However, no matter how strong the aura is, there will be fluctuations. Today, when he was practicing swordsmanship in the waves, he 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!