Xing Zhengrong, who rolled over, dislocated his entire left arm, and his arm drooped weakly. He used the power of the dance, and the moment Xiao Yuanchao's fist hit him on the shoulder, he did his best to complete the unloading.

But the power of critical hits is by no means so simple, if the inch strength is to burst out the power through guò to achieve instant burst damage, then the crit is to pour all the power into your body through guò a little bit.

It's like stuffing a grenade into your body and then the grenade explodes.

It's just that the grenade has become an incomparably powerful force, and the maximum amount of time it hits the inside of the body.

Xing Zhengrong unloaded, and the maximum Cheng dù completed the unloading, but even if the power of the surge dance, it still couldn't stop the invasion of the critical force.

It's too irritable, it's too strong, if he hadn't felt this power in an instant, and if he hadn't made the most of Cheng Dù's unloading, his entire shoulder would have been shattered.

But even so, his left arm was still forced to dislocate by that force, and it hurt to drill his heart.

A touch of fear rose in Xing Zhengrong's heart, and he clearly remembered the critical attack used by Xiao Yuanchao's anti-Dragon Nest Martyrs Company. When he looked outside, he felt that the crit was nothing more than that, and even he could completely resist it with the strength of his dance.

But when I really encountered it, I realized that what I saw was an illusion, and this was not something that the human body could resist at all!

It represents not only speed, but also the absolute force that nuclear fission can produce.

Yes, that's right, this is a nuclear weapon in power, a nuclear weapon that nothing can contain!

"Take your arm and let me take a good look at your strength." Xiao Yuanchao, who shook Xing Zhengrong's arm to the point of dislocation with a punch, made a calm voice, raised his head at him and said: "The problems of Yiqiqi were all caused by you first, if you didn't use that kind of means to deal with Du Baobao back then, I wouldn't be able to humiliate you in the Dragon's Nest ten years later." You are very forbearing, but can you really defeat me? No, you can't beat me at all, and when I Xiao Yuanchao stands up, no one can beat me. Not because I'm confident, but because ...... I'm madder than you, I'm fiercer than you, and those two things alone are enough. ”

"Click!"

Xing Zhengrong grabbed his left arm, pulled it and pushed it towards his shoulder, and forcibly linked the dislocated arm with his body.

He shook his arm and said to Xiao Yuan with a grim face: "It's early, it's not over yet." I'm just getting started, but it's just a draw. ”

Xiao Yuanchao was forced by Xing Zhengrong to take off his hands, and Xing Zhengrong's right arm was dislocated by Xiao Yuanchao. One and two, you come and go, just a tie.

"Smack!"

Xiao Yuanchao took out a cigar and lit it, twitching it vigorously to fill the tobacco and burn.

"Whew......" He exhaled a puff of smoke and swung his fist at Xing Zhengrong.

The fist slashed silently through the air, looking incomparably slow, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, and seemingly without any lethality.

But this punch arrived in front of Xing Zhengrong in an instant, like an invisible ghost.

The fist is very slow, but it does not mean that Xiao Yuanchao's movements are slow. In Xing Zhengrong's eyes, Xiao Yuanchao simply floated over, and even the retina was still deceiving him, making him think that the other party was still staying in place.

The moment the fist came, Xing Zhengrong clearly felt the threat of death. Even though the fists are really slow, really slow. But the pressure caused to him was simply trapped in an immobile whirlpool, and the air of this whirlpool was completely controlled by Xiao Yuanchao's critical hits.

This is his world, and when he casts critical hits, he is the master wherever he goes.

Xing Zhengrong is going to suffocate, no, it's not about suffocating, it's already suffocating!

Unwillingness, disobedience, humiliation, and so on burst out of his eyes, and all the images that had once appeared began to flash through his mind like a movie: humiliation, kneeling...... Kneeling, humiliation......

"Drink! Defy!!! ――”

The kind of roar that refused to bow his head burst out from Xing Zhengrong's mouth, and his blood was burning, burning wildly. When his whole body was in a burning state, the feeling of suffocation disappeared, and the confinement he had suffered disappeared!

"Whew!"

Xing Zhengrong retreated frantically, and in the process of retreating, the whole person showed a dancing posture. He was dancing, dancing madly, dancing beautifully, making tedious and graceful gestures with both hands towards Xiao Yuanchao's fist, constantly frustrating to complete the unloading.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ……”

A tight slapping sound sounded, and Xing Zhengrong moved extremely fast, using every tedious small action to consume the power of Xiao Yuanchao's critical attack.

After being unloaded, Xiao Yuanchao's fist was no longer slow, and he rushed forward, completing the incomparably violent impact.

However, at this time, Xing Zhengrong's body floated to the side, dodging the opponent's critical attack. Hit the ground with both feet and stomp hard.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Stomping his feet twice in a row, Xing Zhengrong frantically absorbed the power of the earth and made himself strong.

And as he stomped his feet, two footprints appeared on the hard ground, and even the ground trembled.

At the same time, Xiao Yuanchao swung another punch. It's still slow, it's still unhurried, it's still full of dominating power!

"Whew!"

Xing Zhengrong's body danced again, but this time the dance was a dance with the power of the earth, which was completely different from just now.

If just now it was a classical flop and beautiful dance, now it is a dance with a Latin wild overture. The dance is full of surging power, and the softness is mixed with bright masculine power.

However, this did not affect any sense of beauty, but released the mutual aid of beauty and softness and steel in the way of impacting the eyeballs.

If Yue Zilong was here, he would definitely sigh to himself. Because Xing Zhengrong really fused the two powers perfectly, and he used them so skillfully that even he couldn't surpass them.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The sound of slapping sounded again and again, and Xing Zhengrong was fearless in the face of Xiao Yuanchao, and used the fusion of his two forces to neutralize the opponent's attack.

But Xiao Yuanchao's attack did not stop with the two defeats at all, he still attacked unhurriedly, still using the power of critical hits. Endlessly, without knocking down the opponent, it will never stop.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ……”

The sound of stomping feet sounded one after another, and Xing Zhengrong danced completely. He couldn't fight back, so he could only defuse Xiao Yuanchao's attacks uninterruptedly.

The power of the critical attack is too strong, but the power of the earth and the power of the dance are perfectly integrated.

Attack, can't attack; Fight back, no chance.

The two people were instantly entangled, one calm and full of murderous intent, and the other danced to their heart's content.

Their battle turned into a war of attrition, to see who could not support it first, and to see who slowed down first! R1148