However, He Lingchuan was familiar with his ways and would never suffer such a disadvantage. When the mace was swung down, he advanced instead of retreating. He suddenly accelerated and crashed into Mengshan's arms with his knife!
This move was light, swift and skillful, and was called "Breast Swallow Throwing into the Forest" in the Yan Huishen Technique. Bystanders only saw an afterimage passing by, and the head of the wooden knife stabbed Meng Shan directly in the belly!
This move was extremely risky. If he had been slower for half a second, Mengshan's big stick would have hit him directly in the head.
Xiao Maoliang in the audience said "Huh", a little surprised.
He had faced off against Meng Shan in the Liu Valley, and he knew very well that when this guy started to move, he would have a strong aura around him, which could pull or delay his opponent's movements. This was also Meng Shan's magic weapon against clever enemies.
Most of the opponents who are agile and flexible are thin and small. If they are easily led astray by him, not only the original attack will be greatly reduced, but even the movement and movement will be deformed. At that time, Mengshan will let the opponent know what it means to be overwhelmed by a mountain.
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But He Lingchuan knew his tricks very well, after all, they were all lessons learned through blood.
However, no matter how strong the aura is, there will be fluctuations. He was practicing swordsmanship in the waves today and felt the impermanent but tangible state of water. At this time, he keenly felt the unevenness of Mengshan's aura. There was always a vacuum crack that he could exploit.
Just cut in from the edge.
He Lingchuan's attack was precise, and he also targeted his opponent's diaphragm, trying to make Mengshan feel the pain of the wild boar.
Meng Shan was exhaling and shouting violently, his belly was bulging, and he leaned back after being stabbed. It was very uncomfortable, but the horse's steps were steady and he didn't even take a step back.
However, He Lingchuan didn't succeed either. The opponent's belly was bulging like a balloon. It was unclear whether it was infuriating energy or fat. In short, he played Q very well and it was difficult to apply force with the wooden knife.
At this time, he really missed the Fusheng Knife. Meng Shan's fat body would definitely not be able to bear the sharp tip of the knife.
It's a pity that this is a dream arena, and he can't even use the ghost shadow cicada to shed——
too expensive!
However, almost no one noticed that the blade of the knife exhaled a stream of gas that was more than a foot long.
Mengshan's backhand was a hug.
His strength was greater than that of a wild boar. If He Lingchuan was held firmly, Huang could be squeezed out. He had seen Meng Shan crush someone else's spine alive.
Chapter completed!