Her head was combed neatly slightly curved and curled black hair, scattered and unruly wild, and the handsome middle-aged Western-style face with an evil smile, slightly maintained and obvious beard stubble wrapped around her chin, adding to the mature charm of an old man. She was wearing only a white T-** on her upper body, and through her exposed arms, she could see the bulging and shiny muscles.

No matter how you look at it, you are a super handsome guy who lives under the spotlight and has the style of a Hollywood star.

If you don't look at the spots of blood stains on his body, and...

The metal hook claws protruding forward about two feet above the back of the arm to the back of the hand, and the cold light flashed.

This typical European-style man dressed in modern fashion is obviously surrounded by a group of primitive men wearing only yellow shorts and holding spears, but looking at the opponents around him who were terrified and frightened, he looked more like a wild lone wolf, looking down on the poor prey surrounding him, trying to have a feast for his taste.

He suddenly showed his white teeth and smiled brightly. Although his mouth was wrong, for some reason, the men of these tribes clearly understood what he meant as if they heard their mother tongue: "You are not my opponents, why should you resist so pitifully and waste my precious time?"

The response to him was a dark and strong primitive man who was stimulated by this contempt. He held the wooden spear as thick as a bowl and slapped down hard. The air whined and screamed, pouring a blow of power that was almost the limit of the human body, and thrust towards him.

The man who was incompatible with the environment frowned, and his thick arms turned sharply like a spirit snake. He turned and turned forward. After the cold light rotated, a light sound came out. The spear, which was comparable to steel, was directly shortened several times and hit the ground with a clang. Then the burly man who dared to resist, weighed more than 80 kilograms and was 1.8 meters tall, his feet were floating in the air, his face turned red, but his neck was firmly locked by the sharp and cold-fingered iron claws.

"Tsk... it's so annoying." The Western man looked at the prey in his hands in disgust, almost suffocating to death, and also stared at him with bloodshot eyes. His hands and feet were beaten and kicked, but he could only make a bang like a smashing steel, and only spread a little dust on his white shirt.

This stubbornness of resistance angered the man, his face was cold, and he sneered. The other empty claws probed like a poisonous dragon, tugging the other person's shoulders like lightning, twisting and pulling back, and the solid arm made a crunching and crisp sound, which was directly twisted to a reversal of nearly 180 degrees. The poor man's face was extremely twisted, but his throat was pressed down and he couldn't even scream.

Then he suddenly soared into the air and was thrown back by a huge force. After a distance of more than ten meters, he fell to the flat ground, splashing dust all over the ground. He struggled to straighten up with his only remaining arm, and was patted by someone behind him. Then the broken arm felt a warm and comfortable feeling, and the pain relieved most of the time. He turned his head, but the face of a young boy was stunned for a moment, and then he purred and spitted blood foam, trying to ask:

"Yu?"

"Well, it's me, don't move around, you're seriously injured..." Luo Yu said as he slowly radiated brilliant ripples in his hand, twisted his twisted joints, trying to repair the cracked inner bone, but his head was raised, frowned and looked at the Western man who knocked his opponent away like a native chicken and a dog in a blink of an eye, leisurely and contented.

"Who is that guy? Did you mess with him like that?"

This seriously injured Shang man was Jie, who had been in contact with Luo Yu for a while. This man who was lucky enough to remember by Luo Yu because he had the same name as a tyrant. He replied hoarsely and hatefully:

"These days, we have barely resisted the invasion of the Yamato devils with the help of the arrow tower you built these days. Just today, even the arrow tower was destroyed and we all thought we could not hold on. This man came out of nowhere and easily killed the invulnerable devils. Then their bodies disappeared. We thought it was the warrior sent by God to help us, but we didn't expect that his purpose was our "holy well"!"

"Yawa Devil? Invulnerable to swords and guns?" Luo Yu keenly grabbed these two keywords and followed the man's trembling fingers and found that the tall and tattered black arrow tower was covered with gaps, almost collapsed. There were corpses of several monsters standing up. From a distance, it was a typical dragon-headed human body, dragging a long snake-like tail, and blood-red scales were inserted all over the body. Luo Yu looked familiar. After thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered: This kind of monster is exactly the same as the "half-dragon man" produced in the Black Stone Tower in the online game "World of Warcraft" that he once played!

"The corpse disappeared? I'm afraid it turned into a 'information value'!" Luo Yu looked at the familiar shape with great power and looked solemn, "Is it because 'mercury' leaked the coordinates, but she doesn't have this thing... Is it just a coincidence of the same time and space disorder?"

In just a few minutes, the more than twenty Shang warriors with physical fitness comparable to those of top special forces and more will fell to the ground and cried in pain. What's strange is that although this man was angry, he seemed to be jealous of something and did not make a real killer. He just broke his limbs and threw these resisters down, and then he smiled comfortably. He was stunned. These tall and primitive warriors all fell down, and Luo Yu, who had originally squatted, suddenly became as if he was standing tall and squatting.

Looking at this primitive and wild place, the modern boy who appeared in his dress, the man was surprised first, then looked at Luo Yu touching his nose, and after his awkwardly friendly attitude, his face became extremely strange, his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but cover his face. Finally, he couldn't help but laugh wildly. The cheerful expression almost burst into tears, and then pointed at Luo Yu, his fingers trembled, and said with breath:

"Haha... I treat me very seriously... Haha, I was just secretly hunting to see if there are any bits and pieces. This broken little world can actually produce the core props of the legion, and even let me meet new people... new people with connection coordinates!"

"Ha..." His originally hard and determined face was distorted like a clown, laughing wildly: "With the strategic core of the legion and the coordinates of this world, those fools worked hard to make predictions and kill gods, consumed 100,000 yuan of information to open up barriers, worked hard to work hard, in the end, I still got the biggest advantage?"

"When I get your coordinates and completely integrate into this world, I am afraid that killing will cause the repulsion of plane consciousness, directly kill all creatures in this world, collect all hidden treasures, and even force them to believe in me. At that time, I can also become..."

"god!"

"For my future." He covered his smile and walked over crookedly, showing a hideous smile at Luo Yu who was still.

"Friend, please die!"

His slender and straight legs were suddenly exerted, like lightning, and his feet were shaking rapidly, swaying and shaking, and made a dull sound on the ground, rolling up two long dragon-like fogs. Luo Yu looked at the tall figure who was attacking like a wolf, tilted his head, and asked lazily as if he accepted his fate:

"I'm more curious than these inexplicable things, I'm more curious about how you make yourself as handsome as 'Hugh Jackman'. You know, I'm his fans!"

"Go to hell and ask!" A roar suddenly sounded, and a strong wind blew, and a silver light flashed rapidly. Five cold metal steel claws cut through the air and suddenly grabbed Luo Yu's head.

The man dressed like the protagonist of "Wolverine. Prequel", with a vicious and cheerful smile, was about to tear the fragile human head down, suddenly his ears moved slightly and his wolf's nose suffocated. However, it was an emergency. The "wolf instinct" inherited the protagonist Logan activated, and his eyebrows were cold, as if his body was suddenly soaked in an ice cave, but he smelled a fragrant fragrance in an instant.

Is this...Daughter smells good?

Such a surprising thought flashed through his mind, but his body instinctively twisted. The rough Western man, in the posture of a classic Eastern martial art - Tiebanqiao, almost avoided the silver lightning that suddenly appeared from the air. The white sword exposed in the air immediately rotated and scraped down. Although the man who was suddenly attacked was still shocked, his steps were slanted, and his legs were shaking rapidly with the action of swelling Newton's old face. His whole body flew backward at 60 degrees, making a harsh sound like a snake parade, leaving two clear and slender sand marks.

A tall and beautiful girl stood in front of Luo Yu with a sword, staring at her, but the next moment she showed a look of surprise and disgust. Her red lips buzzed and she complained softly, "Why do you always encounter such monsters?"

The "Wolverine" who was resigning sharply stood upright and looked down. She was cut open with a sword on her chest. She could almost see the terrifying wounds of the pink internal organs, which were squirming and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was completely restored in a blink of an eye, leaving only a broken crack in the white shirt.

(PS:

As expected, I wrote it in a bad way. Sanjiang has increased by less than 600 so far. Is it because Xiaoxiong never asks for votes? Well, with the hope of being inadvertent, please collect, recommend, Sanjiang tickets, and I am very grateful.
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