Crit, the earth dancer Yue Zilong pursued a realm that he had not pursued in his life; Critical hits, it is said that only two people in the whole world will crit.

One is the brutal Marcus, who killed the former leader of the Kham Temple with the critical power he mastered, and occupied a wide stage in the world with the power of critical strikes.

The other is Xiao Yuanchao, who has the power of critical hits, and even used the power of critical hits to break one of the arms of the brutal Marcus with one punch.

And now, Xiao Yuanchao presents a critical ideology. The next moment, he had to start using critical hits, and at that time, he would not be controlled by anyone, and he would rely entirely on his body's instincts to control himself.

"Bear child! Stop it! Stop it!!! King Shi let out an anxious roar.

But Xiao Yuanchao didn't hear it, and it was impossible for him to stop now. Because his cigar had already fallen when it reached its peak in the air, because Zhao Hongqi and Zu Yanshan had already attacked in front of him.

A punch, a slow punch, it seems to be slow, but I don't know how fast the punch is.

Just like a high-speed car tire, when you stare at it, you will find that the tire is actually stationary.

Why? Because it's too fast, it tricks your retina, and the uninterrupted residual image makes you feel like it's static.

In the same way, Xiao Yuanchao's punch is that kind of situation, fast to the extreme, fast enough to let your retina deceive your eyes. It's so fast that you think his fists are slow, slow, when in fact his fists are terrifyingly fast, fast enough to freeze the air around them.

When this punch is struck, the master of this area is him Xiao Yuanchao!

Suffocate! Yan zhòng's suffocation, indescribable suffocation!

Looking at the fist slowly floating in front of him, Zu Yanshan's pupils lost a qiē focus, and the only thing he could see was the fist, which belonged to Xiao Yuanchao's fist.

He had a feeling that he seemed to have entered an irreversible magnetic field in an instant, and Xiao Yuanchao's fist was the core of the magnetic field. When this magnetic field core is formed, all the qiē will stagnate under the action of the magnetic field and be allowed to crush.

But Zu Yanshan was struggling, his eyes reflected the madness of the beast, and he twisted his body fiercely, struggling to dodge, and just relied on the strength of his body to let his fist rub against his chest.

"Whew!"

The fist brought a gust of breeze, brushing Zu Yanshan's body, and the fist touched the opponent's combat uniform, only touching a little.

But just this little touch made Zu Yanshan feel as if he had been attacked by a giant hammer, and his extremely strong body staggered back several steps.

When he took a few steps back, his body suddenly lightened, completely detached from the magnetic field brought by Xiao Yuanchao.

And at that moment, Zu Yanshan clearly saw Xiao Yuanchao catch the cigar that was being adjusted, raised his head and took a deep puff, and suddenly sprayed it into the sky.

"Poof!"

The cigar rose into the sky again, and Xiao Yuanchao, who was still tilting his head, waved his left fist and went straight to Zhao Hongqi, who was slashing at one leg.

Zhao Hongqi, who was no longer able to contain his strength, stared at his eyes, and the beast in his pupils also lost its teeth and claws, and seemed to have encountered an irresistible nemesis, trembling and shrinking.

"Drink!"

The sound of explosion burst out from his chest, and at the moment of the explosion, his upper body fell backwards fiercely, and he forcibly retracted his legs, making his son lie on the ground like a thousand pounds.

"Bang!"

The fist slid through, and Zhao Hongqi luckily didn't let his legs touch Xiao Yuanchao's fist. But when he forcibly retracted his strength, he was counterattacked by his own strength and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Poof!"

The red blood spurted upwards, blooming little by little, falling little by little, a shocking sight.

But this is a great blessing! Lucky!

Zhao Hongqi was sure that if his leg came into contact with Xiao Yuanchao's fist, he would definitely be beaten to pieces, and he would never want to walk on two legs for the rest of his life.

The cigar fell, precisely between the index finger and middle finger of Xiao Yuanchao's right hand. The clip is steady, leaving the distance of the cigarette holder that he has always been accustomed to.

Pinching the cigar, Xiao Yuanchao put it in his mouth, took a deep puff, and slowly exhaled a large puff of smoke.

With a flick of a finger, the cigar rises into the air again.

"Up!" King Shi Jun yelled: "Let's go together, the bear child can't control himself anymore!" Fast!!! ”

In the roar, King Shi Jun rushed towards Xiao Yuanchao. At the same time, Chang Sheng, Xia Xumei, Little Pomegranate, Hong Yangwu and other martyrs and warriors rushed towards Xiao Yuanchao at the same time.

Although they don't know what happened to Xiao Yuanchao now, everyone can be sure that Xiao Yuanchao at this time is absolutely invincible, and he is going to kill people quickly, and he really kills people rightly!

In an instant, Xiao Yuanchao fell into the siege of the entire martyr company, the entire martyr company!

And under the siege of more than a dozen people of the martyr company, he still took a puff of cigar with a punch, flicked the cigar above his head, and then caught the cigar with a punch and took a puff...... So back and forth, chic and elegant, not taking the siege of the martyr's company as a thing at all.

And every punch he threw could make the warriors of these martyrs' companies palpitate and dodge.

No one dared to face his punch directly, because they couldn't afford it.

This is the siege of the Martyrs' Company, and what is the Dragon's Nest Martyrs' Company? This is the concentration of the most elite warriors in the Dragon's Lair, and it is the elite of the elite of the special armor troops standing at the highest point!

More than a dozen Dragon Nest warriors had no way to take Xiao Yuanchao, and they couldn't even get close.

And what about Xiao Yuanchao? I smoked my cigar one by one, and shook my fist again and again. Wherever your fists go, no matter how strong or brave you are, you have to avoid them.

Xing Zhengrong squinted his eyes and stared at the battle situation in front of him, and an indescribable light burst out of his pupils.

He took two steps forward, watched patiently, waited patiently. And the body also followed every punch Xiao Yuanchao cast, and even the movements of every muscle were imitated.

But after imitating it a few times, Xing Zhengrong frowned slightly, as if he had encountered some obstacles. And when he encountered an obstacle, he immediately stopped, continued to wait quietly, and continued to watch patiently.

He is studying Xiao Yuanchao and studying this power of Xiao Yuanchao. The fist punched out between the gestures contains the frenzied force that the human body can hardly resist, and this power is silent, giving people a feeling of stillness but movement.

Xing Zhengrong has never lacked patience, and his patience with his opponents is even better.

He will be forbearing, always find the best moment, and cut into battle with the fastest, most ruthless, and most crushing enemy!