"Kneel down and beg for mercy. Please kneel down for mercy."
Feeling the disdain in his eyes, the man with hemp rope angrily cursed: "please, kneel down for me and beg for mercy."
One punch after another fell on sun Lianghu's face.
At the same time, it is covered with blood.
But even so, still did not beg for mercy, sun Lianghu chose to die rather than surrender.
"Is the Thai Boxing guy too heavy? How can he still do it?"
"If you go on like this, you will die. Have you kicked the school to such an extent?"
"You know a fart, what is the name of kicking a school? Can you call it a kicker if you don't kneel down and beg for mercy?"
The people who saw this scene had different opinions on the current situation as well as different voices.
"Brother Nalan, Mr. Lin has a good eye."
Looking at sun Lianghu, who was covered with blood but unwilling to admit defeat, Murong De's voice was full of appreciation: "if this is Mr. Lin's test on him, he has passed it perfectly."
"Lin's style of doing things is very unique, and this is the reason why he is powerful."
Deeply sympathized, he nodded, and nalanxiung said, "I guess it's almost the same."
Next to Nalan Xiaoyu did not understand this, he only knew that if not, sun Lianghu would die.
Uncle Lin, why don't you show up?
With the same idea, there is Zhao Rongrong with tears in her eyes.
Looking at sun Lianghu, who would rather die than surrender, she would like to open her mouth to admit defeat.
However, she knew that this is related to the dignity of a warrior, but also to the dignity of a man.
Sometimes, dignity is more important than life!
"Get out of here."
Looking at sun Lianghu, Zhang Haonan anxiously red eyes: "karate, I karate, you are paralyzed."
The feeling of urging all the strength in the body to practice pictograph boxing appeared.
Karate, die for me.
A majestic force surged out. At this time, Zhang Haonan, like a leopard, ran into his beard.
This power, this power.
Feeling Zhang Haonan's change, his beard opened his eyes strangely.
It's more powerful than before?
"Well, even if it's enhanced, it's not the same thing."
In front of karate, other martial arts are rubbish.
Hieroglyphics, karate.
There was a stream of air between the two blasts, which made the hair of those nearest to the ground disordered.
"My mother, how fierce is it?"
"Look, look, both of them are fixed."
"Who won, who won?"
Be stimulated by the airflow to close your eyes, and quickly open your eyes to see the past.
Poof.
A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, Zhang Haonan knelt on the ground weakly, and the whole person fell down.
Why Why is that?
His hieroglyphic boxing can't fight karate. Why?
"Almost injured, fortunately your strength is too scum."
He quickly put the injured palm behind his back, and his beard laughed: "it should not be dead. If not, please kneel down to beg for mercy. I can consider sparing your life."
The situation on the field is so transient that no one expected it to evolve to this extent.
The dragon and tiger boxing hall failed, completely and completely.
The curator was beaten with blood, and the other was beaten to vomit blood.
"I I haven't lost I can still play... "
Resisting his weakness, Zhang Haonan tried to get up from the ground: "we will And then... "