Chapter 1475

The power of blood horse's fist can be called the ultimate kill, and Wang Mang's arms disappeared into wisps of fly ash under the power of the fist.

The special blood color energy transferred from the arm to the chest, barely kept Wang Mang's heart full of cracks. After all, if the heart of the detached body was not broken, his body would not completely collapse.

Wang Mang, who had lost his arms, was bloody and ferocious. But looking at the blood horse with white hair in front of him, he laughed wildly: "blood horse, it's time for you to ban martial arts. Don't you mean you can kill me a hundred times? Why am I still alive? "

Wang Mang's arrogant ridicule was effective, and his face was full of blood and horse wrinkles, showing a touch of resentment.

his skin was aging very fast, his loose skin was like mud in a river, emitting a kind of rotten and disgusting smell, and the arrogance of heaven and earth was also rapidly weakening.

The forbidden skill he used really reached the time limit, but even if he died, could he really keep Wang Mang alive?

His ugly face, like an old bark, had a vague meaning. He stared at Wang Mang with his eyes open. His harsh voice was as hoarse as a knife: "you will die, Wang Mang! Ha ha

With that, Wang Mang's broken little finger was far away. His body, which had been supporting to the limit, was suddenly broken. With the cold wind blowing, a smell of ashes disappeared in the vast world with the breeze.

"I've been dead once! Even God wants me to live, can you still let me die? Do you have more face than God? "

Wang Mang seemed relieved and talked to himself. His congested and dizzy brain was not under control. Don't people die? What bullshit is the blood horse talking about.

A mass of black evil spirit with countless twisted faces rushed to Wang Mang and lifted the injured Wang Mang with cloud like soft fog,

"master, now the most powerful enemy is dead, what should we do?"

"Find a place to recuperate!"

Wang Mang closed his eyes and emptied his head. He was too tired to think about the stage of the surprise attack in the city, whether it was a failure or a success.

His body and will were almost destroyed by the two fists of blood horse. Now he can't even think rationally and intellectually.

Wu Jian took Wang Mang, who had already snored slightly, and landed in front of a wooden house with basically intact appearance. Invisible and immaterial, he gently put Wang Mang on the bench in the courtyard. He reluctantly strengthened himself into a half human shape and went through the wall to observe.

The two corpses, whose chest and abdomen were cut by a sharp blade, had their stinky intestines mixed with dirty blood on the ground. The two pairs of eyes that had never closed their eyes did not contain any divine color. They looked a little bit seeping.

Wu Jian floated to the two corpses, a few wisps of evil spirit wound around the edge of the knife, just like high-strength glue, rigidly adhered the split skin and flesh.

"Deng ~ Deng!" The cold skin of the corpse stiff from the ground to climb up, there is no focus in the eyes more than three black gas.

They took out mops from a utility room and cleaned the bloodstained tiles. Then they ran to a guest room and changed the covers and sheets on the bed.

The brand-new White was pleasing to the eye, and he nodded with satisfaction. His figure flashed. The door of the wooden house opened, and Wang Mang, who was lying in the yard, was sent into the air.