C1081 One Against Two(part Iii)

In the shallow pit, Shang Wudao was half-kneeling on the ground, his arm that had exchanged 31 punches with Xia Xingchen. The sleeve had been completely destroyed, and the veins on the arm were bulging. The demonic red blood crazily seeped out. A few more breaths of time passed. His right arm, which was still cultivating martial arts