Call! Call!

Two extremely hard wind-breaking sounds suddenly struck, and the two Zhukov's killer machines simultaneously launched a killing blow at Xiao Yuanchao.

Zhukov is the boss, and the safety of the boss is the greatest!

was flanked, Xiao Yuanchao remained motionless, still staring at Zhukov with drunken eyes.

But just when the two iron legs that were enough to divide gold and gravel were about to fall on Xiao Yuanchao's body, his eyes suddenly became clear, extremely clear.

It was as if all the drunkenness was away from him, away from him in an instant!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A muffled sound that rose almost at the same time reached Zhukov's ears, and he stared incredulously at Xiao Yuanchao, who swung his fists to block the attack of his best killing machine.

"Uh......" A wine burp spit out, Xiao Yuanchao stared at Zhukov with clear eyes and said: "I firmly believe that today will be the most painful day for you, because you moved my boss and provoked me!" ”

Xiao Yuanchao slowly stood up, stood up with his fists against the calves of the two killing machines, and then opened his fists lightly.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The two killers fell to the ground heavily, gritting their teeth and holding the beaten calves, convulsions in pain, but they refused to make a sound.

Their lower legs have been badly damaged, and although their bones are not broken, they have lost the ability to support their bodies to walk normally. The power of Xiao Yuanchao's two punches was very terrifying, and he channeled all the power of the earth into his fists.

In this case, not to mention a human leg, even real steel has to be bent by the blow.

The last killer immediately dragged Zhukov behind him, blocked his boss with his body, and kicked Xiao Yuanchao with his legs like lightning.

"Bang!"

An extremely sharp kick slammed into Xiao Yuanchao's bulging stomach, kicking him backwards. At the same time as flying out, the wine in his stomach rushed outward along Xiao Yuanchao's throat, pulling out a **** waterline in the air.

"Gross! …… Vomit! ……”

Falling to the ground, Xiao Yuanchao continued to vomit. There was almost no food in his stomach, and it was all liquor. In a short period of time, the liquor he vomited turned into a small puddle of water in the arena and flowed down the low-lying area.

And the point where he was kicked out was next to the brutal Marcus and King Shijun, interrupting the life-and-death struggle between Marcus and King Shijun.

"You! ......" Xiao Yuanchao raised his cheeks full of tears and snot, pointed at the nose of the brutal Marcus and said, "You fight with me, your opponent is me...... ...... vomit"

Another big mouthful of liquor spit out and sprayed it on the ground.

After spitting out this mouthful, Xiao Yuanchao raised his head again, wiped his mouth, and smiled at King Shijun: "Boss, it's been lame for so many years, don't come out to fill the big tail donkey." I'll get this guy done, and then let's get a drink. I'll take you to a nightclub and find you ten big boob-mie princesses! ”

"Ahem, cough, cough......" King Shi Jun let out a string of coughing sounds, glanced at Xiao Yuanchao, and left the fighting arena without hesitation.

He is a professional soldier, and a professional soldier knows how to advance and retreat. A puncture wound to a broken rib in the lobe of the lung is equivalent to a loss of combat effectiveness. Keep fighting and die or die, and die worthlessly.

The brutal Marcus did not stop King Shi Jun's departure, and his eyes were completely on Xiao Yuanchao. This is his opponent, the opponent he has identified from the beginning, and the only opponent who can compete with him.

"This is the third one." Zhukov stared at Li Xiandao with a gloomy face: "If you lose the third game again, then you have to get out of here!" ”

In the first game, Gu Madness was kicked to death, and in the second game, Shi Junwang was beaten and lost his combat effectiveness, obviously defeated, and now it is the third game. According to the agreement, if Zhukov wins, the Kham people will all have to go out from here.

"That's right, it's the third one." Li Xian stared at Zhukov and said, "If you lose the third game, you don't need to play the next two games, right?" ”

"Not bad." Zhukov nodded, and shouted at the brutal Marcus: "Kill him!" ”

Hearing Zhukov's order, the brutal Marcus immediately walked towards Xiao Yuanchao. His eyes still had no emotion, and his pupils were terrifyingly deep.

"Huh!"

Marcus, who was about to approach Xiao Yuanchao, suddenly accelerated, rushed in front of Xiao Yuanchao at a stunned speed, and smashed his fist at the other party with a fluttering fist.

It's a jaw-dropping speed indeed, because Marcus's speed is completely beyond human imagination. It is even said that the current speed is at least twice as fast as the speed of the heavy injured Shi Junwang.

And this speed contains a huge amount of power, and when this power is concentrated on the fist and hits out, it shows a light and fluttering slowness.

It's perfectly normal, but what kind of illusion does you have when you stare at a fast-spinning car tire? Do you feel like you've slowed down suddenly? Yes, Marcus's fist is just that, ridiculously fast, yet light and slow.

This is the speed and power of critical hits, and when facing real opponents, Marcus comes up with absolute critical power.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see Xiao Yuanchao's head being blasted by Marcus's punch, his eyes bulging, and his skull being shattered and deformed.

And Xiao Yuanchao also seemed to be stunned by Marcus's critical blow, he involuntarily sat on the ground with his ass down, followed by the whole person sitting on the ground. When he fell to the ground, the wolf rolled backwards in a circle, and rolled the wine he vomited all over.

But under the roll of the wolf Bèi, he was able to avoid Marcus's critical attack and escaped from the hands of the Grim Reaper.

"Wait! Wait a minute! Xiao Yuanchao hurriedly shouted at Marcus: "Let me slow down for a while, slow down for a while!" You're using the power of critical hits right now, but I'm still a drunkard and can't use the power of critical hits......"

Xiao Yuanchao is becoming more and more sober, but becoming more and more sober is definitely not a good phenomenon. He kept drinking to confuse himself and get himself into that critical state.

But now I'm getting more and more awake, and the more sober I am, the farther away from the state of critical hits.

"Critical ......" Marcus stared at Xiao Yuanchao and said softly, "Need to be excited!" ”

When the words landed, Marcus swept towards Xiao Yuanchao like a hurricane, and at this moment, he exerted his speed and strength to the extreme that his body could bear, and launched a life-threatening attack on Xiao Yuanchao.

"Whoosh!"

Marcus, who led the hurricane, ghostly rushed in front of Xiao Yuanchao, pinched the opponent's neck, and smashed Xiao Yuanchao's chest lightly with his seemingly slow left fist.

A terrifying force enveloped Xiao Yuanchao's body, and he could clearly feel that he was trembling, trembling with fear. He felt that he was already a dead man, and at this moment, his wine woke up, completely sober.

The intense death crisis stimulated all of Xiao Yuanchao's nerves, and that fear was like maggots to his bones, making him despair, wail, and scream......

When the fist hit his chest, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes that were terrified to the limit changed, and he lost the brilliance that normal people have, and became extremely bright, and the depth made people can't help but squint into it.

"Smack!"

The fist that Marcus had just attached to Xiao Yuanchao's chest was pinched, and the squeeze was so steady that it was difficult for him to continue to move forward half an inch.

"I understand," Xiao Yuanchao said in a calm voice: "Critical hits need to be activated, thank you." ”

When the words landed, Xiao Yuanchao returned the punch to Marcus, a seemingly light and incomparably slow punch.