Chapter 2225: Su Xiaomo

"I am back again!"
Above the earth, a nine-color flag of the sky, fluttering in the wind, covering the sky.
Not far from the flag, Sumo stood on the ground and looked around.
However, after taking a look at this starry sky, Sumo feels strange.
Immediately, he emerged from the sky and went to the nearest life star.
Now Sumo's cultivation is back to the universe, and the speed is dozens of times faster than when it is on the road of God.
The space of this cosmic sky is too fragile, and there is hardly any binding force.
Rumble!
The speed of the limit makes the explosion of the void, and the explosion is loud.
After a short time, Sumo reached the nearest life star, and a little inquiries, can not help but be speechless.
This starry sky is actually an ancient wilderness field, far away from the sky.
Su Mo has no choice but to fly to the sky. Fortunately, his speed is extremely fast, several times faster than when the Wu Shengjing was perfect.
Two months later, Sumo crossed the entire ancient wilderness and entered the wilderness.
As the distance from the ancient Zhou Xing is getting closer, Sumo can't help but feel a little excited.
For more than a decade, his son, who has never met, is already in his teens.
Sumo couldn't help thinking about it. He didn't know that his son's image was not like him, and his son's name was too small. He didn't have any momentum and must change!
I don’t know what my son’s cultivation is, and what has it reached? Wu Huang? Wudi? Or Wu Zun?
Sumo feels that Wu Zun is unlikely. Although this kid may be gifted, the vitality of birth is comparable to that of Wu Emperor, but it is only vitality, not cultivation.
Thinking about it, Sumo thinks that his son’s cultivation should be in the peak of Emperor Wu, or just promoted to Emperor Wu.
However, these are not the concerns of Sumo. What he cares about is, what kind of martial arts is the son?
Between Sumo and Suo, he entered the ancient Lingxing River and gradually approached the ancient Zhou Xing.
Today's ancient Zhou Xing, surrounded by a large number of satellites, will surround the ancient Zhou Xing in the center.
Sumo slowed down slightly, passed through the satellite, and quietly entered the nine-day hurricane layer of the ancient Zhou Xing.
"Ok?"
Sumo’s eyes swept away, and a slight glimpse, only on the high sky in front of the Cangjing Jingu Shrine, surrounded by a large number of figures at the moment.
"What happened?" Sumo frowned slightly, his body stopped and looked far away.
I saw that there were hundreds of thousands of people above the sky. On the ground, there were dense warriors who could not see the end.
Looking closely, Sumo sighed a little, and it was unexpected that someone was going to attack the Cangjing Shrine. It was not.
Because of the crowd, many people are people of the Cangjing Palace.
For example, Sumo saw Su Yu, Niu Xiaohu, Luo Qianfan and others.
Of course, there are many people of different ethnicities, such as the Flying Spirit, the Black Scale, and so on.
And in the eyes of everyone, above the sky, there is a group of people facing each other.
Strictly speaking, there is a group of people who are confronting one person.
There are six people in the group, all of whom are young people. There are people of the black scales, those who have the flying spirits, and people of the human race. All of them have reached the Wudi situation.
On the opposite side of the six people stood a teenager. The boy looked like a 13-year-old, with a red-breasted, white-looking appearance, and a young scholar who was childish.
The teenager wore a white gown, and his temperament was extraordinary.
However, this white-shirt boy is extremely proud and has no arrogance in his eyes.
"Isn't this my son?" Sumo looked at him with amazement and looked at the white-shirt boy. The boy's face was similar to the wooden one.
The main thing is that even if they are hundreds of thousands of miles apart, Sumo can feel the faint feeling of blood connection.
Therefore, he was basically sure for a moment, this is his son.
Sumo came to the interest, and without rushing to the past, he stood in the distance and watched quietly.
"Su Xiaomo, defeated us, you can be called the ancient Lingxing River Wudi territory invincible!"
"I want to see if your strength is so loud?"
"If you want to be invincible in Wudi, your cultivation is not enough!"
"..."
In the field, the six young Wudi nine heavy weapons, staring at the white shirt boy across the street, screamed and screamed.
"Sure enough!" Sumo heard the words, a happy heart, the white shirt teenager is really his son.
Actually, the Emperor Wudi is seven heavy, and it’s really amazing. When he was so big, he didn’t wake up the Wuhun, and he was still playing mud in Linyang City!
"Ha ha ha!"
At this time, the white-shirt boy laughed a little, and some childish voices sounded, and proudly said: "Some of you want to play against me, it is simply not self-reliant!"
"Defeated us, you are the real ancient Lingxing River Wudi Wudi." Among the six young warriors, the young man of the Flying Spirit calmly said.
"Cut, don't say you, even among the four stars, within the Wudi territory, no one is my opponent!" Su Xiaomo disdainfully smiled and arrogant, continued: "You six, let's take it together." !"
"Hurricane!"
"Too arrogant!"

Is it really bad for us?

"..."
Six young geniuses, all face anger, this Su Xiaomo is too mad.
Today's discussion, the other side is obviously despising them six people.

It’s so arrogant!

In the distance, Sumo heard this and couldn't help but frown. How did this kid expand? Who taught it?
Sumo secretly decided that this time, he must beat and beat this kid.
So expanded, it will definitely suffer big losses in the future.
Even he himself has never dared to claim the same level and invincible. He has always believed in people outside, and there are days outside.
And this kid, only the Emperor Wudi is seven heavy, and he is invincible within the territory of the Emperor Wudi. This is simply too inflated.
"arrogant?"
Su Xiaomo heard the words of the six geniuses, smiled and shook his head and waved: "This is not arrogant, nor arrogant, this is self-confidence, not my Su Xiaomo madness, even if I am, I am in the same rank. Nothing will be my opponent!"
puff!
Sumo heard this, almost a spit of old blood, which ... actually expanded to such a point.
He would like to see, this kid, what is extraordinary, can be so expanded.
"Get it! Or you will have no chance to shoot!"
At this time, Su Xiaomo’s hand flashed and a bright silver pistol appeared.
The long gun was lifted and pointed to the six young geniuses opposite.
The six geniuses heard the words and looked at each other. They took out their weapons and prepared to shoot.
The breath of the six people is very strong. They are not the general Wudi martial arts, but belong to the enchanting characters. The combat power is comparable to Wu Zun.
"Hands!"
A slap in the face, the six people shot together, although they do not like Su Xiaomo's arrogance, but still join forces to attack.
Between the time, the sword was raging, the knife light shone, and the six young geniuses joined forces to attack Su Xiaomo.
"Haha, come here!"
Su Xiaomo Lang laughed and raised a huge momentum. This momentum is mysterious and unusual.
Feeling this momentum, as if coming to the wild world, it seems to have entered another era.
It seems that the whole world does not exist and entered the unknown field.
"What is this?" Sumo's eyes slammed down and whispered. The smell of this kid was extremely strange. It should be the power of the soul.
However, this eccentric power of warfare is unheard of and unseen.
Not only that, but Su Xiaomo’s body has a strong blood force and is vast.
Rumble!
Su Xiaomo shot, a shot swept out, a powerful powerhouse.
Just a blow, six geniuses, they were repulsed, and each flies back a hundred miles.
"You are too weak to be vulnerable!"
Su Xiaomo has a good face, a long gun, a blossoming gun, and a shot of six geniuses.
Unsurprisingly, under this round of attacks, the six geniuses were all spurted by the vomiting blood, and it was not an enemy at all.
The noise of noisy discussion, one after another, on the earth in the sky, countless people watching the battle marveled, marveling at the rebellion of Sumo Xiaomo.
What's more, talking about Su Xiaomo's talent has surpassed his father Sumo.
"It's really amazing!" Sumo nodded secretly. Although this kid is arrogant, it is indeed against the sky.
However, what is the battle spirit of this kid?
Sumo secretly thought about it, but before that, he had to give the kid a lesson and suppress the arrogance of his arrogance.
"Oh, I said, I am already invincible in Wudi!"
In the sky, Su Xiaomo defeated six geniuses, put away a long gun, and showed a smug smile on his face, without a trace of modesty.
Rumble!
At this moment, the difference became steep, and above the sky, a sudden bang, and the day after tomorrow was dimmed.
Everyone was shocked and looked up at the sky. I saw only a few days above, a huge sky, and the rumbling of the rumble.
"what?"
"what is this?"
"Who is the shot?"
Everyone was shocked, because this huge sky is a palm, huge to the amazing palm.
Above the palm of your hand, the air-carrying machine is extremely large, and the raging power is suppressed. It immediately makes everyone's body solidify and cannot move.
"This...!" Su Xiaomo was dumbfounded. Under this giant palm, his heart trembled and he only felt his own smallness and powerlessness.
Some people in the Cangjing Jingu Shrine were shocked first, and soon they were overjoyed.
Because of the breath of this giant palm, they are so familiar.
Sumo, back!