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Rosie looked at the body of Fengshen, the mask that fell on the ground.

At this point, the bandage wrapped around him broke open and the hidden body inside was completely exposed to Luo's eyes.

However, what is exposed is not the skin that humans should have, but a white fur.

It doesn't look messy at all, but it is quite supple, but it is very dense with a white fur.

"Isn't it the human body?"

In the whisper of Luo Wei, the mask Fengshen jumped and jumped up extremely flexibly and stood up again.

Looking at the bandage that opened and the exposed fur, the mask Fengshen was silent for half a time. After half a ring, it was the first time since the appearance of the mouth.

"It seems that there is no need to hide it."

Speaking of such a sentence, the mask Fengshen directly smashed the broken bandage on his body and took off his mask.

The face under the mask is of course not a human face.

It was the face of a sharp-nosed monkey.

A white body hair, about 180 centimeters tall, is similar to the shape of Qitian Dasheng. The **** of the red waistcloth is in the eyes of Luo.

However, unlike the expression of Qi Tian Da Sheng's inferior and victorious expression, the expression of the **** is very old, and even the faint kind of knowledge is very intellectual, very intelligent.

"The sorrow of the white body hair..." Luo Yan's eyes flickered and seemed to finally understand something.

Among all kinds of myths, the aunts with white body hair can still find out a lot.

However, the medium in which the brave gods followed by the gods used to contain the weapons given by the gods of the heavens is Manchalo.

Said before. Manchalo is a Toyo magical array of thousands of statues of gods in geometry.

Tracing back to its origins, the origin of the Mancharo square can be traced back to India, which is a doctrine advocated by Hindu gods.

In other words. The brave man who takes the armor of the gods of the heavens in the square of Manchalo is most likely a **** in Indian mythology.

In Indian mythology, when it comes to the **** of white body hair and the ability to manipulate the wind, the only one who thinks of it is the one.

Although Luo Wei is extremely lacking in self-consciousness of personal behavior. It is not a fool.

After living for more than two hundred years, Luo Wei can't say that he knows all kinds of mythological systems well, but at least he can be called erudite.

When I think of the sacred **** in front of me, it is very likely to be a famous monkey in Indian mythology, and the brave man who followed the other is still the **** of annihilating the devil, and Luo Wei is surprised.

"It turns out that it is the true identity of the brave?"

"Guess the real name of my master?" The white scorpion slowly clenched his fist and stared at Luo.

"No way, then you can't let you get out of here."

The words fell, and the violent whirlwind of the whole body of the gods.

"Although the annihilation of the devil is the duty of my lord, but I am a subordinate. On behalf of the implementation, it should not be too much?"

"Want to leave me here?" Luo Xiaoran smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"You are indeed a famous big hero, but if you want to leave Luo Cuilian, there should be a limit to the whispering slang. If you follow, the Lord you will be defeated in the hands of my husband. In this case, a little shrimp and crab will be the husband. I can remove the diverticulum. So as not to blame the name of the husband!"

After that, Luo Yi’s coat-like robes began to oscillate, and the magical storm swelled from his body and instantly swept away.

"I am facing the **** of the wind. Actually, I use the wind to meet?"

"It's stupid!"

"District animals, dare to question Luo Cuilian's ability?" Luo Wei's body has risen an amazing curse.

"Very good, let me engrave the unparalleled martial arts king of the world into your soul, and go to **** to confess!"

The whirlwind to the extreme whirlwind rushed from the body of Luo and the gods, and opened the ground and disturbed the atmosphere. With the whistling sound of the whistling wind, it rang through the whole world.

Then, the two raging storms that were enough to tear the earth were like rioting tsunami, and the impact was on each other.

The outcome is lost in a few seconds.

......

When Rosie and the white gods were in full swing, on the other hand, Yarek’s situation was quite wolf.

"Boom!"

Along with a roaring sound, the ground blew open, and it set off a thick dust, and it stirred up a strong impact, carrying a piece of gravel, and it shook it in all directions.

Yareke, which was covered by electric sparks, was like a huge wave. It was extremely embarrassing to roll out from a thick dust storm and rolled on the ground several times before it stabilized its shape. .

"laugh!"

At this time, in the dense dust in front, a black shadow suddenly burst out, and in the sharp sound of the air, an instant appeared in front of Yarek.

Then, it is a knight riding on a white horse, Lancelot.

Lancelot, who was riding on the horse, raised the scaly gun in his hand, his arm slammed, and the rifle went against the spur of Arek.

Look at the momentum, if it is stabbed, then even if Yareke is big, he will fall to the same level as yesterday, and his body is opened with a big blood hole.

Looking at the sharply magnified gunpoint, Yareke liberated the power of the electro-optic stone fire, causing the electric spark to rise in the body, and the figure was turned into a lightning, and the strange trembled.

"Hey!"

As the sound of a tear rang, the spurs of the long shots pierced the chest of Yarek.

However, Lancelot's figure is suddenly stagnation.

Because this gun, not only did not have the feeling of stabbing, was penetrated by the body of Arek's body, the expected blood did not spurt out, but instead let the pistol penetrate directly out like this, like Like the air in the thorn, it emerged from the back of Yarek.

"Well?" Lancelot noticed the difference.

"The afterimage?"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of Arek, who was pierced through the chest, was a distortion that disappeared.

Liberating the power of speed, Yarek can even make the afterimage.

In this regard, Lancelot was only amazed, followed by a sudden rifle in his hand, a gun body, the tail of the gun is like a wind wheel, fiercely facing the space next to Lancelot .

"Hey!"

The body of the gun with a powerful force made a slamming sound.

A figure without a precursor appeared flashing out of Lancelot, and the mammoth gun body flew out directly.

"Well…"

Yareke couldn't help but make a snoring sound, carrying a whole body electric spark, and finally stabilized his figure and landed on the ground.

As soon as he fell on the ground, Arek immediately kneeled down on one knee, licking his chest, coughing a few times, and some depressed.

"Sure enough, for me who is good at using the speed of power, can the knight who can see the speed is the biggest nemesis?"

That's what it is, but Yarek still struggles to get up.

Lancelot, who was riding on a white horse, turned his head and looked at the tough Arek, who stood up in a condescending manner, seemingly happy.

"Your speed is really good, and it is also very good, but unfortunately, if it is fast, it can't beat me."

"I think so too." Yarek did not seem to see his wolverine, and said very calmly.

"So, I will play some small tricks."

After that, Yareke burst into a very embarrassing electric light, and his body was trembled.

Immediately, in the surprised eyes of Lancelot, two identical figures with the appearance of Arek were split from them.

"This is..." Lancelot was a little surprised.

In this case, Yarek, divided into three, said in unison.

"My power is not just a world that can enter the speed of the world. It is like having to turn yourself into a lightning, to eliminate the breath, to hide the side effects, and even to create a avatar, like this."

As soon as the voice fell, the three Yariks, all without any difference, were all turned into lightning, divided into three directions, and suddenly shot in the direction of Lancelot.

Looking at the three lightnings coming from the fire, Lancelot's brow wrinkled. (To be continued.)