Chapter 504 (1/2)
Simon's heart is a little cold.
Even if he is in the eight cloud nebula, what monsters are there in front of him?
Hundreds of meters high dragon?
A female ghost with a 40 meter knife?
Five meters tall, surrounded by dream patterns, the devil Su Fu exudes golden light!
Is this preparation to carry out the violence to the end?
What about being polite?
Simon couldn't help looking at Su Fu. The latter's bulging muscles and the flesh wrapped with dream patterns contained the power that seemed to turn over rivers and seas. Simon couldn't help shaking both physically and mentally.
I thought I was strong enough at 1.9 meters. All of them belong to the savage type among dream tattooers.
However, there is no harm without comparison, compared with Su Fu's strong body.
He is really a gentle little milk dog.
”It's all fake!”
Simon took a deep breath.
Su can't help a cloud nebula. What if his flesh is stronger than him?
In the city of dream patterns, you are not allowed to use any combat skills unrelated to dream patterns.
Su Fu's Vientiane Sutra is very strong, but does he dare to use it?
Dare you use it?!
”War!”
Simon gave a low roar, and the dream pattern on his fists began to rotate at high speed.
Sue twisted her neck.
I haven't fought for a long time. I feel like my body is moldy.
Although it's really cool to use phagocytosis virus to attack the world invincible, I always feel that something is missing.
It turns out... It's a feeling of blood.
Su Fuyang raised his head, his hair like a needle, and plunged into the void.
Clench your fist.
The next moment, Sue moved.
Step down, Dong!
The ground trembled violently.
The whole body's blood is boiling. It seems that there is incomparable blood in every pore!
Above your head.
Five ancient colossus emerged.
Each god elephant is wrapped with golden dream patterns, raises its long nose, stands on the stars and roars at the stars.
Su Fu, like a demon God, rushed into the galaxy.
Simon froze.
”Wan... Vientiane Sutra?!”
How is that possible?
How dare he use it?!
Vientiane Sutra belongs to the fighting skill of flesh. It can't fight with Mengwen with eight poles... Why does Su Fu dare to use this method recklessly in the city of Mengwen?
The rules don't allow it!
Suddenly.
Simon turned pale.
He looked at the five heads above Su Fu's head, which were glittering with golden dream patterns and playing happily. For a time, he couldn't help covering his chest.
You're cruel!
Engrave the dream pattern on the God image!
Sue helped me move.
In an instant, across a hundred meters, he came straight to Simon.
”What if you have the Vientiane Sutra? I am the eight cloud Nebula! ”
Simon's face grew ferocious.
With a roar and a fist wrapped around Mengwen, he bluntly hit Su Fu.
Su Fu's eyes flickered and did not hide.
A fist the size of a millstone was smashed out.
Dong!
Collide with Simon's dream fist!
”Poof!!!”
A mouthful of blood arrow soared 300 meters!
Simon felt as if he had been run over by a heavy truck.
The body flew upside down, and the dream pattern boxer on the fist was fragmented.
His face was as white as thin paper, and his whole body trembled like holding urine.
Is the power gap of the flesh so large?
Gentle
I believe you so much that I think I'm gentle!
Su Fu frowned.
”So weak?”
He clenched his fist and waved it slightly.
A sonic boom came out of the air.
The little purple dragon, hundreds of meters high, uttered a deep dragon chant.
The little slave carried a big knife and two lines of blood and tears trickled down his eyes.
Simon struggled to get up from the ground, and his arms fell naturally, like a soft towel.
His arm... Is broken.
”You...”
Simon's face turns white. Why can't he beat Su Fu with the strength of the eight cloud Nebula?
Unreasonable!
”Give you another chance... One of two.”
Su Fu felt a little boring. He glanced at Simon and said.
Simon's body shook.
He glanced at Su Fu, who was five meters five, and looked away.
He glanced at the little purple dragon hundreds of meters, as if his tail could break his purple dragon, and looked away.
Finally, his eyes fell on the little slave who turned the big red robe and was beautiful.
”Just you...”
Simon clenched his teeth and pointed his unbroken arm at the little slave with a big knife.
”Whimper, whimper.”
The little slave's eyes became more and more sad. He held the knife and showed a sad face.
Fight... Little slave is afraid.
”Childe, someone bullied the little slave.”
Little slave said.
Su Fu frowned slightly and glanced contemptuously at Simon.
It's shameless to pick a woman as your opponent.
It's easy to bully when you're a slave?
This is
Lady in red!
”Little slave, cut him down! See the ten dream lines on him? Cut down one and carry 999 ml of startling juice home. ”
Sufu road.
It seems that it's not enough. Su Fu smashed his mouth.
”Two star frightening juice.”
Hum?
Whining?!
The little slave was stunned. At the next moment, he seemed to have a blood color rising from the sky, and the corpses were surging!
Hum
An angry cry!
The strength of eating juice suppressed by the little slave broke out.
Trumpet, suona, and the background music brought with it, become fast and gloomy.
Blood color, light spread, long hair curled up.
From qiaiai, she suddenly became a terrible female ghost in red!
The 40 meter big knife becomes longer in an instant, and one knife runs 3000 meters across the sky!
The sword King's intention surges on it!
Boom!
Cut off with a knife and the world turns pale.
Simon felt his knives everywhere.
No matter which direction you go, you will be hit by this knife
Why?
He can't beat Su Fu and the Dragon
Can't beat you a weak woman?!
Zizizi
Countless dream patterns are intertwined!
Simon pulled out his falling fist.
Pull the fist!
Pooh!
A mouthful of blood arrow soared 300 meters!
Simon's clothes burst and a dream line was cut.
Su Fumei Zizi raised her hand and accepted the dream pattern impolitely.
Simon's face was gray.
He was wrong.
He really can't beat the weak woman
”Oh! 999! ”
Another angry cry!
The little slave swung a knife again and cut it off.
Poof!
Another mouthful of blood arrow soared 300 meters
Simon fell to the ground like his abused daughter-in-law, and his integral dream lines were cut off again.
”Oh! 999! ”
The little slave roared again.
Pooh!
Pooh!
One knife can cut the sun, moon and stars!
Nine knives in a row.
Simon has only one of the ten dream lines around his body.
He's numb. He's stupid.
His eyes were full of despair and sadness.