The female audience members and the beauties holding placards were even more arrogant and did not dare to show off. Someone shouted, "Wang Yunhai, run quickly,!!"
Everyone started shouting, "He's coming, run."
"Stand up quickly, you can do it, Wang Yunhai!"
Demon Lord and Wang Yunhai didn't want to stand up or run away, but their legs seemed to be out of control. Wang Yunhai was anxious, "Brother Zun, what's going on? Is my yang energy almost exhausted?" Wang Yunhai remembered.
The Demon Lord said that he would not live long. Could it be that he had used it too hard just now or recently and that his body could no longer withstand it?
The Demon Lord took a breath, "No, we are poisoned!"
"Poisoned?" Wang Yunhai didn't want to understand.
"It should be that bottle of drink."
"That bottle of green cow?" Wang Yunhai remembered that the green cow was brought here by Meizi. Jia Xiaolin asked us to lose this fight because he was afraid that if we didn't do it, he would poison him!? "Damn, old man, I have long thought that this old man has a gloomy face.
It’s heavy, it’s really not a good thing.”
"Then what do we do now?"
Before the Demon Lord had time to answer, Davold rushed to the front and grabbed Wang Yunhai like a chicken. He roared and threw Wang Yunhai towards the ground with a wave of his hand.
Wang Yunhai rolled several times and was finally stopped by the rope net.
Jia Xiaolin, who was in the box in the stands, was in high spirits. He pinched the wrist of his other hand and said, "Pour me a glass of red wine!"
At this time, the expressions of the audience can only be described as horror. Some of them were pulling their hair with their hands in fear, because they saw Davold grabbing Wang Yunhai again. This time he did not throw him, he just copied him.
With a fist as big as a casserole, he punched Wang Yunhai in the stomach. Everyone saw a large mouthful of blood mist spurting out of Wang Yunhai's mouth.
This punch should have killed even a cow. Davold was confident that this punch had the power. After punching him, he threw Wang Yunhai away from Izumo. If Wang Yunhai was not dead yet, come
Play a game of cat and mouse with him. This is how Wang Yunhai played him in the first round.
This is what underground boxing matches are like, the bloodier and more exciting the better, but this time there was no cheers and there was only deathly silence outside the venue.
Wang Yunhai still just wanted to ask that question, "What should we do now?"
The Demon Lord mobilized his spiritual power to protect Wang Yunhai's body, but after all, his strength in the initial Qi training period was very limited. One or two heavy blows would guarantee his survival, but ten or eight blows would be hard to say. The focus now is how to survive Dawalt's attack.
Make time to detoxify?
Davold discovered that Wang Yunhai had received a solid punch from him and was actually not dead. He was actually preparing to get up! Although Davold was surprised, his confidence began to slowly recover and he roared wildly.
With a sound, he rushed towards Wang Yunhai again.
At the critical moment, Yi Jing did not allow Demon Lord to think carefully, "Little bastard, I will use the Soul Protection Technique to release you. You control your body, and once you can move, try to dodge and drag him down. I guess something big will happen in a while."
problem, and then I will do my best to detoxify and prepare,,,"
"Wait, wait, wait, I'm not ready yet...!" If Wang Yunhai were to deal with a giant like Dahuo De, you can imagine that he would not be weak in the legs and would still be ready.
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But the Demon Lord doesn't care about that much.
As soon as the Demon Lord shouted, he immediately activated the Soul Protection Technique and pulled Wang Yunhai back to his own body. The Demon Lord himself melted into Wang Yunhai's sea of consciousness and used his spiritual power to force out the toxins.
Although this poison is not fatal, it can make people incapacitated. In view of Davold's ability, poisoning this kind of poison is actually more despicable than poisoning that can directly cause death. With the personality of the demon king, he can spare the poison.
person?
"Jia Xiaolin, you are dead." When the Demon Lord became angry, his spiritual power became more and more active. The Demon Lord's spiritual power reached down to the Yongquan point on the soles of Wang Yunhai's feet, and absorbed the toxins wandering in the nerves and blood vessels of Wang Yunhai's legs.
live.
Wang Yunhai repeatedly shouted, "Holy shit!"
The soul still returned to its normal position, because there was only one soul left among the three souls. It was completely protected by the Soul Protection Technique. The soul did not leave the body, and the support allowed this soul to control the body. However, Wang Yunhai did not practice, although there was spiritual power in his body.
, but Wang Yunhai couldn't direct him.
Fortunately, as long as the Demon Lord stalled for time, Wang Yunhai was good at dodging. When he saw Davold grabbing his hand again, his heart was trembling, and he felt that his legs suddenly lightened up, knowing that the Demon Lord's spell had worked.
, without any hesitation at that moment, he turned his legs over and turned several times on the spot.
Davold's catch was empty, and he was stunned to find that Wang Yunhai raised his butt and rolled to his left. Davold kicked Wang Yunhai's butt, and immediately kicked Wang Yunhai to the other side of the rope ring.
, Wang Yunhai felt a heartbreaking pain in his butt, but the pain was
The advantage of pain is that Wang Yunhai felt that his hands became much easier due to the pain. Of course, he could do more dodges if his hands could move. But before Wang Yunhai could be happy, Davold rushed over.
De found that Wang Yunhai seemed to be slowly speeding up his movements again.
He was also taken aback. He didn't dare to play the cat and mouse game. When he got serious, he moved quickly. As soon as Davold rushed, he hit Wang Yunhai on the head with a big fist. He only heard the sound of bones.
There was a wrong sound, Wang Yunhai was hit on the head, and there was a mouthful of blood and saliva.
Mo Xingzi followed Wang Yunhai's head all the way to the outside of the stadium. Blood and spittle filled the sky and sprinkled on the faces of the spectators outside the stadium. On his head, he was hit by a burst of blood. Some of the spectators who were splashed with blood began to scream, and some
She burst into tears and even two beauties fainted from fear on the spot.
The punch was very heavy. Even with the spiritual protection, Wang Yunhai felt that his neck was about to break. "Brother Zun, are you okay? If not, we will be beaten to death."
"No!"
Wang Yunhai has long been accustomed to the Demon Lord's words that directly send people to the eighteenth level of hell. Even if he is not used to it, he has no time to worry about it, because Davold's fist with the other hand hits him again.
, the only option is to climb down and see if you can escape in time. The posture of climbing down must be ugly, but in order to save your life, how much is face worth compared to?