Although Xue Wuhen made a move, the surrounding area was filled with blood red, and all the vegetation in his path withered, showing how vicious this blood mist was, but what could he do if he couldn't catch Fang Ming's figure?
Fang knew that if the battle continued like this, even if he won in the end, it would be meaningless. There were many blood pool guards around him who were watching eagerly, and they would never let him leave. After the deliberation just now, he had already
Jiang Xue Wuhen is almost angry, and once people are too angry, they will do some wrong things.\%_%Original_Original%_%\
He worked hard to anger Xue Wuhen in order to get Xue Wuhen to cooperate with him and send him into the attic. As long as he got to the blood pool, everything would be easy, and things would develop as he imagined.
Xue Wuhen was dizzy with anger, and the energy of the attacks on his hands became heavier and heavier, and the strong wind brought by it made it difficult to breathe.
His plan was to withstand Xue Wuhen's punch and use the energy in his fist as propulsion to quickly go to the attic. Now that he saw the huge energy in Xue Wuhen's hand, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
, can his body really withstand such an attack? [
You know, if anything goes wrong during the punch, flying away, and landing, he will die. However, if he doesn't do this, he will have no chance of escaping. Only by trying that can he have a chance to survive.
.If it doesn’t succeed, then it will be successful. Fang Ming gritted his teeth and started to follow the predetermined plan.
First of all, he slowed down his speed and made his steps appear slightly hesitant, causing Xue Wuhen to mistakenly think that he was weak and about to die.
Seeing him like this, Xue Wuhen really showed off his energy, and the power under his hands became even greater. He was so angry that he deliberately wanted to beat Fang Ming to pieces with one blow to eliminate the hatred in his heart.
At first, Fang Ming just pretended to be overwhelmed by his powerful attack. Later, he no longer had to pretend. Xue Wuhen's attack put huge pressure on him, making it difficult for him to move forward.
, he still dodged in an orderly manner, and quietly arranged the air escape in front of him, preparing for his escape later. Although Fang Ming was under pressure, he was not at a loss as to what he should do next.
Fang Ming's mentality is very clear about what step to take.
After a long attack on Fang Ming, Xue Wuhen became even more angry. He suddenly took a step back, put his palms together, and pushed out an overwhelming palm. He shouted angrily: "Boy, go to hell." A powerful energy
It spurted out from his two palms and went straight to Fang Ming's head.
Fang Ming, who had been dodging with all his strength, realized that the opportunity had finally come, and suddenly stumbled under his feet. He pretended to be unable to dodge, and raised his hands in vain in front of his chest, showing a look of horror.
Seeing Fang Ming's scared look, Xue Wuhen felt extremely happy and sneered: "If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place? It's a pity that you have no chance to regret it. There is no regret medicine in this world. Who told you
So arrogant! All of this is your own fault.
His palms filled with real power finally touched Fang Ming's chest, making a dull sound as if hitting leather. Fang Ming let out a shrill scream, spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and was knocked away.
He went out, flew straight over everyone's heads, crashed through a wall in the attic, and fell into the attic, never to be seen again.