Almost everyone stood up, and the whole venue stood up in the dark, lest they not see the shocking side.

They knew what kind of strength Xiao Yuanchao had become, not to mention anything else, just beating the two great soldier kings of the Dragon Nest was enough to stand on the pinnacle of the peak. As for Xing Zhengrong, in their eyes, he is definitely not as good as Xiao Yuanchao.

But now? Xiao Yuanchao was beaten into this appearance by Xing Zhengrong in less than a minute, which was completely unexpected by everyone.

Xing Zhengrong is strong, but he is definitely not so outrageously strong!

"Hahaha...... Hahahaha......" Xing Zhengrong laughed, stared at Xiao Yuanchao and shouted, "You think I'm worse than you?" Do you think I'm really worse than you? I'm forbearing, I'm forbearing, just waiting for this moment to take off all the halos of your Xiao Yuanchao, and then put them under my feet and trample them hard! Why should I kneel at your feet? That's because I have to carry the shame of the dragon's nest, and I dare to carry the shame of the dragon's nest! And today, I'm going to take back all my shame and inflict it on you even harder! ”

The more Xing Zhengrong spoke, the more excited he became, and his face was distorted and deformed because of excitement. He was waiting, waiting, waiting for the day to come.

The following are all the soldiers of the red murderer, and Xiao Yuanchao is the red murderer. He wants to pull the red murderers down from the high altar and crush them fiercely in the Red Fierce Army!

Xiao Yuanchao stretched out his hand, pulled out the wooden thorn inserted in his shoulder, spat heavily, and stared at Xing Zhengrong's twisted and deformed cheeks.

He was very strange about Xing Zhengrong's strength, which was a kind of strength that was extremely rigid and soft, and reached the feeling that rigidity and softness could be used at any time. And this feeling has only appeared in Master Yue Zilong.

Gang, that is, the power of the earth; Soft, that is, ...... Earth Dancer, Power of the Earth, Power of Dance!

At this moment, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes widened suddenly, staring at Xing Zhengrong in disbelief, not knowing what to say. He dared to swear that Xing Zhengrong definitely learned from his master Yue Zilong, because there is no second power of the earth.

And the kind of power that is soft to the extreme, and can knead oneself wantonly is so familiar, and it completely inherits the characteristics of Yue Zilong.

No, this is even more powerful than what Yue Zilong used, and it has completely reached a perfect realm of no trace and free sending and receiving.

"I now have the power of the earth and the power of dance, I am soft when you are strong, and I am strong when you are soft. Xiao Yuanchao, do you know what a combination of rigidity and softness is? Hahahaha......" Xing Zhengrong continued to laugh and said: "Others can't deal with you because they don't understand softness, but they are just blindly rigid." To deal with you, you must have the same rigidity as you, and you must have the softness that you don't have. You're dead, you're dead today! Hahahaha......"

And sure enough, it was!

Xiao Yuanchao pulled out the sawdust that had pierced his face one by one, and his heart rose with a cautious feeling that he had never felt before. He knew that the current Xing Zhengrong was definitely very strong, and it was unknown whether he could fight against the other party.

"It's so strong that it can't be broken!"

Xiao Yuanchao suddenly let out a roar, and rushed towards Xing Zhengrong again.

The adrenaline was already blowing, and his pupils were already red, and the flames were burning all over his body.

When this fierce flame burned, Xiao Yuanchao completely entered a crazy attack posture. Every punch and kick he threw was filled with a terrifying power.

And the adrenaline rush brought him not only strength, but also unparalleled speed.

At this moment, the strength he had burst out had increased by at least three times compared to just now, and he had entered the peak of a normal state.

"Whew! Call! Call! ……”

The sky is full of fist shadows, the sky is full of leg shadows, every punch, every kick, is deceiving everyone's retina, so that what they see is always the stay of the previous moment of attack.

Strong! Strong!! Strong!!!

When Xiao Yuanchao started this kind of attack, he directly raised everyone's hearts to his throat, and then grabbed and hung there fiercely. When their hearts were hung in their throats, they all forgot to breathe, and stared at Xiao Yuanchao, who was so strong that they couldn't help it, in a state of holding their breath.

This is the Crazy Fist, the Crazy Fist that was used against Marcus in the Ancient Madness of the Ham Temple!

The mad punch has no rules, it is completely spontaneous, and once it is used with all its might, it is like a madman.

Xiao Yuanchao threw away the established attack route and used this crazy and traceless punch to deal with Xing Zhengrong. And his mad fist is even stronger than the ancient madness back then, whether it is speed or strength, it is several times stronger.

The fist shadow was heavy, the leg shadow was pervasive, and Xing Zhengrong was completely shrouded in the offensive prepared by Xiao Yuanchao.

However, under this offensive, Xing Zhengrong did not flinch at all, he began to dance like a butterfly all the time, using the power of his dance to the extreme to fight against Xiao Yuanchao.

What a splendid scene this is, full of fist shadows, butterflies flying, beautiful.

Unfortunately, this beauty is full of danger, and usually the more beautiful things are, the more deadly they are.

The two of them were entangled, Xiao Yuanchao was restrained by the power of dance everywhere, and Xing Zhengrong didn't want to restrain Xiao Yuanchao under this kind of attack without a track. Because the opponent's speed is too fast, he doesn't play cards according to the routine at all.

This means that he can't make a prejudgment, he can only keep unloading, but he can't complete the borrowing force.

Suddenly, Xiao Yuanchao's right fist suddenly slowed down, as if something was wrong inside his body, and the originally fast fist slowed down.

Slow means ......

"Smack!"

The dancing Xing Zhengrong grabbed Xiao Yuanchao's right wrist, which was extremely accurate.

But the moment he grabbed Xiao Yuanchao's right wrist, he clearly captured the cunning in the other party's fierce light.

A small wooden thorn appeared in Xiao Yuanchao's right hand without warning, stabbing towards Xing Zhengrong's veins like lightning.

"Whew!"

The sharp wooden thorn stabbed into it fiercely, making Xing Zhengrong hold Xiao Yuanchao's wrist to the right with a burst of soreness, and subconsciously let go and retracted it.

It's a pity that it's too late, Xiao Yuanchao won't let go of this opportunity.

"Roar!!

A lion-like roar erupted violently from Xiao Yuanchao's mouth, and his left fist pulled out a straight diagonal line from the bottom up, hitting Xing Zhengrong's cheek with precision.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of fists colliding with facial bones sounded, and Xing Zhengrong's body was directly picked up off the ground.

"Roar!!

There was another roar, Xiao Yuanchao's body flew up, and he used his heel to cover Xing Zhengrong's chest with his heel.

Xing Zhengrong quickly raised his arms to block.

"Smack!"

"Boom!"

Xing Zhengrong's body slammed into the floor under Xiao Yuanchao's kick, and the whole person twitched fiercely.

"Click! Click! ……”

The floor beneath him couldn't withstand such a strong impact, and there was a clattering sound. With the sound of shattering, half of Xing Zhengrong's body sank in, and the broken wooden thorns around him pierced into his body without mercy.

It's fair to come and go!

PS: Next chapter, 10:30R1148