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

The blood cells exploded in the air, and the deep red liquid sputtered out.

But at this moment, these crimson liquids suddenly condensed into a blade.

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

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

"Wait! 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." Fang Yu said coldly, "Otherwise, you will only suffer all your hardships."

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

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

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

The Zhenxing Tianzun's face changed. 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……"

The Zhenxing Tianzun was furious and roared, and the breath on his body burst out!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Chapter completed!
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