Chapter 1235 Zhou Yuwei’s Thoughts

But when facing this man, he felt the crazy and domineering spirit of his body, Fei Xiong's hands were trembling slightly. He knew that it was not fear, but excitement. He was facing the most terrifying enemy he had never encountered in his life! He knew that he was excited, and when he met the strong, he was strong. He was an indispensable talent for the best soldier. Only by constantly challenging strong enemies that seemed invincible and constantly surpassing the limits of creatures, he could continue to grow.

Xiang Yufeng looked at Feixiong Wang Xing with a smile. His eyes were like long letters that the cobra kept sucking and spitting, and also like a light instrument with perspective function. As Xiang Yufeng's eyes kept gaze up and down, Feixiong's heart became more and more uneasy. He had never encountered such a pair of eyes that were so bright and deep, so bright that anyone could feel dazzling in front of him. The deep tunnel made people unable to enter his world at all, and it was even more impossible to stand on the same level as him.

Fei Xiong shook off the heavy iron clothes hanger on his body, and suddenly tore open his faded military uniform. He used the saber in his boots to cut a deep scar on his naked chest. As the blood splattered, he suddenly raised his head and roared wildly. This was the case with wild beasts, stimulating his ferocity with blood.

Xiang Yufeng's pupils quickly shrank because he saw Fei Xiong using the serration on the back of the saber, grinding his skin bit by bit and cutting his muscles bit by bit. He was using the cruelest method to stimulate the pain of his body to the limit, and squeeze out the wildest potential and animal nature in his life bit by bit.

"Ao!"

The trembling mad howling, the shrill mad howling, the mad howling that only injured beasts will send out, and there is no way out of retreat. The mad howling that has been ready to fight to the death is echoing in Xiang Yufeng's ears.

Wang Xing had become an angry ferocious wolf, and a crazy blood red rose in his eyes. With a sound, he slowly pointed the saber in his hand towards Xiang Yufeng and shouted: "Come on, have the purest fight between men with me!"

Looking at the blood-stained saber in Feixiong Wangxing's hand, Xiang Yufeng suddenly laughed wildly. He already liked this man a little!

This is the real soldier! A real man!

Soldiers are also humans, and they will also have joy, anger, sorrow, and emotional ups and downs. But what is different from ordinary people is that once they enter the battlefield and once they face enemies, even if they use saws to cut their bodies, even if they use knives to release blood from their bodies, they will inspire their craziest, most unyielding, most arrogant, and most unruly murderous aura in the shortest time!

Xiang Yufeng pointed at Wang Xing, and said solemnly: "You are a real man, please let me respect you the greatest respect!"

Xiang Yufeng let out a shocking roar, and suddenly pulled out a bayonet of the same kind, tilted up at a forty-five degrees, revealing its sharpest coldness. It suddenly penetrated into the ground, and Han Li's sharpness directly hit Xiang Yufeng's wide and strong body.

There is pure collision between the body. There is no dodge or dodge, only an offensive war.

Facing your own enemies, you will die if you retreat!

You dodge and die!

If you are afraid, you will die!

You can only give up all defenses, use the weapons in your hands, your fists, your legs, your head, your teeth, and every inch of skin on your body, attack, attack, and attack again!

Forget the whine of physical pain, forget the terrible sound of bone fracture, forget the sharp bamboo swords that may pierce into your body at any time, forget that you are still alone!

Through repeated physical attacks and confrontations between each other, you will completely release all the potential in your life and the animal nature in your blood, transform the emptiness of the desert, the boundlessness of the grassland, the coldness and helplessness of wind, frost, rain and snow into the desire for power, all transform into the persistence of life and indifference of death!

Those who can survive this kind of trapped beast fight are the craziest beasts and the purest killing machines.

Before the official start of the operation, Xiang Yufeng already knew all the information about the personnel this time.

Feixiong Wangxing is a sixth-level fighting expert in special martial arts. Feixiong, the captain of a special forces and the captain of an international peacekeeping force, once created a record of knocking down twenty-seven professional special soldiers in thirty seconds. In fact, if there is no restriction on the competition regulations and allowing unlimited performance, the integration of special martial arts with the most direct and effective killing technology of soldiers will be carried out, and even a master who is one of the best in his class will die at his hands.

He has amazing explosive power and endurance, and he can pull a heavy duty truck with both hands.

Although he looked tall and strong, like a male bear barely evolved into a human form, he had extremely strong balance and could forcibly walk through an eight-meter-long steel rope, otherwise he would not have been given the title of "Fox".

Flying bear, Wang Xing.

In short, he has too many advantages. He has too strong power. He is so strong that Xiang Yufeng can only use various strategies to weaken his fighting spirit and attack his confidence. Xiang Yufeng can even be said that as a person, he has reached the edge that his body can bear. Next, as long as he has a little training, as long as Wang Xing is exposed to the world where Xiang Yufeng is located and practices the power in the ancient martial arts world, then a real killing beast will be re-out of the iron cage and born in his hands!

"Come on!" Xiang Yufeng roared angrily and raised the military sect in his hand.

When Xiang Yu Peak is on the bayonet behind him, Xiang Yu Peak no longer needs to keep the calmness of a superior. He no longer needs to force his feelings to suppress his feelings, and no longer needs to hide his desire and passion for fighting in his life.

If the blade is at its core, you have to fight. If you fight for the victory, you will die!

Burn, fighting spirit, burn, passion, burn, my crazyest fighting spirit!

The military sect let out a long and crisp sound in Xiang Yufeng's hand!

It seemed to feel Xiang Yufeng's crazy murderous intent that was boiling to the extreme. It also began to jump with Xiang Yufeng and dance with every cell in his body.

Xiang Yufeng looked at Feixiong Wangxing and said coldly: "Come on, I'm looking forward to it!"

"Ao!"

Wang Xing let out a crazy howl, and the saber in their hands was aimed at each other's chest at the same time.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

The sound of a blacksmith kept coming from the two sabers, and everyone around was stunned, all fucking crazy. In this world, are there anyone fighting like this? Are there anyone fighting like this? Are there anyone who is like this? Are there people who are like this?
Chapter completed!