"Pooh!"

Xu Feng's speed is like a sharp sword, but his steps are very natural and unrestrained. When he blinks, he immediately stops in front of net2, and gently presses his hand toward net2's chest. Although the pace of net 2 is tedious, but under Xu Feng's elegant pace, there is no chance to dodge, so I can only watch Xu Feng's hand on his chest, and there is no chance to dodge. A mouthful of blood is spewed out, and he falls straight to the ground, and a stream of blood is gushed from the corner of his mouth. After several times, he can no longer stand up.

there...