Du Mu can suppress Zhang Lu, but what is strong is the killing power. He has developed a killing power, the real fifth-class soldier king.

But under his stimulation and influence, all Zhang Lu's seeds fell into the most cruel rule, that is, the laws of nature, the survival of the fittest.

Suddenly, a field appeared in Zhang Lu's mind, with wildfires burning and everything was swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire.

In the wilderness where the fire was raging, a spring breeze blew, and all the seeds germinated, full of vitality, and green again.

The wildfire cannot be burned, and the spring breeze will grow again.

"This kid is weird, you must fight quickly!"

Du Mu felt that Zhang Lu was changing, and seemed to have fought with him and gained insights.

Once the other party realizes something more powerful, it will be more difficult to deal with.

"It's too late to sharpen the gun at the last minute!"

Du Mu shouted angrily and stepped out suddenly. With the stimulation of the killing force in his body, his hair exploded and stood upside down.

The whole person seemed to be in a state of furiousness.

The fist was squeezing in his chest without raising it.

This punch was still used to hit, but when the muscles and bones exploded, it made a dull sound.

It was like a huge toad, yelling inside, like a cow mooing, low and heavy.

The explosion of muscles and bones is a special move by the sixth category of soldiers, which stimulates the big dragon in their bodies.

The dragon raised its body and its fist could not be exposed, but it was accumulating strength, just like a gathering dark cloud, lightning and thundering at any time, and heavy rain would be pouring out.

The fist suddenly hit.

The fist moved, touching Du Mu's whole body, the dragon's body turned, his hands and feet moved together, and the strong wind whistled.

Zhang Lu knew that the opponent could not attack for a long time and was about to use a killer move. He was extremely powerful, with his toes at the bottom and he retreated repeatedly.

Du Mu looked not fast, but he was fighting for life and death, and he was like thunder.

A heavy fire broke into Zhang Lu's chest with one punch.

Manzhu Shahua's Eyes, 15 independent perspectives locked in this fist.

Push forward with both hands.

Bang!

The two sides collided.

The strong wind blew Zhang Lu's hair and combat uniforms.

This force actually shook Zhang Lu and knocked him out.

Zhang Lu flew out five or six meters in a row, supported his feet on the ground, and plowed out a deep groove, which stabilized his body and viscous inside his body.

"Good come!"

Zhang Lu rushed towards Du Mu, and his momentum also changed at this moment.

His speed is from 100 km/h and is constantly decreasing.

90 km/h

80 km/h

70 km/h

...

It's getting slower and slower.

However, under the explosion of qi and blood and the explosion of muscles and bones, muscles and bones kept making noises.

My whole body shook and my body bulged.

An invisible strong wind blew under my feet.

Such power was not only Du Mu, but also everyone in front of the big screen, and their faces changed.

But they couldn't see any name, they just felt that Zhang Lu seemed to have become a killing machine, full of murderous intent.

But Du Mu was an expert, his eyes suddenly shrank and he was shocked.

This power fell into Du Mu's eyes, which was different. He seemed to feel that Zhang Lu had become the wind, rain, thunder and lightning of nature.

This kid...has he actually developed a killing power?

Du Mu couldn't believe that a fifth-class soldier could even form a killing force.

Even in the sixth type of institutions, not everyone can practice killing.

For a moment, Du Mu's heart became complicated, but his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He didn't believe that a fifth-class caterpillar could develop a killing power.

Zhang Lujiang slowed down, approached Du Mu, and punched him out.

Silently swallowed a blow.

The air was not blown up, as if it was not very strong.

But Du Mu suddenly felt the strong wind coming, and a silent devouring attack made him feel like a thunder move, which made his skin sting slightly.

What is powerful in this punch is not the fierce force, but the inexplicable momentum carried in it.

Du Munai is a fighting master among the sixth category of soldiers and has rich experience in fighting the enemy.

Seeing Zhang Lu's fist hit, he swung his hands and exerted the power of opening the door. He wanted to swing Zhang Lu's fist away and sweep him away again.

Bang!

Two forces collided with one.

The sound of impact was like a shell explosion, and the air swelled.

The ground where the two of them stood with their feet suddenly shook, stirring up countless dead leaves.

Du Mu's hands were blown away by Zhang Lu's heavy cannon.

Du Mu was shocked and immediately ejaculated backwards.

In fact, when it comes to strength, no one in the sixth type of institution can compete with Zhang Lu's strange power.

If it really explodes, it is impossible to transform people. Unless it is a third form of life.

Before, Zhang Lu pursued speed too much, and his speed was faster, but there was no perfect combination of strength and speed.

At this moment, he felt something, slowed down, and perfectly integrated speed and power.

Even if you have a straightforward force, you can't resist it.

"I want to leave!"

Zhang Lu stepped forward and combined with the projectile ejection of the human body's explosion, it moved like wind and thunder.

Without punching, he spread his hands open, like a wing of an eagle, and rushed towards Du Mu. He hugged his hands suddenly and hugged Du Mu who was shooting backwards.

Bang!

Du Mu's counterattack was quick, and his knees were raised and he suddenly hit Zhang Lu's ribs.

It suddenly became hot and there was no need to see, but it was already purple.

Black crocodile killed.

Zhang Lu hugged the other party with the willows, and flew away, rolling the place he held on the ground.

Finally, the scrolling stops.

Zhang Lu rode on Du Mu, grinned and punched the other party's face.

Du Mu was shocked and blocked with both hands.

"I see how many punches you can block!"

Zhang Lu punched him one after another, and his mind continued to experience the withering and prosperous world of seeds.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches!

Du Mu blocked repeatedly, while his knees kept hitting Zhang Lu's back.

If it is the ability to resist strikes, Zhang Lu has never been afraid of anyone.

Ignore the impact of my knees at all.

He punched 18 consecutive times!

One punch was heavier than the other, making Du Mu's arm numb and swelling.

The last eighteenth punch.
To be continued...