The Strongest Legend of Dragon Ball

“Sun Wukong's friend? Oh, it turns out it was that Yakirobe, the guy who was so fatal that he still lived." The 18th smiled, licked his lips, smiled like a demon.

Yakirobe looked at the sudden appearance of artificial artificials. First, he woke up drunk for the most part, then he laughed hey, suddenly without the fear of the past.

This time he was confronted positively by an artificial man, who knew he had no chance of escape. “I've been running away for so long, I'm tired, I really don't want to run anymore.” There were tears in the corner of his eyes, and his messy, forked hair was almost clumped together by dirt, and he suddenly found himself wolfed for so long.

“You've ruined the planet like this, aren't you happy?” Yachirobe “snapped” dropped the bottle, broke the glass, splashed the water on the floor, a cold light flashed past, such as a flash of electricity, Yachirobe pulled out a large knife in his waist to cut it off on the 18th.

The finger collided with the blade.

Yajirobe's attack was blocked.

The 18th smiled and stretched out his two fingers with a smile, joyfully clamping Yachirobe's fast chopping knife, like a frosty cheek with a chilly air, a cold smile, fingers suddenly burst, Yachirobe's whole man was bounced out, landed on the ground, gliding for more than a dozen meters before stopping.

No. 18 shook his arm and coldly walked forward.

“Cough!” Yakirobe climbed up from the ground, his body stood on a machete, his body had been emptied for years of alcoholism, evasion and self-anesthesia, his roots as a martial artist had been completely lost, and his floating body had long been less vibrant than when he was young.

At this time, however, Yachirobe would not shamelessly consider himself a martial artist. A true martial artist would stand up and fight his enemies when the planet was in crisis. Even if he died in battle, he would die of Judaism. He was not qualified to do so, and he would never consider himself a martial artist.

At this time, instead of facing man-made man as a martial artist, he is the most basic human being tortured by reality to choose to escape eventually but no longer to escape.

“Hey, it really hurts!” Yajirobe grinned her mouth and her body trembled.

Artificial 17 looked at Yachirobe with indifference, as if he were looking at an ant, and said, "18, get rid of this guy.” He's not interested in wasting his time on this piece of crap.

“Mmm-hmm!” Head 18 responded without answering, licking his lips, and the delicate nightmare brutally revealed a smile.

Wow, white arms raised in the air, fingers like moving clear water, flashing a little star chess cloth in front of the sudden, a fine peanut orange yellow energy bounce condensed out, stacked like a black pressed wasp converged together.

Energetic projectiles are small, but there is a creepy, horrible scent in the fascinating halo.

whoosh! whoosh! whoosh!

The crystalline tiny orange energy bounces out, like a bullet ejector tube, the elongated serpent breaks through the sky, leaving a straight and blurred trajectory, with countless points of light attacking Yachirobe.

At this moment, all the glittering lights in the sight, the more at the head of the crisis, instead, Yachirobe's unprecedented peace of mind, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile. Finally, no longer fleeing, I shouldn't have survived a dozen years ago, and now, finally, I'm leaving the world.

Yajirobe mocked herself.

Pfft, pfft! A little light penetrated Yachirobe's body, blood splattered on the ground, and Yachirobena's fat, floating body collapsed, shaking a piece of yellow sand...

Looking at Yakirobe's body filled with bullet holes and a slight smile on her face, that smile was particularly dazzling. The 17th looked uncomfortably and walked over and patted her on the shoulder of the 18th, saying, "Go, let's get out of this town, and I'm going to destroy some more cities. ”

“Okay!” smiled No. 18, lifting his hand and gently lowering his blonde hair.

At this point, two powerful scents descended from the sky, creating a slight difference in this already ruined city.

“Artificial 17, 18, your doomsday is here!” The orange red figure appeared in front of the artifice, Sun Wuking looked at them with indignation.

Along the way, Artificial 17 and 18 destroyed hundreds of towns and millions more died! For Earthlings, whose total population is already small, such losses can be described in painful terms.

Suddenly, Sun Wuking clearly looked at the face of the tragic death on the ground. His pupils slightly shrunk and his face looked even worse.

“Yachirobe...” Sun Goku muttered softly. He was not very familiar with Yachirobe, but had only seen him a few times when he was a child. Yet Yajirobe and his father, Sun Wukong, had some friendship, and such a man died in the hands of man-made men.

It's unforgivable!

Sun Wuking's angry roar turned his eyes into Super Saiyan shape. Only his blonde hair danced in the air, and his green pupils did not shine a little.

“It's Sun Wukong again, and the previous Golden Flame fighter. Hmm, you're one of them! Well, sending them to the door saved me the time I was looking for." On the 17th, the cold face suddenly laughed.

“Goku, I'll leave the 17th to you!” Xia also noticed Yajirobe's death, saying a word to Sun Wukong, but turned her eyes to Artificial 18.

“Yes!” Sun Wu Ding nodded and immediately locked his momentum, staring closely at the AI 17.

“Hahahaha, even your defeated men want to beat me, ridiculous! The last time you were lucky enough to save your life, you didn't hide well, but you came to the door on your own initiative. It's still such a shame, you Saiyan really don't know the time!” The 17th voice is low, it's like a burning fireball in your heart, there's going to be an explosion at any moment.

“Now that I am different, today you will perish.” Sun Wuling's cold voice rang out.

“Yes, yes, yes!” 17 smiled without anger, but with a trembling cold light in her eyes.

Boom! Like thunder trembles.

The sudden appearance of tremendous force plunged the ground, several pieces of sand spurted up, artificial No. 17 body short, has already launched an attack on Sun Goh Rice, a time mountaineering the sea terrible power emerged, the No. 17 smiled coldly, fist tips condensed a reddish glow.

With regard to Sun Wuking, the 17th no longer has the mind to play, just to kill each other!

In the face of the horrific attack on the 17th, Sun Gourin calmed his face, his arms in front of his chest, bang! Hardson took the 17th onslaught, the ground trembled and cracked open the crack, but his body remained motionless.

“What!” 17 jumped more than a dozen meters in reflexive physical condition.

Sun Wuking smiled slightly, through the collision just now, he already had bamboo in his chest, compared to strength, his 800 million fighting power has been over the Artificial 17, the only regret is that the Super Saiyan eruption is short, unsustainable fighting, while the artificial artificial has unlimited physical strength.

“How can you be so powerful overnight! ”

The 17th face shouted horribly, his heart sinked immediately, this bloody Golden Flame fighter, hidden so deep, should have been eradicated earlier if he had known, now he has a tiger.