, Zhao Xiaohan's other foot had already leaped into the air, and kicked Fu Bo's chest. This kick exhausted all the strength of Zhao Xiaohan, so when this kick hit, Fu Bo controlled He couldn't help letting go of his palm, and took a few steps back, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably.

All of this seems to be just a flash of light, but the two have already distinguished themselves. There have never been so many gorgeous moves between masters, let alone so many fancy postures, just like the confrontation between Zhao Xiaohan and Fu Bo Similarly, in their eyes, it may be a long duel, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is only less than 2 minutes, and Zhao Xiaohan's hands have left ten blood marks, Fu Bo's mouth has already Stained red by blood, even the white beard has been dyed blood red!

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