So as soon as he stabbed the wooden knife firmly, he pressed Meng Shan's shoulder armor with one hand, and jumped up with the force of the rebound. Meng Shan missed the opportunity and couldn't help but roar.
He Lingchuan turned back, fell behind Meng Shan, and drew his sword again!
This time, he aimed at the back of Mengshan's neck, a part that the leather armor could not take care of. Even if there was no sharp edge, as long as it hit the vital point, it would still make the opponent's eyes black.
Sun Fuling in the audience frowned slightly and shook her head slightly.
Meng Shan ducked down in time to avoid the wooden knife.
After he roared, his movements were obviously a beat faster, and his body shrank by a whole size. He actually turned with a flexibility that was not suitable for his size, and the mace hit He Lingchuan's upper body hard and fast.
The stick's wooden pegs actually emitted a thick red light.
These weapons are all wooden blanks, with no characteristics of their own. When they suddenly light up, it can only be said that Mengshan used his true power to create his own special move.
He Lingchuan was unable to evade in mid-air, but he took a hard hit and was knocked three feet away!
Almost fell off the stage.
Meng Shan followed him like a shadow, his speed was astonishing, and he caught up with He Lingchuan in two steps.
The civilians only saw the heavy shadow of the stick, and had no idea that he hit three crazy blows in three directions in just half a second! But the civilians lying on the railings had their hair messed up by the wind from the stick.
He Lingchuan couldn't avoid it, so he had to force his arms and grab the knife.
Each hit was like being hit by a giant hammer, making both arms numb and the tiger's mouth cracking.
What's even more frightening is that every time Meng Shan hits him, his energy will increase, and in the end, the momentum will surge like a frenzy and overwhelm him.
He Lingchuan felt that his whole body was locked, and Meng Shan's power seemed to squeeze in from all directions, pinning him to the spot, unable to move.
This is how the wild boar fell just now.
He Lingchuan challenged Mengshan in the past and was eliminated in this way at least twice.
Meng Shan's three heavy blows, each one stronger than the last, and the last blow hit Tianling Gai from top to bottom, which was unparalleled in its ferocity. The stance was like a pile driver with crazy output.
To be honest, no matter whether he used an iron rod or a wooden rod at this moment, the result would not make any difference. Anyway, the victim would be hit in the head with one blow. Sergeant Gale who was watching the battle also felt a chill on his head and was thinking about how to respond.
He Lingchuan escaped the third strike.
To be precise, he put his hands on the ground and rolled away from the side of Mengshan Mountain.
It's like being squeezed out.
Xiao Maoliang said a long "Eh", and Hu Min rubbed his eyes.
He Lingchuan's figure was like a fish swimming in the water. The twisted angles were cunning and strong, and he almost bounced away with the force of his back. This kind of all-round, seemingly endless squeeze, he finally found out something about it.
Crack.
When time was scarce, he seized the opportunity.
Sun Fuling narrowed her eyes.
She caught He Lingchuan's wooden knife and took the opportunity to stab Meng Shan's side, like a needle.
But it was protected by leather armor and the wooden knife couldn't penetrate.
And with a "click", the weapon actually shattered.
The next second, Meng Shan's hand shield arrived and hit He Lingchuan's temple.
The civilians in the audience exclaimed in surprise.
In their view, this was He Lingchuan's attempt to counterattack but was unable to break through the opponent's defense, causing his own weapon to shatter.
The thin man said "Hey" and clenched his fist fiercely.
How is this different from the previous battles between the two sides? Everyone knows that if this game continues, the winner will be Mengshan again.
Don't look at He Lingchuan's flexible movements and good-looking play, but Mengshan is not afraid of flexible opponents at all, and only needs to use strength to deal with skill. As long as He Lingchuan makes one mistake, he will be doomed.
Who can't make mistakes? Time is on the side of Monsanto.
Fortunately, He Lingchuan was not disturbed and did not want to fight. He grabbed the remaining wooden handle and walked away. At the critical moment, he dodged the shield attack and rolled five feet away.
Mengshan's hand shield was smashed into nothing.
That wooden knife took three strong blows from Meng Shan. No matter how good the quality was, it had reached the end of its lifespan. It was only when He Lingchuan saw the visible cracks on the surface of the knife and felt how fragile it was that it could not withstand another blow that he desperately tried to avoid Meng Shan's blows.
A slap in the face.
A warrior must have a clear judgment on the status of his weapon.
After Meng Shan swung in the air, there was a violent trample, a forward dive, and a sweeping blow from the stick.
The ground of the arena shook like a magnitude 8 or 9 earthquake. When Xiao Maoliang and other Gale soldiers saw this move, they were deeply moved. In the battle of Yan Valley half a year ago, Meng Shan knocked down many people like this.
Now that he had a good time to pinch, He Lingchuan had just climbed up and his footing was not stable. If he fell down, he would definitely not be able to catch the blow from behind.
The long stick struck over, the stick wind was more than two feet long, and there was a sharp "whoosh" sound in the air, which was full of pressure.
Although it is invisible, being hit will definitely not have any good consequences.
This move alone would make Meng Shan one of the generals.
It can be seen that He Lingchuan is not the only one who has made progress in the past six months.
The knowledgeable people in the audience cheered.
However, He Lingchuan knew what he wanted to do as soon as he saw Meng Shan raise his knees. When the enemy stepped on the ring, he used one hand to use his strength and jumped back. He just avoided the damage of the trample and jumped behind the weapon rack.
This shelf was firmly nailed to the edge of the field, and it withstood the blow of the stick for him.
There was a loud crash, the shelf was broken into two pieces, and the weapons on it were scattered in a mess.
He Lingchuan casually grabbed a few wooden throwing knives, aimed them at Meng Shan's eyes, and threw them out by his throat.
Meng Shan raised his shield in front and charged, all the flying knives hit the shield.
The distance between the two sides is only two feet. He is tall and has long legs, so he can reach him in two steps.
He Lingchuan grabbed a long wooden knife and fought with him.
It took more than a dozen rounds in an instant.
Hu Min watched intently: "This guy, Duandao, can do it."
Faced with such an overwhelming opponent, He Lingchuan would always dodge at the last moment, and a few times even hit him head-on. He knew Mengshan's offensive routines very well, and he seemed more and more comfortable with them.
One is strong and the other is flexible, this duel is very exciting.
The surrounding soldiers and civilians applauded again and again, feeling that this lively trip was enough. However, both parties involved had fallen into a state of deafness and were only focused on deciding between life and death!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xiao Maoliang suddenly said: "Mengshan has slowed down."
The people outside the No. 7 ring could not see the excitement clearly, but anyone with a discerning eye could notice that Meng Shan's attack speed had slowed down, and the pace of turning around, attacking, and even attacking and dodging was at least half a beat slower than before.
As the speed slows down, the overwhelming feeling of overwhelming knowledge is reduced by at least half.
Looking at Meng Shan again, his facial muscles are distorted and the veins on his forehead are pulsing.
Sun Fuling suddenly said: "Mengshan's internal injuries are not serious."
Her voice was so soft that only Commander Xiao heard it and frowned slightly.
Was He Lingchuan's previous attack effective?
Mengshan was indeed injured.
Every time he turned around, there was a sharp pain in the side of his waist where the wooden knife had hit him; every time he breathed, his diaphragm felt like a sharp stab. He Lingchuan's previous two swords seemed to have failed to break his defense, but they both
There is a real power that penetrates and runs rampant, lingering.
Others don't know it clearly, only Mengshan himself understands it. I'm afraid his liver, gallbladder, and lungs have been injured.
His vision had gone dark several times, and he couldn't help but want to vomit.
No, we must fight quickly!
Mengshan, who had always dominated the ring and defeated his opponents in a cat-and-mouse manner, finally felt that the time in the ring was too long.
He rolled his eyes, staggered deliberately, and his chest was exposed.
This opportunity doesn't come often, and your opponent certainly won't miss it.
He Lingchuan turned the tip of the knife and took it straight to his throat.
Meng Shan endured the severe pain, his chest and abdomen bulged, and he roared at the enemy directly in front!
This sound was like a lion's roar in my ears, making my heart burst with fear.
He still had his back to the outside, but several civilians still fell down on the edge of the ring, unconscious.
And He Lingchuan, who was directly in front of him, faced a powerful sonic attack. The sound was ten times louder than the thunder in the sky, and even pushed his whole body backward!
Meng Shan roared with all his strength, spurting out all the blood in his lungs. He finally caught He Lingchuan, and he would not let go of the last chance. He swept the big stick with his right hand and finally swept it on his opponent!
However, when He Lingchuan was knocked away, the long knife also came out of his hand, and Meng Shan leaned back to avoid the tip of the knife.
However, there was still a foot-long invisible force on the tip of the knife, which accurately hit his Adam's apple!
Amid everyone's exclamations, He Lingchuan was swept away a foot away, rolled twice on the ground, vomited a large mouthful of blood, and couldn't get up even after he pushed himself to the ground twice.
Mengshan on the opposite side remained motionless.
The wooden knife fell to the ground and rolled half a circle.
Sun Fuling said silently:
"Won."
The field was still for a few seconds, and Mengshan suddenly vomited blood.
The vomiting was uncontrollable, blood spurted out like a fountain, and people pushed the golden mountains and jade pillars over, and fell to their knees with a bang.
He felt like his internal organs were in a turmoil, as if two knives of ice and fire were scratching him in turn. His mind was even more dizzy, and there were several double images of He Lingchuan running towards him.
The audience was shocked.
Most people didn't see clearly what was going on. They only knew that He Lingchuan was hit by Meng Shan with a stick and fell to the ground. As a result, Meng Shan seemed to be more seriously injured and could not even stand up.
It's really inexplicable.
He Lingchuan reached Meng Shan in two steps and tapped his temple lightly with his fingertips.
Even with this little strength, Mengshan couldn't bear it and fell down.
There was silence around Arena No. 7, and everyone looked in disbelief.
Of course they didn't know that Meng Shan was already fighting hard after receiving the force of the first two sword blows, and the injuries accumulated in his internal organs were getting worse. At this time, the damage caused by He Lingchuan's third sword exploded all at once!
This happens over and over again.
On the other hand, He Lingchuan only suffered some superficial injuries from beginning to end. In fact, time is on his side.
He Lingchuan pressed his left arm and shouted to the courtyard: "Come here, he needs help!"
A Luo rushed to the ring with the medicine box and ordered two soldiers to turn Meng Shan over. He was bleeding from all his orifices and his eyes were straight.
At this time, the enthusiasm of the audience was instantly detonated, with overwhelming applause and shouts.
A Luo was busy with his hands and couldn't help but ask: "How did you beat him like this?" He didn't see clearly what happened just now.
"I'm lucky."
"Your shoulder injury is also serious, let me help you take care of it!" After all, he is one of our own, and Aluo's heart was biased from the beginning.