Dragon Ball Guilty

"Aren't you Palu?" Wulong said in surprise when he saw the blue animal.

The animal called Palu floated in mid-air, his eyes fixed on Oolong, and said: "It turns out to be the Oolong who was expelled for stealing the teacher's underwear."

"Do you know him?" Bulma asked Oolong.

Oolong nodded and said, "His name is Palu. Like me, he is a student in the Southern Transformation Kindergarten."

"Hey, that purple-haired one, you will regret what you just said." Leping challenged Feng Zi.

Clenching his fists, Feng Zi's brows were filled with murderous intent. Leping was in his sight, with a red name on his head, and a number 21 after his name. In other words, the strength of this guy named Leping should not be underestimated. , the strength is close to that of Sun Wukong.

"Stop talking nonsense, as a monster, you are guilty!" Feng Zi slowly took down the death sickle wrapped in cloth from his back. When Feng Zi put aside the cloth cover, a ghastly sickle was exposed to the air. Vein-like lines spread across the entire blade, filled with blood-devouring murderous intent.

Leping knew that the young man in front of him was not as simple as he imagined. He should be a guy with real abilities. In an instant, Leping's expression became solemn, he made an unheard-of hand gesture, and he watched Feng Zi warily.

"Come on, Master Leping, get rid of this rude purple-haired man!" Palu seemed to have no body weight, floating in the air strangely, cheering for Leping.

Wulong looked at the two people who were silent on the opposite side, and no one took the initiative to take action, so he said: "Buma, this Feng Zi should be able to deal with that Leping, right?"

"I don't know, anyway, Feng Zi is a very strong guy, a freak who is not even afraid of bullets. But, that Leping is so handsome!" Bulma's eyes seemed to be fixed on Leping, and he answered nonchalantly. The problem.

"The two of them are about to fight!" Sun Wukong said in a deep voice while looking at the battlefield intently.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was very depressing, and the air was filled with suffocating murderous intent. Leping and Feng Zi's eyes intertwined in a parallel line, both of them were waiting for an opportunity to start the battle.

When fighting against an extremely powerful person like Feng Zi, Leping's momentum was not as strong as Feng Zi's. In the continuous momentum contest, Leping felt powerless for no reason.

A trace of sweat fell from Leping's brow, instantly covering Leping's sight.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, Feng Zi moved!

The figure moved at a terrifyingly fast speed, and a purple stream of light was seen rushing out from the place. There was even Feng Zi's figure still on the ground. The afterimage blurred his vision along the way. Feng Zi got close to Le Ping before anyone had time to react.

"So fast!" Sun Wukong couldn't help but cheered when he saw the wonderful scene in front of him.

With the sword raised and lowered, Feng Zi's right hand waved a scythe weighing several hundred kilograms and slashed it down. A black shadow, with a sharpness that annihilated everything, broke through the air, making a "buzzing" sound, and the entire sickle struck at Leping's exposed flaw.

Gritting his teeth, Leping put aside the surprise in his heart, tried his best, and used his posture to concentrate all his strength on his feet. He turned his body and narrowly avoided the trajectory of the sickle.

A bright smile hung on Feng Zi's face. He liked to torture his opponents and enjoy the pleasure brought by the whole process. Maybe he was born to be a man full of violent thoughts.

Just when Leping was glad that he had dodged the sickle, a swift and fierce punch surprised everyone and hit Leping hard on the shoulder.

"Ahem..." Leping's expression changed. Pain shot through his shoulder, and his body was forced to take a few steps back to stabilize himself due to the force of the shock.

Feng Zi shook her head and said to Leping: "You are far from enough."

"What happened just now?" Bulma and Oolong only saw that Leping was injured in a few seconds.

Sun Wukong explained without looking back: "While Brother Feng Zi was swinging the sickle, he took advantage of the guy's attention on the sickle and hit him directly with his fist."

Holding the sickle in one hand, Feng Zi smiled and said: "Don't think that I am good at cutting people with equipment. What I admire is hitting people's bodies with my fists, the most direct way. Touch.”

"Damn it!" Leping was angry, and his whole body turned into a whirlwind, whistling, and attacked Feng Zi's position.

"Tum!" "Tum!" "Tum!"

There were harsh sounds of fighting in the air, and the figures of the two people were so close that they could not be seen clearly with the naked eye. The intensity of the battle between the two sides could only be distinguished by the sound.

"Wolf Fang Wind Fist!" A loud shout rang out, and Leping's figure stopped in everyone's sight. He assumed the posture of a wild wolf pouncing on food. In an instant, the aura of a wild beast appeared.

(The third update of the overnight code, I hope you will support it!)