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Chapter 1745: The Talent of a Saint(2/2)

Fang Yu turned around and slapped the blood ball.

"Crack!"

The blood cell exploded in the air, and the crimson liquid inside sputtered out.

But at this moment, the crimson liquid suddenly condensed into a blade.

Zhenxing Tianzun appeared, held the bloody blade, and slashed at Fang Yu's neck.

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his right palm, and grabbed the bloody blade!

"Pfft! Click..."

Fang Yu held the blade and pinched it hard, and the blade shattered again!

"Even if you are really a saint, don't fight me in close combat." Fang Yu said coldly, "Otherwise, you will only suffer a lot."

As he spoke, Fang Yu's left palm struck Zhenxing Tianzun from the front.

Zhenxing Tianzun raised his right arm, and eight blood cells around his body rotated rapidly, trying to block the blow.

However, the left palm seemed to come from the front, but disappeared in an instant and appeared on the back like a ghost!

Zhenxing Tianzun's expression changed, and he wanted to dodge, but it was too late!

"Click!"

Fang Yu suddenly clamped his left hand and locked the neck of Zhenxing Tianzun!

"ah……"

Zhenxing Tianzun was furious, roaring, and the aura on his body exploded!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Chapter completed!
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