"Bang!"
The two collided once more.
Fang Zheng fell heavily to the ground, Xiao Yun's body swayed, a look of confusion in his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.
"Fang."
He looked at Fang Zheng, taking the opportunity to steady his mind:
"In the end, I still won!"
"Is that so?"
Lying on the ground, Fang Zheng chuckled:
"It may not be so!"
"Look, what's under your feet?"
"What?" Xiao Yun was taken aback, then looked down, only to see a line of blood.
"This is..."
"Magic Altar?"
"Exactly." Fang Zheng crossed his legs, sitting in a pool of blood, with a solemn expression:
"It's the Magic Altar formed by my spilled blood!"
"Go!"
He flicked his fingers, and the Binding Gold Rope and Desolate Pole flew out, one tying up Xiao Yun, the other crashing towards the Ghost Body.
At the same time.
Fang Zheng made a finger technique, silently using Thunder Skill.
Shenxiao Thirty-Six Thunder Techniques — Upper Qing Great Cave Thunder!
