Strongest Super God Berserk System

Pseudo Supreme is very strong!

If the pseudo-Supreme suddenly shot at his Han Yun, Han Yun could really hurt and so on, but now he knows that the Crown Prince wants to beat him, I am afraid it is not so easy!

“Han Yun…”

The Crown Prince looks at Han Yun coldly, a pair of cold, sparkling rays of light.

In the heart of the Magic Crown Prince.

The biggest wish is to kill Han Yun, Han Yun let him, become what it is now, he now has the power of terrifying, but…

“Han Yun, I will kill you, use your magic fire to calcine your Divine Soul for countless years, and provoke me the Crown Prince, I will make you better than death!”

In the heart of the magic Crown Prince, killing intent thousands.

But Han Yun, but only a faint look at the magic Crown Prince, did not seem to find anything unusual, smiled and walked towards his seat.

“Brother Han, are you sure?”

The Dark Lord stood beside Han Yun and couldn’t help but ask.

“hehe 嘿…has there been a reward for winning?”

Seeing the worried look of the Dark Lord, Han Yun couldn’t help but scream, and asked him in the ear of the Dark Lord.

“hate……!”

The black devil screamed, and the ruddy little face was even more enticing.

Next, came a path of killing eyes!

The Dark Lord is in Demon Race, that is number one beauty. It can be said that no one in the entire Demon Race has an admiration for the Dark Lord.

But who would have thought of it.

Demon Race’s number one beauty is now arched by a foreign discipline!

“Boss, this Demon Race is really powerful. I didn’t expect these Elder hands to hide so many powerhouses!”

Blood Demon stands behind Han Yun, said solemnly.

More than 20 pseudo-Supreme, this is even Blood Demon, and some trembling in fear, his battle strength is strong, but still not confident enough to be able to take the battle of twenty degrees!

“powerful?”

Han Yun slightly smiled, Blood Demon hasn’t felt the many fake Supreme hidden under the platform, otherwise Blood Demon will not stay behind Han Yun so much now, fifty pseudo-Supreme, this is Blood Demon, also Can only escape from the wild!

“Young Master Han, this is the inflammation of my second Elder lineage, the Master of the Fire!”

Two Elder will introduce an old man behind him to Han Yun!

“Han Yun has seen Yan Venerable!”

Han Yun slightly arched, this inflammatory Venerable, is a pseudo Supreme middle stage powerhouse, and a stronger realm than the two Elder.

“Young Master Han is really innate talent!”

In the eyes of Venerable, the light flashed and the road was laughed.

“Inflammatory Venerable Awards!”

Han Yun slightly smiled, a little inflammation Venerable, also want to explore his bottom?

It’s a joke!

“Young Master Han, this is my four Elder lineage’s gas Venerable!”

“Young Master Han, this is my six Elder lineage’s absolutely Venable!”

……

The four Elders introduced the powerhouse behind them to Han Yun. After a few people’s eyes swept over Han Yun, the eyes that were originally scorned suddenly became dignified. The attitude toward Han Yun was also quite good. !

“What’s special, it’s really hard to cater to a group of old fellows!”

Han Yun lay in the chair and only felt a dizzy feeling.

have a rest.

The qualifying battle finally began. In the middle of the platform, a higher platform appeared. Only twenty-six pseudo-Supreme shots were made, and countless rune rules were exerted. The terrifying array was formed in Void, and the platform was firmly fixed. !

“There are more than 20 pseudo-Supreme shots, even if it is a pseudo-Supreme battle, it will definitely not hurt the Demon Race disciple. This is really wonderful!”

Han Yun gave a little nodded.

Today’s qualifying battle is not yesterday’s Battle Platform. On the Battle Platform, there is basically no powerhouse shopping above the 6th Layer, but today’s qualifying battle is not the 6th Layer of the gods. Finally, it is very likely. It becomes the shopping of the eight-powerhouse!

“Everyone, today is the day of my Demon Race’s choice of the Lord. According to the customary, my Demon Race has fifteen guards disciples. Now the qualifying battle is very simple. The draw is one-on-one until the election. The new devil is coming!”

“Now I announced that the qualifying war started!”

“hua hua 哗…”

As the voice of Great Elder fell, a path of cheers came, and the whole magic city suddenly boiled.

The qualifying war is about to begin!

“Now there are fifteen platform disciple!”

Great Elder shouted, Han Yun and other fifteen people, jumped on the platform, above the platform, there are a bunch of small balls, these balls are covered by the force of the law, strength of Divine Soul, can not invade among them.

“You fifteen people each choose a small ball, there are numbers in the ball, the same number is used for the Battle Platform, the loser is eliminated, the winner continues to rank, and the zero-disciplinary disciples can enter the 2nd round!”

The voice of Great Elder sounded in the ears of fifteen people.

“I will come first!”

Great Elder bell barely fell, the bloodthirsty demons go straight forward and take a small ball.

Crush the ball.

A golden three word appears in Void.

“Who is the number three, come out accept death!”

In the eyes of the bloodthirsty god, the cold qi is skyrocketing, rolling imposing manner, incomparable terrifying.

“I am the number one!”

“I am the seventh!”

“I am also the seventh!”

……

On the platform, a path of golden light rises and looks at a group of people in front of him, Han Yun gently rubs the ball in his hand.

Then gently crush it.

“zero!”

A big round egg appears in Void.

“Wow… Young Master Han, since I took the number of the wheel, I decided to enter the 2nd round directly!”

“Young Master Han is so lucky!”

……

Seeing Void’s numbers, the magic lineage’s discipline, each and everyone screamed.

Han Yun, drawn zero!

According to the rules, Han Yun is in the air!

Go directly to the 2nd wheel!

“ga ga 嘎 …… I’m really lucky!”

Han Yun grinned, but the corner of his mouth evoked a smirk. The power of this law is impossible for others to invade, but for Han Yun’s system, it is a chicken rib. As long as Han Yun is willing, Han Yun wants to draw. What numbers are ok!

“Han Yun, you are lucky…”

The magic Crown Prince looked at Han Yun with a cold eye and turned and disappeared.

“Is it strange that the Third Elder lineage didn’t send the sword to the war? The sword is also the Martial Artist of the 7th layer of the gods. How to change it to the Crown Prince…”

Han Yun eyebrows slightly frowned.

“Is this brat still doing sports, this spring is under the transformation of the system, formidable power should not let him down!”

Han Yun pouted in the direction of Third Elder.

Plot against him Han Yun, he Han Yun does not mind, play with the Third Elder lineage!

“The devil’s lineage is actually empty, this brat is so lucky!”

“How good luck is, this time the wheel is empty, can you still be in the air forever? I think this next round of brat will definitely be run by my Demon Race’s discipline!”

“This brat is dead…”

……

Under the platform, a path of arguments sounded, the crowd, envious, jealous, hopeful, and some murderous aura.