Son of Heaven

It was still the people from the Branch League and the District League who came up and tried to persuade them to go aside, but after such a delay, five or six minutes had passed, and Liang Chen in the iron cage was now lying sprawled on his back. On the blood-stained ground, he raised his spirit to the maximum.

The boss at the bottom, Xu Jicheng, was holding his number ball, and his eyes were almost burning with anxiety. He finally saw that Liang Chen was exhausted and exhausted, and he almost didn't even have the strength to stand up. But as the two bosses on the stage were arguing, time was passing by little by little. If Liang Chen, the fierce tiger, regained his energy, his thugs would probably lose the best chance to kill Liang Chen. up.

They quarreled for a long time, finally, the two stopped, and Yu Zhanyuan cursed a little bastard endlessly, so angry that Kong Zechun almost passed his breath, his teeth rattled, so he could only bear it, but stared at The look in Yu Zhanyuan's eyes was extremely resentful.

But no matter what, the Sword Drilling Festival will continue. Even with Yu Zhanyuan's prestige, he dare not easily break this ancient tradition.However, no matter what, he has won the most precious breathing time for Liang Chen.

"Liang Ziheng, you haven't answered my question. Why, don't you give me face?" Yu Zhanyuan finally asked Liang Ziheng, squinting at Liang Chenziheng, Liang Ziheng understood, and smiled, "Of course we have to follow The rules of the sword-making festival are here, Uncle Yu, I still understand this rule. If I don’t give up, neither will my fighters.”[

"Okay, Boss Xu Jicheng, please show your number ball." Yu Zhanyuan nodded and turned to look at Xu Jicheng.

"I also chose No. [-], the boss Liang Ziheng." Xu Jicheng almost gritted his teeth and forced this sentence from the root of his teeth. Seeing the opportunity slipped away quietly like this, he was of course quite unwilling in his heart. .However, he was still holding on to a little luck, hoping that Liang Chen would not recover so quickly, and his fighters would still have a chance to take advantage of it.

His answer was already expected by everyone, including Liang Ziheng's people, they all shook their heads and sneered at this moment, deeply moved and disdainful for this sword-making festival.This is clearly playing with the yin, which is too unfair.But at this moment, they have to face this unfair rule, and there is nothing they can do about it.

Xu Jicheng's boxer went into battle, and it turned out to be a black and black Asan, who walked out with his hands clasped together, without raising his head.

At this moment, Liang Chen on the field had slowly climbed up again, stood there with difficulty, his body was still leaning to the right, it seemed that the injury on the left side had completely flared up, and the pain was so painful that he didn't dare to touch the ground with his left foot.

Xu Jicheng's eyes were ignited with hope again.

It's just that the spark of his hope was shattered before it ignited for a long time. The Ah San who had high hopes to make his bones so soft that he could even bend his waist 180 degrees was using his own arm. When Liang Chen's left arm and leg were locked with his thigh, trying to pull Liang Chen's injury further, Liang Chen used his right hand to forcefully twist one of his legs in a 360-degree circle——with rebar. like.

No matter how soft a person is, he can't help tormenting like this. After all, people are not boa constrictors, so that Ah San just fell to the ground in humiliation, and was beaten to death by Liang Chen's iron fist. He couldn't die anymore.