I’m Really An Alchemist

The Sheriff of the Galaxy Patrol clenched his fists, strode out, and said solemnly to the underworld martial artist: "The longer this war drags on, the more lives will die. Everything that is happening now is caused by Kurds!"

"As long as we can kill the Kurds, this battle for no reason will stop, and the Frozen Empire will disintegrate and collapse!"

The Underworld Martial Daoist thought deeply and nodded.

Seeing that his proposal had been approved, the sheriff was even more excited. He waved his fist and pushed hard into the air, as if hitting Kurd in the face.

"In the Galaxy Patrol, there is a member who has accompanied the Galaxy King to Feige and met Kurd. If he is accompanied and guided by him, the warrior will take action and kill Kurd on the spot!"

"Then it will all end!"

The Sheriff's words resonated with other ministers.

Underworld Martial Daoist said: "Defeat Kurdish, it can end the war, but I can't!"

Seeing that everyone's faces changed slightly, he explained with a smile: "My strength is far less than that of Kurds, not to mention that I only stay in this world for less than four hours.

However, I know a martial artist, he is very strong! "

The sheriff said hesitantly, "Can you defeat Kurd?"

The Underworld Martial Daoist believed to himself: "Yes, he is the strongest person I have ever seen, and I believe that no one can beat him!"

Someone asked carefully: "May I ask the warrior, does the one you mentioned have a legend left in the world?"

"I don't know. He is a martial artist born in the Western Galaxy, and he is also the strongest warrior in the hands of the Western Realm King."

"His name is pork ribs rice!"

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The lights of the city are twinkling.

The quiet night, shrouded in the sky and the earth, the stars are endless, and the heart is relaxed and happy.

Even now when the war is fierce, the capital of the frozen empire still looks peaceful. If the war burns here, it means the collapse of this huge empire.

And on the pitch-black hills, someone stared at the quiet city, their eyes lit up with fire.

That is anger.

I can't wait to destroy the city's anger!

The Galaxy Patrol did not expect that he would have another day to set foot on Phage. Although it did not represent a victory, it also made him excited from the bottom of his bones, and his blood trembled with excitement.

He pointed to the magnificent buildings in the city, suppressing the anger in his tone.

"Lord Pork Ribs Rice, that's the Kurdish palace!"

In the darkness, a green-skinned man wearing a long crown and a white robe walked out. His expression was cold and his eyes were calm. Except for the halo of the dead above his head, he was no different from ordinary people.

"I see, you can leave!"

"Master Pork Ribs Rice, don't you need me to help you by your side?"

Pork Ribs Fan stared at the palace in the distance. The wind that came from nowhere rolled up the corners of his white clothes, and the qi in his body tumbled and rose like a raging ocean wave, rushing out of his body, repelling everything around him.

The ground is shaking.

The wind is howling.

The night is torn apart.

The Galaxy Patrol was pushed away dozens of meters by this aura, shocked and excited.

With this underworld martial artist, he will definitely be able to defeat Kurd and avenge the Lord Galaxy King!

"I can feel his strength." Pork Ribs Fan turned his head slightly and said to the Galaxy Patrol: "It's strong, but not enough. I don't want to fight in the city, and many people will die."

After speaking, he proudly rushed to the sky.

Unbridled release of its own breath.

The flame-like aura formed a huge illuminating body, even the starry sky was eclipsed by it.

In the city, the lights come on little by little, one by one.

"Come on, if you are the master of this empire, do what you deserve!"

Pork Ribs Rice whispers with anticipation.

In the center of the empire, a powerful force was detected. This incalculable combat force caused the staff to fall into chaos.

in the palace.

The emperor woke up from his sleep, he flapped his tail, his expression solemn and angry.

"How dare you challenge me!"

The enraged emperor, wrapped in an unparalleled powerful aura, smashed through the palace, shone like Halley's Comet in the dark night sky, and sprinted towards the challenger who released his breath.

The two powerful forces directly shattered the combat power measuring device in the center of the empire.

Pork Ribs Fan showed a satisfied smile, and with a twist of his waist, his majestic strength suddenly erupted, like the roar of a fighter plane, and with the sound of ear-sounding crackling in the air, it flew towards the desolate field.

The two rays of light vying for glory, engaged in a chasing battle.

Like the holy sword of panic, it splits the night sky, and two long waves chase back and forth, and the majestic force tears the dark clouds apart.

"That's it, Kurd!"

The fighting spirit ignited in Pork Rib Rice's heart.

He suddenly stopped in the night sky, waiting for the arrival of his opponent.

Another ray of light came with a majestic momentum. The emperor stayed on the opposite side, maintaining a moderate relative distance of 100 meters. His eyes were filled with icy killing intent, and his thick tail slapped the air.

"You are very strong."

Kurd finally spoke, and in the short chase, he had already figured out the strength of his opponent.

is an opponent that has never existed before.

When he saw the light above his head, Kurd finally understood.

"Yes, I am strong!"

Pork Ribs Fan spread out his hands and calmly responded to the emperor's caution: "I can feel the power hidden in your body, you haven't fully released it yet, I can wait for you."

"Don't underestimate me, you bastard!"

Kurd raised one hand, and a purple light pierced from his fingers, piercing the air in panic. The extreme high temperature instantly scorched the pierce, the heat soared, and appeared in front of the pork ribs in an instant.

Huh!

The ray passed through the afterimage of the pork ribs left in place, and cut a stone pillar hundreds of meters in the middle.

"Use your true power!"

Pork Ribs Rice approached Kurd back-to-back, raised his left hand lightly, took the emperor's terrified reflexive kick, raised it as if treating the opponent as a bat, and threw it into the distance.

PS: Thanks to the blade of the dream chaser, and thanks to Lao Tzu for being Ou Huang’s spicy noodles

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Chapter 329 Chapter 85 Regent Frieza

"So strong!"

Kurd just felt that he was thrown out by Peiran's giant force, the scenery beside him became blurred lines, and the wind whistled towards him.

It took him dozens of seconds to buffer out this energy.

Kurd rolled in the air and stopped suddenly in mid-air. He turned his head to look at the underworld martial artist, and found that the other party was still staying in the same place.

The distance between the two is more than 10,000 meters!

10,000 meters apart, you can see the light-colored arc at the end of the horizon, which is the symbol of the planet.

10,000 meters apart, I can see the calmness in the expression of pork ribs rice.

This calm made Kurd start to get angry and start to tremble.

The violent fluctuations grew with the turbulent qi, the seal on the body was lifted, and the surging power filled the limbs and bones, as well as the brain.

"I am the emperor of the universe!"

The furious king stepped forward, and the huge force stepped on the ripples in the space, cracked the air into condensed cannonballs, tore everything around him, and formed a gushing wind blade.

Frozen demons have multiple transformations.

Frieza has completely mastered the transformation of the final form, but Kurd has always stayed in the transformation state of the second form.

This is because his power in his current state is no longer weaker than Frieza's final form.

It's because he can't master the power of his final form!

"Are you finally going to use all your strength?" Pork Ribs Fan stretched out his arm to block the oncoming wind pressure, his expression finally became excited.

He doesn't care about the interstellar war in the human world.

He just wants to practice martial arts and fight against the strong!

But in the underworld, there hasn't been an opponent who qualified him to use all his strength for a long time!

"That's it, that's it!"

Pork Ribs Fan clenched his fists tightly, bursting out an aura no less than the Kurdish liberation force. Two rays of light ripped apart the night, like two little suns rising in the distance, and the power leaked out, forming a violent tornado.

Shred the clouds, smash the rocks, shake the earth.

"Give me death!"

Kurd appeared in front of Pork Ribs Fan as if torn through space. His fist smashed through the air and bombarded the martial artist's chin.

The martial artist opened his mouth and spat out light-colored blood flowers, raised his head and crossed a beautiful parabola, rushing high into the sky.

But the emperor is faster.

His figure dragged out the afterimage, flashed towards the sky, and appeared in front of Pork Ribs Fan, his terribly strong arms clenched into fists, and stored energy in his waist, his legs were slightly pressed, and his spine trembled violently.

All the power, through the spine, is transmitted to the arms.

At this moment, the muscles swelled threefold.

"Hundred Split Impact Fist!"

Kurd was like a ferocious beast, violently exuding a breath that made the sky change, and a sinister smile escaped from the corner of his mouth.

Fist, like dense raindrops, bombarded the pork ribs.

At this moment, the mighty force that was enough to shatter the island, continuously impacted the underworld martial artist. Kurd swayed his power recklessly and threw 10,000 punches in one thousandth of a second.

This is the true strength of a cosmos-level powerhouse!

Without energy, just strength is enough to split mountains and seas.

Boom!

The pork ribs hit the ground like a meteorite.

The stone pillars dozens of meters high were destroyed by the aftermath, and the solid ground was pulled out of the ravines of thousands of meters, as if a giant axe chopped a deep canyon in the ground.

"Your father won."

Daji looked up at the high-spirited emperor in the night sky, her eyes full of admiration.

It is this kind of power, this kind of domineering.

This is the king I see!

Frieza, who was restrained, was also observing the battle. He was shocked by the hidden power of his father, but when he looked at the ground canyon, his eyes became even more solemn.

"Father can't win."

Daji was stunned.

Frieza said: "Father's strength is very strong, but the enemy is not serious at all. For him, this battle is not even a warm-up!"

As if to set off Frieza's words.

The canyon shook, the large stone walls shook down, and the dazzling white light, like the morning sun, pierced through the cracks.