After everyone experienced the upgraded gas training, their bodies seemed to be run over by a big truck, so tired that they didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

At this time, Graves walked up to everyone wearing thick-soled military boots, leaving no chance to breathe for these recruits.

"Two-two fight!"

He spoke expressionlessly, and his voice still had a faint contempt.

"Whether it is Chinese Kung Fu or fighting skills, remember, die and live. The person who stood in the end was remembered as the first."

What?

They had been tear gas for more than an hour, and were so physically and mentally exhausted that they didn’t even have the strength to look up at people. How could they have time to fight?

Everyone was lying down, and there was no standing at all!

"I think who can stand up is already a winner." Le Zhengsi lay on the ground with tears flowing.

Everyone: "..."

It seems to make sense.

Graves glanced at the lazy group of people on the ground, and his eyes fixed on Le Zhengsi, the first to speak. His tone was not as cool as July, and there was a smell of blood from returning from hell.

The gun shot out the bird.

"No. 78, if you are so tired that you don't have the strength to ring the bell, I can personally consider bringing that Wu Zhong to you."

This sentence was like cold water and everyone swayed from the ground and got up, putting their hats crookedly.

"start!"

Graves gave the order coldly.

Everyone didn't care about their weak limbs, and waved their fists and smashed them at the person opposite.

Everyone was half a pound of weight, and their muscles were sore and soft that they were out of order. As they beat them, they rolled into the quagmire together.

With one person falling down one by one.

The rest of the people quickly realized that blind kicking and hitting would not solve the problem. Because No. 52, No. 72, No. 102, No. 13 were knocking down the people around them at extremely fast speed.

The oxygen in their brains slowly regained its tide. Everyone who could choose the trainers here passed through the prison blood, the sea of ​​swords, guns, fire, and bloody storms...

The people here have no bad skills, so who would be willing to be beaten down like this?

For a moment, his legs rose and fell, and everyone was cheered up.

The strong man punched Huo Xue in the face, and his thick arm quickly escaped from Huo Xue's shackles, and he tried to slap her legs and kicked her down.

Huo Xue quickly rolled forward and flipped around his long legs, avoided the attack, leaned against the man's legs and elbowed to the opponent's leg with all his strength, and grabbed his calf bone and pulled it!

The other party's leg was swept away before he could retract it. He bent his leg and was pulled back by someone. He staggered a few times and fell to eat shit.

No. 64 spit out two spits and spit out the wet soil in the mud, feeling a little aggrieved, "You guy, you look so weak, are you pretty good at fighting?"

Huo Xue pulled a faint curve to the corner of her mouth and stood up slowly, and suddenly a wind came from behind her ears!

Huo Xue didn't blink for a moment, and her expression did not change at all. She slanted her left palm and directly grabbed the thunderous fist behind her ear, and took the opportunity to move the man forward!

No. 72's eyes were shocked, and his pupils suddenly shrank. When he couldn't stop it, he was pulled over and put it on Huo Xue's back tightly.

Huo Xue frowned and broke her elbow and hit No. 72's abdomen.

"Ah..." He curled up like a shrimp in pain.

He lowered his head and his chin hit Huo Xue's shoulders, but the man's gaze suddenly caught her white and tender skin hidden in the collar that was different from others.

A piece of neck made of white jade was imprinted into his eyes. The lines were both graceful and delicate, and the pores were as thin as a boy. The earlobes that were so white that they were almost transparent were exposed in front of him, crystal clear, warm as jade, like pearls, and beautiful jade.

This is a completely different story of being a completely different from a neat and active martial arts man!

No. 72's breathing and expression were stagnant, as if they were strangled to their throats, so nervous that they forgot to fight.

Suddenly, he was thrown into the mud.

Huo Xue in front of her soon put on another person's arm and started to move around.

Although the little No. 13 made a fierce move, he kicked hard, but he was cold and decisive in every move and gesture, and he was determined to kill.

But if you look closely, you will find that every posture of her slashing, elbow hit, punching, side kicking and sweeping legs was all accumulated at least nine layers of force, which was steady and fierce, and she hit it with one blow.

However, when it falls on the opponent, the strength does not work out as a normal man.

It seems like someone breaking the wire of the force drainage in the middle; it also seems that it has reached the maximum limit of its own strength and is always looking for opportunities to break through.

No. 72's eyes moved to Huo Xue's black face covered by mud. Thinking of Bai Che, who was seductive below her neck, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Why, I fell stupid?"

No. 52 beside him gave him a sympathetic look, "I said that No. 13 is not easy to mess with, and it is shameful to attack. Look at you, it's just that you can't make a sneak attack, but you're still confused by being thrown like this. Is it worth it?"

No. 72 came to his senses, grabbed No. 52's hand and was pulled up, murmured, "Why is this kid whiter than a girl?"

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