Legend of the Asura

The sixth game of zone b, the first shield of China, has never been the devil of the rankings. His indestructible defense allows opponents to directly admit defeat. Undoubtedly, his defensive ability is enough to stand out from all players in the Chinese Theater. When he held his shield proudly, he did not find a corner, and a snake-like gaze locked his body.

"Let's go." The wind pulled the wind and stood up, ready to leave the arena temporarily.

"Ah?" The unexpected color of Feng Yao's face: "The next game is a game of the sky, my brother does not want to see it?"

"Don't look at it, he will win." Then he looked disdainful: "However, his game, too lazy to watch. As for his strength, hey, disdain."

Feng Yao was amazed, chuckled and returned to the wind building with him.

The time is already four o'clock in the afternoon. At five o'clock, it will be the last match of the two districts. He will have no words on the blood... This arrangement is too good for him.

"Brother, that **** and bloodless, is it really the North Ming Chongyun?" Feng Yao stood behind him and pressed his shoulders. This action has become a habit many years ago.

"It's him... Even if it turns into ash, I know him." The wind is faint, but Feng Yao can still hear the deep hatred. His humiliation for him is enough to keep him in his life.

A short silence, Feng Yao secluded: "Brother... remember her?"

she was……

There was a bit of pain in the eyes of the wind. He closed his eyes and said something weak: "I don't remember... don't mention her."

Feng Yao bites her lower lip. She knows better than anyone else. Except for her righteous father, she is his biggest pain and the biggest setback, and it is also her most painful memory.

The main hall of the **** reincarnation. The weeping blood was unmoving and uneasily moving back and forth. He did not have the interest to watch the game half an hour ago and left the game. Because the next game is his game, the opponent is actually... Shura!

He finally stopped and hated and said: "You said, how much I have for the success of Shangra."

"There is no chance of winning." He has no better understanding of the strength of the bloodless, and he has no chance to fight with Shura.

"What should I do? Give up the game? Admit defeat?" He slammed on the table, and he hated the Shura who seemed to be deliberately targeting him, but he knew that he had no strength against him. . No matter what preparation he makes, he can only be in vain.

"Nothing." The **** mad knife shook his head.

Abandoning the game means that he is afraid of Shura, and even has no guts to face it. This will make the whole **** reincarnation become a laughing stock... It is basically the same thing to admit defeat.

"That can only face it." The **** unmarked took out the long sword with a hint of white light, hate the channel: "With my equipment and strength, even if it is Shura, it is not so easy to defeat me."

Is that right? The weeping blood screamed and shook his head, but did not say it.

Scorpio Fengyun has no suspense to defeat the **** field without hate, and the b-zone destroys the soul and easily defeats the opponent to advance. They didn't have a glance at the game, maybe it didn't matter, maybe it was disdain. He never dismisses the consciousness of "Don't despise any enemy." In his world, absolute strength is equal to absolute confidence.

The time of the last game is finally approaching. The spirit of people has been provoked again, because this time it is Shura... It seems to be another game without suspense.

Perhaps it is courage, perhaps to express his fearlessness, and the **** sword is standing on the stage. His reputation is far less than the true masters. Although the **** reincarnation he founded is also one of the top ten gangs in China, no matter the strength or fame, it is far less than the scorpio, the gods, and the soul. Faced with Shura today, if you flee, your reputation will drop. If you lose, there will be almost no influence... If you win... If you win, his name will surely resound through China overnight.

In this game, Xiao Tian and Chen Binger, who understand the strength of the wind, have no interest in even a look. This is a game with different strengths. They are all waiting in the wind building to ponder the battle of tomorrow.

However, there are a lot of people who are paying attention to this.

"Mom! Come on, it’s a sly match."

A small figure rushed into the room, and after a while, a hair was pulled up, and the fabulous woman ran out.

"I will compete with Shura." Duanmu 霄 excitedly explained that the look of anticipation has been stuck on the LCD screen in front of him. He has been watching here for a day of competition, and his face is already excited and red.

Looking at the North Ming Chongyun standing on the stage, the northern meditation butterfly eyes flashed a complex light. There is such a younger brother, she does not know whether it is the grievance or hate, she can not bear to hit the enthusiasm of Duanmu, sitting next to him, with him looking forward to the beginning of the game.

Oh...

"Sura! Shura! Shura!..."

In the exaggerated shouts and screams of countless players, the wind finally appeared on the arena, squatting 20 meters away from the bloodless. Still the dark mask, the dark armor, just the pale gold cloak, but replaced by eight pairs of spurs standing in the back. The crazy cry that was almost enough to shake the mountains made him a little scared. He never knew that his popularity had reached this height.

He does not even know that in the eyes of others, he is powerful, cold, mysterious, and everything he does in public is a legend.

Senran is proud, and the faint pressure has made the first time facing the blood of the Shura in the beginning of the Shura. But he quickly woke up, looked up and looked at him, and he couldn't lose in the momentum.

"Wow! It's my idol!" Looking at Shuo's rock-like body, Duanmu's eyes were full of small stars, as if he had completely forgotten that his opponent was himself. The North Hidden Butterfly looked at his expression with some weirdness, and then began to pay attention to observe the Shura on the screen. It would make people who have always regarded the world’s nephews as idols with wise and arrogant eyes. Where people are.

"Now I am begging for mercy, or I have to escape with my tail."

The low, but gloomy voice rang in the ear of tears, letting him squint and then his face completely gloomy. From small to large, he had heard such insults.

"I have a hatred with you?" The blood of the blood did not call out the weapon, the tip of the sword pointed to the wind, even though he was a fool, it should have been seen that Shura was deliberately targeting him.

"No hatred." The wind licked the corner of the mouth and sneered a little sarcasm: "Just look at you is not pleasing to the eye. Give you a chance, now screaming out loudly, my three grandfather, I can let you roll off the stage, or else..." Look at him The more and more gloomy face, the more popular the voice is: "You will regret it day by day!"

The weeping blood was hard to keep calm, but the right hand of his long sword was shaking, and the sound of intertwined teeth was faintly revealed in his mouth. His chest undulating a few times, also sneered: "Shu Luo! It is best not to let me see you again in the future, otherwise even in the city, I will make you never rest."

"Yeah... then I really look forward to it." The taunting color on the face of the wind is getting heavier and heavier. As the game begins to count down, he finally evokes a weapon, also pointing to the bloodlessness... Suddenly exclaimed, the face of the bloodless, unspeakable face is even more ugly to the extreme - because Shura took out, it is clearly a new level 0 sword!

insult! **Naked insults and contempt!

Weeping blood and no Ming body trembled fiercely, and wanted to rush to bite him like a mad dog. If he loses under the golden sword of Shura, no one will say anything more... But if it is defeated under the novice sword, it will be completely different. He will bear the scorn of Shura and everyone.

Duanmu's gaze became more and more eager, and the little hand patted it unconsciously. He whispered: "First hit the heart, then destroy its name, and then destroy its body. This is the most sharp means to treat the enemy." ”

His whisper of self-speaking was introduced into the northern whisper of the butterfly, and she sighed faintly.

"……Game start!"

"Sura, go to hell!" With a venting scream, a silvery eagle appeared on the top of the bloodless head, and screamed and flew. Although he was extremely angry, he did not completely lose his mind. He first evoked his own eight-level flying pet, the "clawed silver eagle" attack, followed by a black light flash. The other eight-level pet violent Montenegro was summoned and screamed. Followed by the claws of the Silver Eagle and attacked the wind. I wanted to use the gap in the wind and the parry to make a surprise attack.

The disdainful color flashed past, and as the silver claws were about to penetrate his body, he waved his hand with the right hand of the new sword.

boom!

-12966, -24382!

The sound of the ice bursting sounded clearly in everyone's ear. In the wide-ranging "Binghuang Bian", the body of the clawed silver eagle was planted from the air, and the violent Montenegrin wolf fell down and disappeared on the arena.

The weeping blood is unprepared and the action of the pre-rushing is hard to stop. The footsteps involuntarily step back. The two pets that he is proud of have not been touched by Shura’s clothes and are spiked, and the damage figures make him all unbelievable.

That's 0, only 5 new attacking swords!

"Hey, it's still too strong, I don't know if he can resist it." The windy face is depressed, his power attribute is extremely strong, plus the 57-level attribute of the guardian chain. His current power attribute can only be described as horror. Even with the new sword, his attack has 6931, which is half the attack power when using the Xuanyuan sword.

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