When a sense of crisis came, the bruise immediately made a decision, and his right hand slashed from his thigh, and suddenly jumped out to the other side, and the leg that remained in place turned into a solid wooden wall.

The golden long-tailed knife shadow fell deep into the cyan jungle, and also scared the blue scar out of a cold sweat, if he hadn't reacted fast enough to break his leg to survive, there was a sixty percent chance of dying under this knife.

Even so, the bruises were also hit hard, the yellow-green spar in the center of the eyebrows flickered, and the broken arms and thighs began to surge out delicate branches, intertwined into a new picture of hands and feet.

"Aren't you dead? No, the newborn limbs are still very different from the original......

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