Legend of the Asura

Closing the map in his hand, the wind finally sighed with relief. Combined with the environmental distribution here, and the manpower and material resources that the Imperial City and the Three Main Cities can provide, he finally decided the scope and scale of the new city. Then, he can start construction.

Another "permanent portal" was completed in his hands, and the other side was directly connected to the square of the Tianlong Imperial City. At the moment of the completion of the transmission array, it immediately attracted the attention of countless players, but soon, dozens of big knife guards appeared around the transmission array, and they were surrounded by the air, and no one was allowed to step in.

Every time you cast a permanent portal magic value, you will permanently reduce it by a thousand. But when you think of that infinite huge wealth, there is no such thing as a painful feeling.

Tomorrow, the city of ice and snow will be connected, and the capital of Vulcan will be connected the day after tomorrow. After the transfer of materials through the transmission array for a period of time, the city can be officially started. There is absolutely no need for him to worry about the specific aspects of building a city. The fat man of the Imperial City is working hard for him to prepare everything for him. Even the city maps, as well as the drawings of the various buildings, have been sent to him.

The workers who handed the painted range map to the Tianlong Imperial City, looked at the time and returned to the Tianlong Arena. This morning is the semi-final. The first game is his hate. There is some faint expectation in his heart.

For most people, this is also the most watched game, and the attention is even more than the final of this afternoon. Because this is the collision of the real strong - recognized the strongest, most mysterious Shura and killing God! It’s just that their premature encounter is regrettable.

"Boss, how come, the game is about to begin." Xiao Tian looked at the time and said that it is less than a minute away from the game time.

"The matter of building a city has been delayed."

It was the eyes full of burning spirits. The wind looked at the eyes of the hateful death, and smiled lightly. Instead, he turned his eyes and looked at the charm rain with great interest. Her eyes are a little bit like stars, and the eyes without any impurities make him always unable to help. Hate the sky with a sigh, teleported to the arena, but his gaze, still firmly locked the wind under the stage.

"Boss, even I can kill him, you will not plant it in his hands." Xiao Tianxiao laughed, no one knows more about the strength of this time than he. In his heart, this is a game without suspense.

Without answering the words, the wind also teleported to the arena, and smiled and hated the sky.

The two top masters all played, but there was no cheers and screams at the scene. The ruthless means of Shura, the strong killing atmosphere of hateful days, all made the audience feel strange and quiet, and even the whispering whispers completely stopped. Everyone stared at the arena and waited for the start of the game.

"Who are you?" The wind slammed his arms and looked at him calmly.

No answer, not even the slightest tremor.

"Your surname is white?" The wind suddenly asked, his eyes became fierce for a moment, but still did not capture the slightest fluctuations from the expression of hate.

"Killing the name of God, killing the power of God. The title of killing God. The earliest origin of the war gods in the Warring States Period of China. It is said that he has been fighting for more than 30 years in the battlefield. As long as he heard that he led the troops to fight, It will be scared to look at the wind. It is precisely because of him that all countries do not dare to fight with Qin. Bai has spent many lives to lead the army to fight countless, a total of more than one million annihilation of the six ** team. But never lost The title of God is not an exaggeration."

"There were more than one million people who died because of him. In the war of Changping, he even killed more than 500,000 people at one time. From then on, he was crowned the title of 'killing the gods' and killing people. My father once told me a very interesting rumor. According to legend, because of the contamination of too much blood on his hands, Bai Qi finally broke into the sacred way and had a powerful, cruel and bloodthirsty killing power."

"There is no doubt that this is a kind of power that contains cold blood and killing. The life of Bai Qi is brilliant, but the ending is very miserable... It was given to death by Qin Wang. Why did Qin Wang let him die? Is it still impossible to control his own unprovoked power of killing God and seek death? And the White House, is it really so bad? If there is no post-mortem, then with the inheritance of Bai’s blood, will this power be inherited? Go on... This is really a very interesting question."

The sound of the wind is flat and slow, and I hate to listen quietly, without a slight reaction.

"The result is really amazing. Under the coincidence, I actually got a message from the descendants of the white family, but unfortunately, the last trace of the blood of the white family has been passed away for 20 years. After the slaughter, all but one of the two men and one woman disappeared, leaving only the body. The chief culprit of this tragedy, and the purpose of all this, no one knows..."

A slight sway of the sound into the wind and ears, that is the slight vibration of the end of the Yellow Spring and the friction of the ground.

The smile of the wind and the corner of the mouth flashed past. At the moment when the "beginning of the game" sounded, he suddenly said: "Save yours, it is the Mozu!!"

The face of death was finally violently fluctuating. His only answer was to raise the doomsday Huangquan in his hand and draw a **** arc of light to sweep the wind.

The wind is not flashing, let his attack fall on himself.

-12500.

"You are not my opponent." The wind squinted at the number that appeared on his head, and said with a look of disappointment. This is enough to kill the average player several times of damage, no threat to him. In just three seconds, the lost life will be full.

"Your performance has given me the answer. It turns out that there are so many incredible things in the world. I am more and more interested in what is hidden in this "reincarnation" world. Of course... I am with you. The Mozu is more interested."

A huge tearing force came from the front, and there was no struggling movement in the wind, and the body was pulled away. This skill of absorbing enemies is a nightmare for weak enemies, but sometimes it is a skill to find death against their powerful enemies.

Without waiting for the body that hated heaven, the wind finally evoked his own weapon. He smiled with a relaxed face. Before the end of the day, Huang Quan attacked himself, the Xuanyuan in his hand slammed on the ground.

"Booming earth!!!"

The huge explosion made everyone feel that the ground beneath them seemed to tremble. In the blast of yellow light, the body that hated heaven was hit by heavy blows, and the blood tank was empty three-quarters.

"You should be glad that there was no crit, or you have been spiked. Make your ‘killing the **** barrier’ and all the tricks, otherwise you will not be qualified to fight me.”

The original quiet scene suddenly burst into a stunning cheer. Behind the wind, two huge black wings were unfolding, with his body floating in the air, looking down at a gloomy hate. The **** spurs and the sharp edges are sparkling with chills.

The heavy coldness emanates from hate, and a pair of equally large wings stretch out from behind, with the body floating to the same height as the wind. It was a pair of blood-colored wings, exuding a murderous achilling scent. And his body has been covered with a red aperture.

"Use your full strength, let me see if you are qualified for my opponent in the strongest state."

The arrogant voice did not arouse the violent anger of hate, and his calmness was like a stagnant anger in the eyes of the dead water. With the swing of the Great Sword, the five **** winds flew to the wind. The eyes of the wind condensed, and the body flew back. At the same time, the Xuanyuan golden light flashed into the form of the staff. As his right hand swung out, a colorless power hit the hate sky at an incredible speed.

The distortion of space is so obvious. People clearly saw that the space on the straight line seemed to be pulled hard, and there was a distorted twist. The distortion of space instantly spreads to hate the sky, causing his body to be distorted with the distortion of space. The body, armor, and even the weapon seem to completely change the form.

-42250!

The five death dynasties that are about to be attached to the wind are completely gone. Hate the sky's face for a moment of sluggishness. At that moment, he clearly felt the feeling that the body was torn due to the tearing of the space.

"This is called 'Dimension 斩'." The Xuanyuan in the hands of the singer turned back to the form of the sword, and the wind slammed the sword back to hate the sky: "Ordinary tricks are useless to me, use the skills of your bottom box. I Desire an opponent who can pose a threat to me."

Only he himself understands the true meaning of this sentence... the "slaughter" that seems to be only forever looking up.

Hate the heart of the heart violently churning. Originally thought that he was enough to match him even and even defeat him. But I did not expect that after the trial of killing God, the gap with him is farther and farther. Let his heart feel unmatched feeling.

I tasted despair and tasted the pain. From birth to growth, the only belief is to become stronger. For this belief, he has no childhood, no happiness, all the time spent in cruel training... The only warmth in his life is that he watches him silently every day, watching him exhausted silently. All kinds of tortured her. Every tear she sheds for him, he is firmly in his heart...

However, how can she be tainted with a trace of sin? How can she let her go with her desperation?

For my own efforts, for my own confused beliefs... how can I be so defeated! ! !

With the explosion of a **** light, the eyes of Hate’s eyes completely turned red. A pungent **** smell emanates from his body and quickly fills the entire arena, making people feel vomiting. In the audience, the face of the calm rain that has been calm has finally become a panic. Except for hating the sky, only she can understand the horror and more terrifying consequences of this skill.

The windy heartbeat was uncontrolled and the face began to become cautious. When he saw the description of the skill, the eyelids shrank.

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