Chapter 1468

The bloody horse who was almost smashed by one blow didn't die. He just grunted bitterly and spat out a mouthful of thick blood essence from his chest and abdomen.

When Wang Mang's boxing power disappeared, his figure just moved to another corner of the air. His face, like rotten meat, gradually healed and scabbed, and the tender new meat came out like bamboo shoots.

The wound of the skull closed and adhered in a few seconds, and the fatal injury didn't seem to be reflected in the blood horse.

It's like... Wang Mang hit a hard memory alloy with thousands of tons of impact force! Although it caused a little depression, it seemed harmless.

Xuema gasped slightly. After all the injuries on his head recovered, his pale face just looked better. It was not too difficult for him to recover his 120 years of pure internal power. But Wang Mang's fist just made him spend a lot of precious essence and blood!

If you don't have it, you can practice again, but essence and blood are the foundation of life. The more you consume, the shorter your life and the worse your constitution will become! Even after some recovery, can disappear life and degenerate constitution also can't change.

"Who the hell are you?! There are still strong people like you in human beings The blood horse stares at Wang Mang suspiciously, and a bold idea floats up in his heart.

This is not a strong man in a different world coming out of a crack in time and space. The power of one blow is enough to shake the mountains and break the sea. Even Penglai immortal can't do this kind of physical attack.

"Ha ha!" In the face of blood horse's question, Wang Mang didn't have the habit of answering kindly. He sneered twice.

In all the areas under the city, the sounds of fighting, begging for mercy, and the miserable roars of countless practitioners were heard very clearly in the air. The bloody horse squinted at the city and closed his hands and opened his eyes!

Originally a pair of normal eyes with black pupil and white background, in this short moment of closing and opening eyes, they become like zombies. The pupil is dark, and the size also becomes like mung bean, but the killing intention in the eyes is more and more intense, "Magic: the soul of weeping blood!"

"Jie --!" Blood horse's eyes suddenly shed a drop of scarlet tears, a smile, cry, face extremely distorted ghost from his eyes abruptly climbed out.

The deformed and ugly limbs are as thin and small as a river boy, but the tusks in the big mouth are huge and ferocious!

"Roar!" The cruel and bloodthirsty ghost roared at Wang Mang, and his legs suddenly kicked in the air, like a hunting hyena leaping and roaring madly!

"Infernal! It's your turn to perform! " Wang Mang said coldly. The tattoo on his left arm suddenly emitted a big black fog through the armor.

Condensed into human form, Wu Jian arrogantly looks at the evil spirit, sneers twice with disdain, waves his big hand, and the cage of pain envelops the evil spirit!

The endless pain, the black weapons all over the sky, all the practitioners fighting in the city, their wounds and the anger of their death all derive a pure feeling of pain.

It's like a hundred streams returning to the sea. Over the city of cultivators, the black fog is superimposed by countless painful emotions and becomes more and more profound and broad!