At this time, a man came out of the circle of abode of fairies and immortals on the top floor of the arena. His short blond hair was as dazzling as the sun, and his body was engraved with complicated ancient patterns, and his waist was equipped with a dagger that shone like fire. His figure was not strong but he was imposing.
The mask is really not as dazzling as the only thing in the world.
After he appeared, the spirits in the lower level also appeared instantaneous stiffness, which was from the higher handle coercion, even after they wore masks, they would be affected to some extent.
Lancelot couldn’t help sighing and exclaiming when he saw this man, even though he had a heart. "I didn’t expect this man with a high mask …"
He didn’t finish his words, but he wanted to say that this man is indeed more worthy of the top mask than he is, rather, he has always been a myth.
He doesn’t know what the future generations are like. Arthur pulls out the sword in the stone, and what their story is, but the man at the top is the oldest heroic epic in the world known in his time.
That’s a stranger than Arthur … Really!
He thought that even if the spirits came out here, Fanai, a monster boy, could not beat the speed and strength because the other side seemed to be a perfect soldier.
No matter how fancy you are, the speed of your speech is all in vain, and the absolute power of a teenager will destroy his opponent in an instant when the sword meets the sword
But he’s not sure now. He didn’t expect that there is still the strongest mask owner here. People wearing this mask can rival the first generation and surpass it!
And this man is probably one of the scariest people after wearing a mask.
It was only a few seconds before the spirits were attracted by the movement in the sky, and then they looked down at the central part of the square arena, which made them wary.
At this time, Lancelot was amazed to feel that the temperature around him seemed to rise. He looked at the young man a few meters away, and the other person was simply emitting heat like a heater.
The teenager’s whole body muscles swelled and swelled to an incredible level, and all his clothes were broken and shattered, leaving the dark blue armor wrapped.
Black scales cling to teenagers and breed extremely violent bodies until they cover each other’s masculine and handsome faces and finally remain cold and ferocious.
The color of red gold vapor gradually changed, and the eyes of Zhonghua pure red boy were also stained with blood.
"Hoo-"
A large amount of red steam emanates from a teenager’s mouth like a high-power steam engine. When the gas exhales, the pressure is very high like a whistle!
The teenager looked up at nearly 200 heroes of all ages and grinned with white teeth.
Chapter three hundred and thirty-seven forgotten one rendezvous
Lancelot’s mood rises and falls like a mountain horse today.
A few seconds ago, he admitted that the boy who didn’t tell him his name today was afraid to be surrounded and killed today. The man standing at the top is probably the strongest hybrid in history!
Even in his time, he heard too many people say that it was a heroic epic of the world and was praised by bard.
He is the fifth monarch of Banda uruk, Lougarre. He means that the demigod may be a pure blood dragon hybrid. The first generation of hybrids said that the Chinese hero king-forgotten one!
But now he doesn’t know what to judge. The attitude of the teenagers around him is constantly changing. Now it doesn’t look like a person, but a monster in dragon armor.
He was the top half-breed of Britain’s strongest knight at that time, but at this time, the young man’s murder and target locking felt a thrill from his soul even if he didn’t let him go
When the other side fights with themselves … it’s for fun.
The spirits can no longer focus on the sky. Their mission conflicts with their direct sense of danger. They look down on the teenagers in the field, but they feel that they are the ones who are looked down on.
The organ sound was covered, which was even grander. The ancient Orson Yan sound was sung by nearly 200 heroes!
Blood-sucking sickle
Speak in a spirit, Wang Tong.
Speak with spirit.