Crazy!

Boy Su is crazy!

Tuoba Xiong's face turned black. What should he say?

What else can you say? Su Fu is really crazy. He actually plans to sneak attack a level 8 dream maker with the strength of a level 4 dream maker?!

Why is this guy a lunatic like Lei Hen?

Level 8, that is the realm of a great master, with a perception of more than 5,000 upwards, especially the Shura King, like the Shura King of the Shura Association, each of them is the top king of the eighth master.

How can you not have any ability to claim to be king?

If he had no ability, he would have been encircled and wiped out by the great masters of China and the three major federations!

Such a king, Su Fu actually dared to attack and slap his waist!

Is this guy addicted to thigh his waist?!

Su Fu is crazy, Tuoba Xiong will not be crazy with Su Fu.

Do you know why there are so few geniuses?

That's all the reasons for dying!

Tuoba Xiong felt that he should keep some fire for the genius.

boom!

The gravel is flying!

The terrible perceived oppression is so powerful that it makes the bones shatter.

When Su Fu approached 800 meters, he could not suppress his qi and blood. Without relying on qi and blood, he could not withstand this perceptual oppression at all.

Even with his eight-turn perception, the same is true.

The ultimate power made Su Fu's body bones make a sound like fried beans.

Discomfort, depression, pain.

However, Su Fu was fearless.

Five poles are open, no!

The five poles are not enough!

Six poles... open!

Su Fu's body swelled up, his temples bulged, and extremely powerful power burst out from the two huge back muscles behind him.

The distance of 800 meters has become like a faraway place.

The old Yin pen was flying silently.

She is professional when tying her waist.

For some reason, she was still a little excited.

Um?

Fang Changsheng leaned against the purple dragon, his palm stroked the dim scales of the purple dragon, and his brows frowned.

He sensed Su Fu's breath.

What's funny?

This is a level eight-level grandmaster battle, not a small fight like Zhou Liehuo.

How did Su Fu's breath come out?

Fang Changsheng turned his head and looked over suddenly, and immediately saw Su Fu running wildly in the wilderness.

That head over three meters tall seemed like a wild beast, with purple skin and dark golden pupils, completely inhuman...

However, Fang Changsheng was a little stunned when he saw it. Suddenly, he seemed to see a familiar figure overlapping with Su Fu's back.

"This kid... looks wild, like a fucking fuck."

Fang Changsheng sighed leisurely.

Then, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Nothing! Get back!"

Fang Changsheng let out a loud shout, and the sound of shouting exploded in the sky like thunder!

Rumble...

Su Fu suddenly felt the terrible pressure suddenly fall on him.

Bang!

Su Fu's body smashed on the ground, sank the ground deeply.

"Damn it! Boss, what are you doing?! Oops!"

Su Fu stubbornly raised his head from the gravel and shouted.

Fang Changsheng's mouth twitched.

far away.

Tuoba Xiong was also confused.

The Shura King, who was tied to a bandage, had a distant look, and his eyes were very vicissitudes.

He glanced at Su Fu and could not see any changes in his face tied in the bandage.

"Level 4 Dream Maker..."

"Is it very strong Qi and blood, physical skills?"

The Shura King whispered faintly.

However, he didn't care at all. If he was a great Shura King, it would be a bit ridiculous if he was sent to the yin by a level 4 dream maker.

The moment when Su Fu roared, Fang Changsheng also showed determination and madness in his eyes!

Zilong, who had originally fallen on the ground and looked dull, suddenly became energetic.

The purple scales on his body burst out with countless dazzling lights!

roar!!

The terrifying dragon roar trembled the world.

Blood dripped from Fang Changsheng's mouth.

He slowly stood up from the ground, wearing a shabby vest and drooping flip flops.

But his appearance has become extremely tall!

Rumble!

It's like an earthquake shaking.

The aura of Fang Changsheng was as tall as a mountain at this moment.

Sizzle!

Countless thunders shot down and fell around his body.

The huge purple dragon burst out with a dazzling purple light. Many of the dragon scales on its body were cracked and blood penetrated out of it.

However, at this moment, an extremely powerful force burst out!

"Thunder and Lightning Faron!"

far away.

Tuoba Xiong, who was lying on the ground, dared not move, was shocked!

The legendary Purple Thunder Dragon Emperor... Fang Changsheng?!

The legendary master who entered the Grand Master Hall, a legend who came out of the trial camp!

Fang Changsheng's hair was floating, his unshaven beard exuded vicissitudes, and his eyes seemed to be consistent with Zilong's pupils.

Behind it, a mysterious world emerged.

There is a world full of purple thunder, with huge Thunder Dragon Valley and terrifying dragons spreading their wings and flying!

Countless thunder gathered on Fang Changsheng's body.

If Lei Heng's thunderstorm technique is a small fight, Fang Changsheng's thunder induces into his body would be absolutely shocking.

It seems to have become the leader of the real thunder.

Su Fu turned over, his eyes brightened, his legs kicked on the ground, and the ground suddenly exploded and galloped forward.

Purple fist gloves gathered above Fang Changsheng's arms, and thunder flashed in it.

Sizzle!
To be continued...