Legend of the Asura

A screaming cry came to the wind and the ears, there was no trace of regret or pity on the face, but a smile of sensation.

You have the opportunity to fight for your father's wind, and you have succeeded... I didn't have it that year.

I envy you... and you, Huang Quan should also thank me.

The wind did not leave immediately, but on the smooth wall, the speed of the sword god, has already called him many times.

Even if he was deliberately provocative, he never refused. This is a kind of self-confidence and a kind of pride.

When he reached the top of the building, Tsing Yi Zijian was already waiting for him.

"Twenty years, except for that person, you are the only person I admire, and so young. Unfortunately, you touched the bottom line of the country." Ye Huangtian sighed, too few people could force him to shoot. And he is one.

The wind is not answering, the flying feather blade is pointed, faintly said: "I am not your opponent, but I am still here... know my purpose?"

Ye Huangtian does not speak.

When he first played against him, he easily locked him up with a gas machine and almost pressed it to collapse, but this time, he is now unable to do it himself.

"Repaying debts!" ​​The cold sound just fell, and the black shadow stabbed the red light.

"How fast!"

On a tall building three hundred meters away, a middle-aged man in red with a telescope couldn't help but admire.

"But if it is limited to this, Ye brother should be able to easily kill him."

Xiao Ying shook his head. "You are too young to look at him. Can someone who can let Ye Xiong personally shoot it, is it only this level? He can avoid the people I attack."

In the eyes of the red man, the light of the fire flashed, and he stared at the battle in front of him, lest he missed a trace.

Ye Huangtian did not have any movements in his body, as if he had not reacted. The wind in the sprint suddenly felt a huge force pressed against him, and the chest was unable to breathe. The eyebrows suddenly stood up, the chaos of the air rushed out, the degree was not slow, the red light 狠狠Sting to Ye Huangtian's arm.

The face of the sword **** moved slightly, and the body quickly retreated with the fastest speed. At the same time, the Ziyang sword in the hand finally moved.

"Ye brother's momentum not only did not suppress the other side, but was forced to retreat, no..." The red man's brow wrinkled.

"The other party is too fast. If you don't step back, even Ye Xiong has no chance to get a sword. The world is martial arts, but it is not broken. This is true. If you talk about internal forces, he is not as good as Ye Xiong, but wherever he is sanctified, But he has the strength to fight against the sword god." Xiao Ying sighed, he has been worried about the last failure.

"Xiao brother, if you use your stunt, do you think he can hide?" said the red man.

Xiao Ying was slightly embarrassed, and said silently: "Maybe, he can... In my opinion, he has at least 20% of his grasp to escape."

"What?" The telescope in the hands of the red man almost fell. He just said casually, but did not expect to get this answer.

"Your stunt-recognized even the gods can't escape. Is it really possible that he can avoid it?" Although only 20%, it is enough to surprise him whenever possible. Because even the invincible sword **** faces the sacred god's stunt, it can only be shaken with the whole body's infuriating body in the case of preparation, and it is impossible to escape.

Thinking of the incredible return of his last time when he avoided his bullet, Xiao Ying nodded solemnly: "I can guarantee 100% hitting him, but to hit the key that has been targeted, can't grasp 80%. If he is prepared Even less than 50%. He seems to have the ability to be innately in danger and the nerves of terror to the extreme."

The red man’s expression is more dignified and more exciting. The long, red blood began to boil slowly.

If the sword **** does not shoot, then a shot will be shocked. The purple sword in the hand is like a raindrop, and there are hundreds of swords in the breath, sealing off all the angles of advancement. At the same time, countless purple light and shadows fluttered out of the air, fluttering like lightning, covering his body.

At that time, Ye Huangtian was one of the top ten masters of Dongpu, and Ziyang came out. The purple swords of the sky were dazzling, and none of the top ten masters could be close to his body within three meters. Instead, he was permeated by the dense wind and drizzle. Sword gas left countless wounds in an instant.

Although it has been 13 years in the past, the last five of the top ten masters of Dongpu remembered that the war in that year was still a trepidation. Everyone knows that they have lost ten people in the hands of the Chinese sword god, but no one can imagine how fast the battle is over. Only one stroke... The moment the sword **** Ziyang sword waved, three deaths and two injuries, and they did not even touch the swordsman’s clothes.

They are scared. They have traveled to the Chinese ancient martial arts martial arts several times. Since the battle of thirteen years ago, they have never dared to go through the Chinese half-step.

The bitterness of the sword makes the wind and the face cut like a knife. The sword of the sword **** is far faster than his own body. Unless someone can follow the degree of his sword, there is absolutely no possibility of dodging and parry.

The wind is a person who can barely follow the degree of his sword, not the degree of the eyes, so he can not see the trajectory of the sword; not the degree of the hand, so he can not parry; but the degree of the body, so He can escape.

The sword-sword of the sword **** was all hit in the empty space, and the wind was already standing five meters away. The big mouth was panting, and then his body burst out without warning, and the degree was unreserved. The sword **** is hard.

Ye Huangtian’s slight glimpse, Ziyang sword swayed a breeze, seemingly silent, but the oncoming winds clearly felt a stormy sword, and he was like a wave. Overturn the bad boat.

In the face of the storm that is about to sweep from the front, there is no fear in the face of the wind, the flying feather blade in the hand turns into a red light, spurting out, and the force of chaos instantly turns the space in front of the body, making itself The body reflected back very quickly.

Seeing the red awns that were shot at myself, the face of the sword **** did not change, and the body did not have the slightest evasive action. The purple yang sword in the hand was lightly placed, and it was accurately attached to the flying red blade, with a strong internal force. Put the flying feather blade firmly on the sword.

While sucking the flying feather blade, the sharp sound of breaking the air came from the front of Ye Huangtian. At the moment after the winds turned back, the residual force of chaos surged, once again reversing the space in front of him, letting his body reversibly turn to the sword **** again.

The sword **** was slightly shocked and had already returned to the sword, but it was only slightly surprised. Because of the weak internal force of the other party, it is impossible to cause damage to his body without using the weapon of the gods.

But he is wrong.

A black, creepy light sticks out of the sleek black sleeves and draws a deep visible bone scar on his arm.

The telescope in the hands of the red man fell to the ground, and the swaying head of the roots shone with a strange spark; "Sword God, injured..."

"Yeah... This is the first time he has been injured since he was a teacher. Even if he faced the top ten masters of Dongpu, he was not cut through the half-length."

"Chen brother, now he has the qualification to let you shoot?" Xiao Ying looked at him, his eyes flashed dignified.

Fire God Chen Yan.

Chen Yan's body surface ignited a purple flame, and the surrounding temperature instantly rose to a height of fear. It was as strong as Xiao Ying and quickly left 10 meters to prevent burns.

"The more you play, the more you see how close you are to the flames that burned me." The fire of Chen Yan, the ground beneath his feet began to melt slowly - the strange thing is that his clothes have no trace of burning. .

Ye Huangtian’s eyes are completely out of focus, and the left hand slowly hangs down. The blood of the wound rushes outward with incredible degrees. Even with his vast internal force, he can only slightly slow down the bleeding.

"The cursed sword of the evil spirit has an instinctive madness to the blood. Once the wound is left, it will become addicted to dryness. The gods can't do it, they can only be killed by themselves - the top ten soldiers of China The second-ranked evil blade Scorpio!--The soul of the sword saint is who you are." Ye Huangtian's left arm seems to have no consciousness, his eyes slowly moved to the black short blade in his hand.

"It's a father!" The windy body is crumbling, and his little chaotic power is almost completely short, only on the feet, leaving a trace of escape.

"It turned out to be the son of the old man. It is no wonder that you would hate the Southern Family Alliance so much."

"The uncle's hatred, don't wear the sky!"

Ye Huangtian sighed and tried to stop the feeling of being mad at his left arm. "In the past, although the Southern Family Alliance was wrong, it was mainly wrong with your father..."

"Shut up!" The wind blew a layer of suffocating suffocation, and the red light in the eyes made the sword **** unable to stay. "Even if you are a sword god, you must never filthy my father!"

"No matter who you are! Can't stop me from killing Duanmu!!"

The cold chill made the surrounding temperature seem to drop a bit. The next moment, the windy body jumped from the top of the building and disappeared.

Ye Huangtian stood there, how can he not see that the other party has exhausted, and he only has to catch up and have absolute confidence to kill him. But he didn't, or he didn't have any interest. The short battle this evening, the impact on him was too great.

The wind rushed for a few kilometers, getting closer and closer to his home, but his body was getting softer and softer, and his vision was getting blurred. Finally, he was planted in an inconspicuous alley.

Before fainting, he used his last strength to take out the protected intact mobile phone, a message, and then completely passed out.

Countless blood slid down from him like a trickle. Although the sword of the sword **** did not touch him, but the fierce and sturdy sword left him with numerous wounds that were as thin as a cow's hair but deep and guilty. Now the power of chaos is exhausted, and he can no longer stop the flow of blood.

Jinghua University, a single-person dormitory with elegant decoration and sweetness, the world's peerless tossing and turning, although it is already in the middle of the night, it does not mean to fall asleep. She was obsessed with the pictures of her brother on the ceiling, and her eyes were full of worry. Suddenly, the white mobile phone around me shook a little, her body quickly sat up, grabbed the phone and couldn’t wait to click. Finally, her face showed a sweet smile that made all men lose their souls, then easily yawned and slept with a soft quilt.

When the wind woke up, the sky was still dark, but there was a faint light. He struggled to grab the phone and press a number with one button and one button.

The phone was connected, and there was a dissatisfied voice inside, but the wind was already unclear. Before the fainting again, he finally spit out two unclear words:

"help me……"

Xiao Tian’s hand holding the phone solidified, and the sleepiness disappeared for a moment. After a few seconds, he began to tremble with his hands and called Chen Bing’s phone.

A minute later, a black car rushed out of the military compound. The guarded guards at the door face each other, but no one dares to stop.

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