Simon's heart was a little cold.

Even if he is in the Yakumo Nebula Realm, what kind of monsters are there in front of him?

A giant dragon hundreds of meters high?

A female ghost carrying a forty-meter-long sword?

Su Fu, the devil who is five meters tall and tangled with dream patterns, emits golden light!

Are you planning to carry out the violence to the end?

Are you very kind?

Simon couldn't help but look at Su Fu. The bulging muscles of the latter were wrapped around the body of the dream pattern, containing the power that seemed to be overturning. Simon couldn't help but tremble.

I originally thought that I was 1.9 meters tall enough, and I was a barbaric type among dream pattern masters.

However, there is no harm without comparison, compared with Su Fu's strong body.

He is really a elegant little dog.

"This is all fake!"

Simon took a deep breath.

Su Fu can't even have the Yiyun Xingyun Realm, so what if his body is stronger than him?

In this Dream Pattern City, no combat skills that are not related to Dream Pattern are allowed.

Su Fu's "The Sutra of All Things" is very strong, but does he dare to use it?

Do you dare to use it?!

"war!"

Simon let out a low growl, and the dream patterns on the fists began to rotate at high speed.

Su Fu twisted his neck.

I haven't fought for a long time, and I feel like my body is getting moldy.

Although it is indeed very pleasant to use the devouring virus to cross the altar world, it is always a bit less.

It turns out...it's a passionate feeling.

Su Fu raised his head, and his hair was like a needle, piercing it into the void.

Clench your fists.

The next moment, Su Fu moved.

Step down in one step!

The ground trembled violently.

The blood and blood in my body were boiling, and there seemed to be unparalleled blood and blood swelling in every pore!

Above the head.

Five ancient giant elephants emerged.

Above each divine elephant, there are golden dream patterns, and they are raised with a long nose, standing above the stars, roaring at the starry sky.

Su Fu, who was like a demon god, rushed towards the galaxy.

Simon was stunned.

"Wanxiang Sutra?!"

How is that possible?

Why did he dare to use it?!

The Wanxiang Jing is a physical combat technique, and it is impossible to fight with Mengwen's combat technique... Why dare Su Fu dare to use this method unscrupulously in Mengwen's City?

The rules do not allow it!

suddenly.

Simon's face turned pale.

He looked at the five gods above Su Fu's head with golden dream patterns flashing all over her body, and she couldn't help but cover her chest for a moment.

You are cruel!

Engrave the dream patterns on the divine elephant!

Su Fu moved.

In an instant, he crossed a hundred meters away and came straight to Simon.

"So what if you have the Sutra of All Things? I am the Eight Cloud Nebula Realm!"

Simon's face became ferocious.

With a roar, a punch wrapped around the dream pattern, he smashed towards Su Fu.

Su Fu's eyes flashed, and he did not hide or avoid.

A fist as big as a millstone was smashed out.

Dong!

Crash with Simon Dream-Wrinkle Fist!

"puff!!!"

A blood arrow spread across the sky three hundred meters!

Simon felt like he was being crushed by a heavy truck chariot.

The body flew backwards, and the dream pattern fist gloves on the fist were shattered.

His face turned pale as thin paper, and his whole body was as trembling as if he was holding his urine.

Is the power gap between the body so big?

Beautiful and gentle...

I really believe in your evil spirit and think it is gentle and kind!

Su Fu frowned.

"So weak?"

He clenched his fist and waved it slightly.

There was a sound explosion from the air.

The little purple dragon, hundreds of meters tall, let out a low dragon roar.

The little slave carried a big knife and two lines of blood and tears dripped in his eyes.

Simon got up from the ground with difficulty, and his arms naturally hanged like soft towels.

His arm... was broken.

"you……"

Simon's face turned pale. Why can't his Yakumo Nebula Realm beat Su Fu?

Unreasonable!

"Give you another chance... choose one of two."

Su Fu felt a little bored, glanced at Simon indifferently and said.

Simon's body was shocked.

He glanced at Su Fu, who was five meters tall, and looked away.

He glanced at the little purple dragon hundreds of meters away, as if his tail could cut off his purple dragon, and his eyes turned away.

Finally, his eyes fell on the beautiful little slave who was rolling around in Dahong Pao.

"It's you..."

Simon gritted his teeth and pointed an arm that had not broken down at the big knife, carrying the big knife, sad and sad, and resentful little slave.

"Yeah."

The little slave's eyes became more and more sad. He held the knife and showed a look of sorrow on his face.

Fighting... the little slave is afraid.

"Young Master, someone bullies the little slave."

Little slave said.

Su Fu frowned slightly and glanced at Simon with contempt.

He actually chose a woman as his opponent, and he was shameless.

Is it really easy to bully a slave?
To be continued...