Ning Ke flew upside down again, splashing blood and splashing heavily on the ground.

He struggled to stand up with the knife and pestle, but he fell on the ground unsteadily, and vomited another mouthful of blood.

Not wasting energy, he lay down in a pool of blood, thinking about the knife just now, his brain was working fast.

Now his own strength is more than six thousand, whether it is good at drawing swords and slashing, whether it is good at throwing stele hands, every blow can double the explosive force.

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