87_87714 The corners of Beard's mouth twitched, and he gathered his strength to defend against it. Although, this time he didn't feel pain, and the strength he spent on defending it would recover after a while, if he continued to fight like this, he could easily fight for a long time, and it would not be a problem for a few days or months...... However, just because it's not a problem doesn't mean it won't be annoying. Although Beard only attacked once and defended twice, he had a premonition of troublesome future, and his mood immediately became a little bad...... As a result, sure enough......

"Amitabha, the poor monk's attack is over, and then it's your turn to be the donor." Then, Duobao relaxed his spirit very freely, and this time squinted his eyes as if he was waiting for death.

Beard quickly adjusted his mentality, and said helplessly: "You really gave me a problem...... But I'm a person who just likes a challenge. ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk is waiting here, and the donor can do his best."

Duobao stood there obediently waiting for the other party to make a move, Beard glanced at Duobao, and finally made a move...... This time, I hit with a lot of force, and Duobao's entire abdomen was dented, and the whole person flew up, and then 'baha' fell on the edge of the ring all at once...... This Cheng dù should have died three-quarters of the way out, right? Beard thought so, then turned his head and ordered, "Referee, shouldn't you count the seconds?" ”

Servant No. 22 walked over very well-behaved, this time she didn't waste time selling cuteness, but directly began to count the seconds: "One, two, three, four...... Duobao stood up and the game continued. After completing her mission briefly, Twenty-Two continued to hide and secretly watch this side, Beard was so powerful that she would be killed as long as Beard wanted to. The law can't protect her...... No, maybe the law could protect her, but the law wouldn't be up to a saint like Beard for the sake of her mere made servant...... Why, why is it that in such a competition, the player of one side is actually a saint, this is not reasonable at all! It's not fair either!

Servant Twenty-Two hid in the corner, trying his best to make himself appear untouched. She could feel it. Duobao seemed to be challenging Beard's tolerance limit, and just now, Beard had begun to get irritable. If a saint is really angry. Then, I'm afraid that she, the referee, will also be affected by the anger of the saint, and she really wants this game to end quickly, later. She doesn't want to be a referee anymore, it's a horrible job...... As long as she survives. She must apply for a transfer, absolutely never to do this job again, she is fed up......

Duobao stood up with difficulty, and then. He used his spiritual power, and after a while, all the wounds on his body were healed: "The poor monk almost died, donor." You just need to add a little more effort to realize the wish of the poor monk, why didn't you add more effort? "Duobao said it very lightly. But I was very jealous in my heart. Someone can actually be accurate to this Cheng dù, as if he already knew the maximum limit of his tolerance in advance, and now it is just a slow attempt - what can Cheng dù do without killing him, so that he will not be able to get up when the referee has counted ten numbers. Originally, I thought it was impossible, but now it seems that it is very likely to happen - what kind of battle instinct is this, can such a person really realize his plan smoothly?

"Add a little strength, and you'll be dead just now." Bilder said in annoyance, "I thought you couldn't stand up, but you still stood up, so you are really not a simple character, and I will be more accurate next time, so don't worry......"

Sure enough, this time it wasn't a coincidence...... The first temptation, the second time can be grasped so accurately, such a terrible person is the enemy, can our side really win the final battle? …… If the final battle is useless no matter how hard we try and how much we sacrifice, then is my sacrifice completely meaningless? ......' Duobao wiped the sweat that came out of his head, and then reminded himself to be calm, 'Calm down, there can be no perfect enemy, such an enemy does not exist, so I ...... I can't be confused, for the sake of victory, for the sake of heaven, I must ...... My sacrifice is for the ultimate victory, and my sacrifice is meaningful......

"It's your turn, but your face looks bad...... Let's talk first, if you have any mental illness or sudden illness, you must sue me first, otherwise I won't pay attention for a while, and it won't be good to accidentally kill you all at once...... Okay, now you can get your hands dirty. Bilder watched Dob's sweat wipe a little inexplicably, and he was now thinking about another question, which was......

It's nice to be able to see the health bar or something!

Because he could see the health bar, this difficult battle was just a bit of a problem in Beard's eyes, and for the first time, he calculated how much health would be lost from how many attacks; The second time, he estimated Duobao's perseverance, he had already beaten the other party to the point of leaving bloody skin, but as long as the other party remained awake, he still stood up. But...... Beard smiled smugly, he seemed to have gone into a misunderstanding, and it seemed that he should try to knock the other man unconscious...... That should be no problem, right?

Duobao was a little numb by Beard's scalp, he could only smile and say: "Then I'll start ......" probably sensed Bilder's danger, this time, Duobao's blow no longer looked light, that hand was still that hand, but this time it was not lifted lightly, but as if it carried the weight of the whole world, the whole ring sank because there was no way to carry this weight......

Servant No. 22 hid in the corner, she was very bad now, because the weight was too great, she couldn't get up on the ground, and now her movements were ugly and dead, the usually beautiful servant No. 22 didn't have a little effort to notice her image problem, she looked at the man in the ring who slowly raised his hand......

The coercion, the trembling feeling from the soul, touched the nerves of the twenty-second again and again - tell her that the monk in front of him is not easy to mess with, and if he provokes this monk, he will be fatally ...... Why, why is there still a saint here? Why can saints participate in such competitions? This person wasn't just now, was it a temporary breakthrough? (To be continued).