Ye Xuan was hit by a punch and had no choice but to step back. This time, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the ground.

The eyes he looked at the death believers were full of doubts and confusion.

Because he didn't know how he was hit by the opponent.

He couldn't see through the death disciple's punches at all. The opponent's punches were very fast, but no matter how fast he was, he could still catch them, just like he was facing the upper hand against the God King Bell.

The death disciple's boxing skills are even weirder than Zhong Shangfeng's. You must know that he can also reflect Zhong Shangfeng's boxing skills.

The Death Cultist's punch was originally designed to match its ghost-like clothes, making it difficult for people to catch it. In addition, its speed was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly, making it difficult to dodge and reach the sky.

At this time, the death believers fought off Ye Xuan and said slowly: "Want to take the road and leave? Are you so anxious to leave? You have to know that leaving too anxiously will affect your battle, just like

, you just opened your door wide, and I easily caught your shortcomings."

Ye Xuan did not deny that he had been too anxious just now, which was the key reason why his weakness was exposed.

Now, he barely stabilized his body, raised his arm, and glanced at the time on his watch.

It's already seven fifty.

There are still ten minutes left until Liu Baisu's birthday.
Chapter completed!