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Chapter 1965 King Yang's last trump card!(2/2)

Because it seems that the ghost man should not be Xiao Chen's opponent.

Bang!

The ghost flew backwards and smashed into a pile of ruins.

Almost hit King Yang.

At this moment, King Yang was stunned.

"How could this be, how could this be possible? It's impossible!"

King Yang was frightened. He never expected that the ghost man who had the advantage just now would be suddenly blown away.

Of course he didn't know that no matter what battle Xiao Chen fought, he had never used all his strength.

At this moment, a strong wind blew the Sun King away.

Next, he saw Xiao Chen's figure passing by, like a ferocious giant beast, waving his fists again and hitting the ghost man.

This punch hit the ghost man's chest.

boom!

With a loud bang, the ghost's chest sank.

The body was also directly embedded into the ground.

If this were a normal person, he would have been beaten to death by the heart burst.

But the ghost man seemed to have no feeling at all, and his body exploded out of the deep pit and blasted towards Xiao Chen.

This thing is really stronger than Fengying.

Of course, the strength is just defense.

"Since you can resist so much, I will fight until you can't stand it!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Xiao Chen punched him one punch after another.

The ghost man was like a doll, constantly being bombarded, and his body began to shatter inch by inch, but there was no blood. All the flowing out was black liquid, like oil.
Chapter completed!
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