zhengrong seemed to be infused with an incomparably strong force, from the feminine and feminine just now to absolute masculinity. The muscles of his body were expanding, and he swept towards Xiao Yuanchao, who was bulging in his regular clothes, like a god of war.

The power of the earth!

Hearing Xing Zhengrong's stomping and seeing Xing Zhengrong's absolute strength, Xiao Yuanchao instantly smelled a familiar breath.

That was the power of the earth, the power of the earth in his hands!

How can it be? How did Xing Zhengrong master the power of the earth???

Xiao Yuanchao was shocked and puzzled, but the strong attack that had already rushed in front of him made him have to give up the idea of asking questions and fight back with all his might.

"Bang !!"

Xiao Yuanchao also stomped his feet, absorbing the power of the earth everywhere.

"Click!"

The wooden floor broke, and countless tiny sawdust splattered and flew upwards. It is also the power of the earth, which is the same as Xing Zhengrong's power of the earth.

"Drink!"

Xiao Yuanchao shouted, and stabbed his fist at the attacking Xing Zhengrong. The moment the fist stabbed out, the sound of the fist tearing through the air suddenly sounded, showing the absolute power of the incomparable force.

The fist rushed forward, towards Xing Zhengrong's fist, absolute power against absolute power, go forward, never retreat!

However, at the moment when the fists of the two people were about to touch, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes suddenly blurred, and he saw Xing Zhengrong in front of him dancing like the most capable elf who could sing and dance.

The dancing is very elegant, which makes people rise to an incomparable beauty.

But Xing Zhengrong didn't dance at all, let alone dance, he just turned his fist into a palm, and his body was transformed into a palm under the drive of the fist, not dancing at all.

But this is such a move, but it makes Xiao Yuanchao and everyone rise to a suffocating beauty of dance!

"Smack!"

Xing Zhengrong slapped Xiao Yuanchao's quick wrist again, and his body floated backwards without dancing, using the power of Xiao Yuanchao's punch, and at the same time adding his own strong strength, pulling Xiao Yuanchao forward and flying out.

"Whew!"

The wind sounded, and a scene that shocked everyone to the point of speechlessness appeared: Xiao Yuanchao was pulled up by Xing Zhengrong, lost his balance, and flew up with the whole person completely in Xing Zhengrong's right hand!

A cold chuckle bloomed at the corner of Xing Zhengrong's mouth, and his body spun around fiercely. At the same time, he flew around with Xiao Yuanchao's body and slammed into the long table on the rostrum.

"Boom la la ......"

The sound of the table shattering came out, and Xiao Yuanchao was thrown to the table by Xing Zhengrong, helplessly hitting it with his head, hitting it with his body, and smashing a long table to pieces.

After the impact, Xing Zhengrong's right hand that grabbed Xiao Yuanchao's wrist still did not let go. He lifted it hard, lifted Xiao Yuanchao's upper body half a meter high, and kicked it over.

"Bang!"

Kicked, Xiao Yuanchao's body flew forward and slammed into the wall of the rostrum.

"Uh-huh!!"

Xiao Yuanchao, who was blocking his ribs with his left hand, gritted his teeth and stared at his eyes, letting out a low muffled snort.

If he didn't protect it in time, I am afraid that several bones that had been kicked at this time would have been broken, and he could only lie on the ground and spit blood.

But even so, Xiao Yuanchao, who got up, still gave people a shocking feeling.

His face was covered with scratches from wooden thorns, especially on his shoulder, and there was a wooden thorn with a foot of more than ten centimeters. Blood was running down his cheeks, and blood was oozing outward along the wound on his shoulder......

They had just fought, but just after the battle, Xiao Yuanchao had already fallen behind and was traumatized by Xing Zhengrong!

The warriors below all showed shocked expressions, they all knew that Xiao Yuanchao had fought against the entire Dragon Lair with his own strength, and won a great victory.

Can ...... now

The soul of the fierce soldier, the dragon slayer was beaten miserably by Xing Zhengrong in a short period of time!!

PS: Next chapter, 9:30. R1148