"Plop ......"

The Flying Three-Hand Buddha suddenly stumbled in the air, and the ghoul fell straight down.

And the Flying Three-Hand Buddha himself also flew crookedly, as if he had become a headless fly.

Wang Fan followed behind, and a smile flashed on his face when he saw this scene.

Hehe, sure enough, the poison may not be enough to poison these guys, and after he was promoted to a poisoner, his understanding of toxicology became more and more sophisticated, so he found another way to create this alternative poison.

Although neither of these two poisons can be lethal when used alone, once they are fused in this way, it is different.

The Flying Three-Hand Buddha was obviously at least one level stronger than the average mutant martial artist, but he was also hit.

Wang Fan did not rush up to kill people in a hurry, but followed for a while.

The feeling of the Flying Three-Hand Buddha at this time was quite uncomfortable.

He felt as if the blood vessels in his body were clogged, and the blood could not flow at all.

However, while his blood vessels were clogged, his blood vessels were constantly expanding, becoming hard and brittle.

At first, some small blood vessels ruptured, and gradually, large blood vessels began to rupture.

By this time, he was actually a little unbearable.

"It must be that kid who made the bad ......" The Flying Three-Hand Buddha recalled all the details in the middle at this time, except for Wang Fan, there seemed to be no abnormalities in other aspects.

"Is it that packet of green powder?"

Soon, the Flying Three-Hand Buddha realized what the problem was.

It's just that what he can't understand, or what shocks him, is his always sensitive perception of danger, why is there no warning at all?

That package of green powder, obviously not poisonous, nor dangerous?

At this time, the Flying Three-Hand Buddha himself was a little confused, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

......In the next second, just as the Flying Three-Hand Buddha was struggling to flap his wings and prevent himself from falling from a height of nearly 100 meters, a large artery in his body finally ruptured.

"I ......" At this moment, the Flying Three-Hand Buddha only felt that his mind was dizzy, he could no longer control his body, his wings felt that he could not move, and his body began to fall freely downward.

"Pounce on ......" The sound of another large blood vessel bursting sounded.

This time, the Flying Three-Hand Buddha only felt that everything in front of him seemed to have a ghost.

His eyes were blood-red at this time, because the capillaries in the eyeballs were all ruptured, and the blood oozing out made his eyes blood-colored.

"Almost!" At this moment, Wang Fan calculated that the time was almost up, and took out the hallucinogenic dagger in his hand.

"Take advantage of your illness to kill you!" Wang Fan actually roughly understood how critical the current condition of the Flying Three-Hand Buddha was, but with such an injury, he also knew that he couldn't kill a monster of this level.

As long as twelve hours later, the medicinal power will go down, and with the recovery power of the transcendent-level powerhouse, the injury will naturally recover.

Therefore, at this moment, Wang Fan did not dare to slack off at all.

Quickly climbed to the top of a building near the Flying Three-Hand Buddha, and after calculating the angle and position, Wang Fan took the hallucinogenic dagger, and then jumped down.

And the dagger in his hand was stabbing at the flying three-handed Buddha who was desperately hanging in the air below.

"Flutter!" The hallucinogenic dagger stabbed into the spine of the Flying Three-Hand Buddha.

"Sure enough, you did it!" The Flying Three-Hand Buddha turned his head, staring at Wang Fan with red eyes, his face full of hideousness and hatred.

"You woke up too late, and when you were going to kill me, this end was doomed." Wang Fan said fiercely, riding on the back of the Flying Three-handed Buddha, pulled out the dagger, and stabbed him in the neck again.

This hallucinogenic dagger has a hallucinogenic effect, and the fierce counterattack of the Flying Three-handed Buddha, under the effect of the illusion, hit the wrong direction and the wrong position.

After being hit by the hallucinogenic dagger, the consciousness of the enemy will appear severe hallucinations.

Under such an illusion, you can imagine how much the other party's strength can be exerted.

The body of the Flying Three-Hand Buddha is also amazingly strong, and when he was hit by Wang Fan's mixed poison powder, the arteries and veins in his body were blasted, and he was stabbed twice by Wang Fan, and he was stabbed in a fatal position, but the opponent's counterattack was still fierce.

Not only is it fierce, but every blow can easily seriously injure Wang Fan.

Unfortunately, under the effect of the illusion, Wang Fan easily dodged his deadly attack.

"Not dead yet!" Wang Fan took the hallucinogenic dagger and stabbed him hard in the back of the head.

"Flutter!"

Wang Fan pulled out the hallucinogenic dagger, and the white and red spurted outward along the knife edge for a while.

The Flying Three-Hand Buddha let out a terrible scream and fell freely.

Wang Fan stood on his back at this time, and did not choose to jump to the building next to him, but stepped on the back of the Flying Three-Hand Buddha like this, and fell down with the Flying Three-Hand Buddha.

With the Flying Three-Hand Buddha as a cushion, with the strength of his body, he should be able to withstand the drop from this height.

And standing on the back of the Flying Three-Hand Buddha, coupled with such a heavy weight of his own, if he falls, no matter how strong the Flying Three-Hand Buddha is, it is estimated that he will fall to death.

"Pounce!" The Flying Three-Hand Buddha fell to the ground, his body was like a watermelon, his internal organs exploded, and his skin exploded radially because of the huge impact.

And Wang Fan was barely able to hold on because he had the Flying Three-Hand Buddha as a cushion as a cushion, coupled with the two martial arts of Black Panther Gong and Black Flame Fist.

Glancing at the Flying Three-Hand Buddha on the ground, Wang Fan felt that this guy would never come back to life.

Wang Fan skillfully searched the corpse and threw all the space compression bags on the body of the Flying Three-handed Buddha into an empty space compression bag prepared in advance.

Then, he was looking for the white fat man.

It's just that what made Wang Fan feel unbelievable was that he searched the surroundings and opened his mental vision, but he still didn't find the white and chubby guy.

"It's strange, you saw him fall here from the sky?" Wang Fan searched for it, but he couldn't find the guy, so he could only choose to give up in the end.

"Hey, that's a hidden danger." Wang Fan always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Wang Fan looked around again, and after destroying all the traces he left behind, he took up the talent of the Black Panther Gong and the Children of the Night, and hurriedly left here.

And on the roof of a building in the distance, a red mist-like shadow quietly emerged, and she looked at Wang Fan's back with complicated eyes, and a touch of complexity and surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

When Wang Fan left for half an hour, in the garbage disposal station in the distance, the garbage mountain suddenly shook, and the garbage slipped down one after another, finally revealing a white and chubby guy inside.

"Whew!" The ghoul came out from the bottom of the garbage mountain, and he looked in the direction Wang Fan had left, his eyes full of fear.

If he hadn't awakened the ghoul's natural ability at a critical moment: fake death, hiding in the garbage heap, and evading Wang Fan's search by faking his death, maybe he would have been killed.

The ghoul couldn't help but shudder when he recalled the last moment when Wang Fan descended from the sky, rode on the back of the Flying Three-Hand Buddha, and killed the Flying Three-Hand Buddha with a small dagger.

Wang Fan's ferocity left a deep shadow on this guy whose IQ was not enough.

At this time, the ghoul barely escaped alive, and he no longer dared to stay in the city of Chu City, he relied on the night and fled frantically towards the outside of the city.

When Wang Fan returned home, he first rinsed it, and then washed the space compression bag found on the Flying Three-Hand Buddha, ready to check what was in it.