The surroundings... were foggy.

A faint mist lingers in.

Su Fu narrowed his eyes, stared at the extra mirrors around him, and thought silently in his heart, totaling twelve sides.

The mirror was like a maze, surrounding Su Fu and Jun Yichen.

Su Fu looked at himself who had expanded after the Baji Collapse in the mirror, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Is there an old lady pretending to be luoli by your side?"

Um?

"How do you know? It seems... I didn't admit my mistake. You are indeed the goal of this mission!"

The bald man sneered.

Wow!

Suddenly, Su Fu and Jun Yichen's figures were reflected in every mirror.

Jun Yichen in the mirror smiled grimly, raised Meng Yan, aimed at Su Fu and Bu Fang in reality, and suddenly launched an attack!

The notes pounded and burst towards the two people in reality!

"Little slave! Remember to finish the attack!"

Su Fu's eyes became much more serious, not only the mirror ghost, but also the old luoli!

and……

From the words of this bald mirror ghost, we can tell that the other party’s target is him!

In this way... we can't let this mirror ghost go!

Su Fu's eyes set.

Looking at the storm of notes that burst into the air.

"Dual poles!"

"Three Poles!"

"collapse!"

boom!

The terrifying blood and blood surged out of Su Fu's body, and his skin suddenly swelled, and his whole body seemed to be deformed.

The blood vessels burst and swollen, and the flowing blood was like rushing rivers!

Su Fu, who had turned into a monster, punched in the air.

A huge cannon sound!

The wind blades and notes in the air were dispersed by the cannon fist wind!

Su Fu stepped on the ground hard.

Leave scarlet blood that floats and sinks in the air.

The body is like a shell.

Bang bang bang bang!

Twelve mirrors were blown up by Su Fu in an instant!

Jun Yichen was extremely shocked and retreated several steps by Su Fu's surging blood and bangs floated continuously.

"So...so strong!"

This time it was really a heart attack...the feeling of pulse infarction!

Is this Su Fu’s true strength?!

A dream maker who advocates violent aesthetics?!

Twelve mirrors shattered at the same time.

In the void... a transparent figure rushed out quickly!

The little slave's sword hanging in the air was instantly cut out.

This knife took away one-third of Su Fu's mental perception!

Puff!

In the air, the mirror ghost suddenly screamed!

Su Fu landed on the ground, and the ground was trembling.

The skin on his body cracked and blood continued to swell.

This is a situation of excessive physical load.

However, until now, Su Fu does not intend to retreat.

At the same time, shattering twelve mirrors and forcing the mirror ghost to appear. Only in this way can we seize the opportunity!

The blood stained the transparent body red, and a huge wriggling tentacle fell down, and was caught by the slave... and bitten it down in one bite.

The mirror ghost fell to the ground, his face pale and full of resentment.

What the hell!

How could someone have such a strong physical body!

This is a fucking... or a dream maker?!

And what is that female ghost who is playing with big swords?!

Can you still eat his dream-eating tentacles?! Do you think that they are chicken feet?!

"Damn it!"

The mirror ghost knew that he miscalculated today and did not expect that the target was so strong.

He must leave, otherwise the army's dream-making army in Jiangnan City will come and he will really not be able to escape!

Ignore Jun Yichen and Su Fu.

Mirror ghost can tell that both of them are at the end of their power.

So he is fearless.

Just beware of the female ghost who is playing big sword...

Looking at the bald ghost who turned around and ran away.

After leaving the Baji Collapse State, Su Fu, who was covered in blood, gritted his teeth.

He took out a shabby ballpoint pen from his pocket tremblingly.

"Bixian, Bixian..."

"Do you want to know love and courage? Do you want to know the answer to the question?"

"Then... poke him to death!"

Su Fudao.

As the words fell, all the remaining spiritual perceptions poured into the ballpoint pen.

Shabby ballpoint pen in hand.

With great resentment, he shook and rushed out silently!
Chapter completed!