Legend of the Asura

Surprisingly, the blood was gone, and everyone clearly saw the two savage figures. They were shocked for a long time and could not speak. Is this the damage that the new sword can do? ? If it is equipped with normal weapons, what a horrible thing.

Everyone has a new understanding of the power of Shura.

"Take it over? Why, fear, scare?" The wind stunned and looked at his white face, shaking his short, thin sword.

The face of the bloodless untitled will be white for a while, and the hearts of the heavens will be fought, and he will not accept the defeat in the novice sword. After weighing the pros and cons, he gnawed his teeth. "I recognize..."

Nourish!

A purple thunderbolt was sent from the sword in the hand of the wind, and the body of the bloodless and unspoken body was wrapped around the thunder, and the last word he had not yet said was forced back into the stomach.

"Want to admit defeat? I allow you to admit defeat!!" The gaze of the wind became awkward, and he used his strength to pull the blood of the unprepared, and fell to the ground. The same thunderous lightning tightly bound him, and he swallowed his life bit by bit. Soon, the blood tank with no blood and no words was emptied by a third.

The wind snorted and slammed the soul, and when he was struggling to stand up, he was struggling to stand up. A dark, dark thorn flew out of his right hand and nailed it to his shadow, let him The body seems to be unable to stand up by the force of irresistible force.

puff!

-300.

In the eyes of everyone's horror, the wind slammed up his right foot, and squatted on the chest without blood. The huge noise made people's hearts follow, and even wondered if this foot had worn his chest.

Weeping blood, no Ming, five internal organs, a violent tumbling, almost suffocated by this powerful foot. This is a physical attack that is completely different from the weapon attack. The whole feeling is completely complete, without the slightest discount.

"Hey, you are subject to a humiliating attack by player xx, you can choose to impose a three-level penalty, is it punishable?"

The foot that was stepping on his chest was swaying hard, and the owner of the foot looked at him like a victorious emperor, and the undisguised contempt made him hate in his heart.

Hey!

A stout thunder fell from the sky, bombarded the top of the wind, and brought up a huge green number. The sarcasm of the wind and mouth was more intense. His right foot slowly lifted up and fell again, but this time, he stepped on his face.

A screaming screaming resounded throughout the arena. These two feet brought the pain of the flesh and blood that he had never suffered in his life, and even smashed his self-esteem. He seems to have seen his reputation in "Reincarnation", and the prestige in the **** reincarnation has been wiped away by this foot.

"How can he do this!" North meditation butterfly is close to her eyebrows. She knows better than anyone else. This younger brother who grew up in pursuit and love has almost no scolding, let alone insult. Although she rejects him, it is connected by blood.

Unexpectedly, Duanmu did not speak. He looked at Shura, who was trampled on the shackles, as if he felt the hatred in his heart, and his eyes sparkled with extremely complicated light.

"you you……"

Hey!

The hearts of countless players followed the violent beat again. The image of Shura was also engraved with cruelty and cruelty... This foot is still on the face, and the voice of his resentment is returned. The wind smirked and looked at him. The painful expression seemed to make his resentment of years of deposition find a vent. The movements under his feet were heavier than the ones, and he trampled on the face that made him hate.

"Waste! Waste! Waste! You are not in the eye! You are not asking me to die! Why are you crawling under my feet like a dead dog! Something will kill me!!"

The mad, almost roaring sound sounded through the arena. Resentment and anger can be clearly felt by everyone. They finally think: Does he have a hatred with Shura? So I was treated like this?

The northern meditation butterfly is full of tremors, and the brain becomes a complete blank in a flash. Unconsciously, her eyes are already blurred... The voice is the voice that she will never forget in her life, the pain of the cone that she will always engrave in her heart.

The breath that became incomprehensible finally caused the attention of Duanmu, and he turned back and slammed. Because his mother didn't know when she had burst into tears, the white jade fingers clinging to the corner of her clothes were shaking and violently, and she was so strong that she wanted to tear it. He rushed to his mother in front of his face and wiped her tears with his little hand: "Mom... Why are you crying... Is it a mess that makes you angry... I, I don't watch TV. I went to study... Mom didn't cry, okay..."

She resisted the pain in her chest and shook her lungs. She shook her head gently: "It’s something that doesn’t matter, but my mother remembers something sad."

The sobs finally stopped. She looked at the bright, distressed eyes in front of her eyes, clutching his narrow shoulders with both hands, and said with a serious look: "Hey, remember that your mother sent you before." Oath?"

"Remember to remember!" Duanmu hurriedly nodded: "I swore that I would never use my own cleverness to bully the weak, and would not use my ability to help the family to deal with good people. Otherwise, I will lose my mother forever."

Losing my mother forever... This is the most vicious spell in his heart.

"Yeah!" North whispering butterfly, a sigh of relief, caressed his little head, and turned his gaze to the figure in the screen. He looked at him with ecstasy, as if he wanted to imprint his image forever in his heart. I don't know. Unconsciously, the tears that stopped hard began to slowly fall off again.

"Hey...he called Shura, right?"

Duanmu gently nodded. The mother's voice is gentle as if it is a quiet breeze, so that his tears are dripping uncontrollably... I can't stop it.

"Mom wants you to make another vow," she tried her best to leave her eyes from the figure, tears in her eyes, but the expression was unprecedentedly serious: "Where and wherever you are, you must not be with him in this life." Enemy. When you grow up and become the head of the family, you must use every effort to find him... Use every effort to help him and his descendants. If you break the oath, you will lose your mother forever."

Without any hesitation and hesitation, Duanmu smashed the tears on his face and raised his left hand, pointing to the sky: "My raft swears again. No matter when and where, I will never be an enemy of Shura in this life. If I grow up and become the head of the family, I will use every effort to find him... use every effort to help him and his descendants. If you break the vow, I will lose my mother forever."

The tender voice is smashed and thrown. The North Ming language butterfly gently pressed his small hand and smiled softly: "Hey, my mother is really awkward... When you grow up, Mom will tell you why, okay? That... Mom wants to sleep now, I want to play with myself."

The moment I turned my back, the world in front of me was blurred again, and countless tiny Mercury floated on the footprint of her walk back to the room. For the whole four years, she still has not escaped the pain and suffering of the cone, or she will not be really happy in this life. The only reason she is alive now is to watch her nephew grow up and find his real life.

The sound of the door closing completely disrupted his heartstrings. Duanmu looked at his own hands and murmured: "Mom... what kind of hardships have made you make the choice of the year..."

"Because of me?"

The arena of the a district has been completely rioted, and the painful and helpless screams have been continuously transmitted from the feet of Shura, leaving countless people with cold hands and pale faces, as if they were stepping on their feet.

"Shu Luo! I admit defeat for our young master, let go of our young master, otherwise...other..."

The colorless barrier on the edge of the arena made the big crowds who rushed to the front of the platform to enter, and the **** mad knives were smashed. If he can choose again, he will definitely use every effort to let him give up the game. But... the facts in front of us can no longer be reversed. This shame may be forever eternal.

"Otherwise?" Looking at the **** cell with no blanks and almost blank, the wind stopped and moved, and asked for a face that was sobbing and bloodless, sneered.

The **** mad knife screamed. What else can it be? Not the same? Not dead? As long as it is a fool, it seems that this is exactly what Shura wants. What's more, even more embarrassing, than the sore blood reincarnation is much stronger than the Scorpio gang, the devil wolf gang, the **** gang who did not say ... but the result, there is another real repair Xiu Nai.

There is no strength to struggle with the blood of the dead, such as dead dogs are generally stepped on the foot of the wind. The internal organs seem to have all been out of position, and the bones of the whole body seem to be all broken. There is only pain in his whole body, only the hate is left in his heart... the hate of the bone marrow!

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