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.
As for Monsanto, he can wait.
Chapter completed!