Legend of the Asura

If this is fifty ordinary players, then almost all of them will think that he can easily win with the strength of Shura’s previous performance, but he is facing 50 strong players at the moment, and they are all standing. In each country's highest strength level, each of them has strong strength and terrible tricks, and there must be no shortage of strong players who are not inferior to poisonous hands and ice assassins. Is it possible to win? ——In the world, some are sarcasm, some are disdainful, some are thinking, but without exception, they are all looking forward to it, and they can’t wait for this melee to start right away. Such a game may not come across this life. the second time.

For the audience of Huaxia, they only have one sentence in their hearts - too tm exciting! One person challenges the 50-level powerhouse, and only our Chinese Xiu Luo has such strength and domineering, and only our Chinese Xiu Luo has such courage and courage. Then, the gorgeous battle, let the world see our Chinese-style arrogance, no matter the victory or defeat, we have already won.

The late "competition start" tone finally sounded, and the world's various sounds stopped, all of which locked their eyes on the arena. In their minds, this is destined to be a long and tragic game.

The wind evokes Xuanyuan, but does not attack, but stands calmly in the middle: "You have the dignity of the strong. If it is not my persecution and some reason, you should rather be defeated and do not bother with this. The scene... Hey, let your heart be convinced, give you ten seconds, I will stand here, will not move, not even "", this is your only chance... ten, nine, eight ......"

"Drink!" The scornful tone and the high-figure gesture, how can these strong people endure to live, the first master of the Canadian country, who is closest to the wind, is angry with his shot, and his shot is his strongest killing trick... ...

"Rage Dragon!"

On the bronze-colored sword, in his loud singer, a circle of earthy light dragons was placed on the plate, which was gorgeous and shocking. The audience was subconsciously exclaimed, and then the epee was lifted up with a terrible The momentum of the head turned to Shura... The wind was as he said, there is no sign of any move, even the eyes are not open, so the eyes are closed with counts.

boom! !

After the deafening bombardment, the hard and incomparable arena was attacked by the aftermath of the attack, and the deep pit of half a meter was thrown out. The wind standing in the center of the explosion was also half a meter, but it was still stable. Standing, there is a striking...miss!

What a fierce blow, the result is a big miss, not only the Canadian master is directly dumbfounded, even the audience outside the audience feel a psychological gap that is difficult to accept. It is like throwing a chocolate bean into your mouth, but it is now a sheep kidney bean.

The trick not only has a strong attacking ability, but also has a strong ability to hit, otherwise it is not worthy of being a trick. This miss makes him suffer. The masters who responded to it did not hesitate any more, rushing to Shura to attack as quickly as possible, and the shot would be their strongest trick. The strongman of a archer profession first attacked. The arrow he shot was very fast, dense and violent, and there was a strong storm. Every arrow was in the center of Shura’s body, bringing a red number ...miss,miss,miss,-1,miss,miss...

Hey!

The Hungarian Assassin, who is holding the green short-blade, will kill the stunt "Phantom Spur" and succeed in hitting Shura, and then bring up a number that he does not want to believe...

-1!

The highest-achieving professional archer class, and is also a world-class archer. When attacking Shura, it is almost all miss, and the single assassin-class occupation is not able to break his defense! !

The audience is full of fear and fear, how strong is the character of this Shura... How does his attribute and strength come from! ?

All kinds of powerful tricks rushed to the center of the arena, igniting all kinds of collisions and blasting sounds of different sizes. The original hard-sports ground began to become pitted under the powerful tricks of these perverted masters. The road is distorted by irregular cracks, while Shura is like a meteorite that does not move under these attacks. It is not knocked down, not repelled, or even moved. The tricks of these world-class powerhouses are as tickled in him. There are few who can hit his body. Except for a few tricks that add fixed damage and a lucky hit, none of them have broken the defense of Shura.

The defensive defense is far less than his attacking ability, but there are more than 36,000 in the state without any auxiliary skills, and they are easily broken.

After ten seconds, when the wind opened their eyes, they finally completely chilled. He can't be called a strong man, but a monster, and he is safe and sound under the joint attack of so many world-class powerhouses.

He is arrogant because he is arrogant. He dares to challenge all of them because he has enough strength - absolutely overwhelming strength. After ten seconds, without waiting for Shura to shoot, they knew that everyone on their side had lost.

The broken piece of the foot was ruined. He glanced at their position. Xuanyuan waved and his hands slammed open...

"Fusion! Plasma Space Storm!"

They are ready to resist and cooperate when they are ready to attack, but they can completely cover the entire arena, and how can the magical curse of forced hits be avoided and resisted? This is the fusion of the low-level curse of the wind system 'plasma storm' and the space system intermediate magic 'space field'. In the violent tornado, all of them were all wound up in the sky, and then they were killed one by one. Finally, under the control of the force of space, they were all thrown out of the arena and landed on the ground outside the arena. Even if some of them can be resurrected, there is no chance to stand on the arena again.

They should be grateful that the wind has closed the effect of the heart of the heart, otherwise they will be twisted into piles of minced meat in the plasma space storm, let them be nightmare.

After they were resurrected by the system on the sidelines, they all looked at Shura on the stage like a stupid one. The shock of ten seconds is as unreal as a dream.

What is the real powerhouse... They are accustomed to the fact that they are self-sufficient, and they finally begin to truly understand this concept. Ten seconds without any defense, the trick of more than fifty masters took turns, and he was safe. And he shot... a move, they all lost.

Is this the real powerhouse? They began to ask themselves in shock... What is the title of their own strongman? In the face of the real powerhouse is so vulnerable, like the difference between gravel and mountains.

No, definitely not too weak, but this Chinese is really too strong.

These strong people looked at Shura’s gaze no longer had the previous anger, but shocked and unbelievable, a short game, so that Shura has become an unattainable mountain in their hearts, although they can look up, But I can't see the peak.

Their response is still the same, not to mention the audience outside the world. I don't know how many people's mouths have been closed because they were surprised. They thought that this would be a fierce and lasting melee. I didn't expect it to be so, and it was so fast.

"God~~ I am wrong, he is God! I was still thinking about defeating him... Oh, I am too ignorant." El Lafran, according to the wall, exaggerated to the extreme voice.

Not far from him, the emperor’s demon and the poisonous level are also showing a horrified look. Even William Carlos, who has always been unwilling and resentful, has a round face and a stiff face. He is surprised by a sound. . He thought he was already at the highest point in the world, still resentful of Shura’s sneak attack and wanted to find a chance to fight him again. Now he knows that from the beginning, he was only one in the eyes of Shura. Ants that are pinched at any time.

"Hey! Chinese national spirit wins!"

"Canada No. 1, Canada, No. 2, Australia, No. 1 ............... Belgian State No. 2, all defeated, Canada, Australia and the United States ... Billy countries are all out!"

"Hey! The end of the first World Fighting Conference, the end of the game, the winner is the Huaxia Guoyi player!"

The victory came too fast, too suddenly, people thought that more than 80 players will play more than 80 games, even if only 20 seconds per game will last for a long time, even 24 hours, but only two Less than an hour, because of the power of the Chinese Shura, the power of the enemy ended early.

When the prompt sounds, Longwei will never forget the cheers at that time.

His location is the top floor of the tallest building in downtown Beijing. The high-pitched city makes the sound of the city's buzzing sound fade to an insult, but the cheers that sounded throughout the country seem to be shocking, and it is clearly transmitted from all directions to him. Ear. Because they all know what the victory of this game represents. He smiled at his lips, his eyes slowly became wet, and he stared at the man in the screen who shocked the world.

That is his son.

If he is at the scene, how much he wants to hug him, but...

"Sura!"

"Sura! Shura!"

"Sura! Shura!..."

The Huaxia street is full of the name of Shura, and the voice has overwhelmed everything else. Looking at the Shura on the screen with a smile, they have a strong sense of national pride, because he defeats all by one, and he represents the entire Chinese nation.

Shura and the Star-Chasing Sword Emperor saved China, and also pushed China's position in the international arena to another height. Perhaps starting from tomorrow, their image will appear in China, even in every corner of the world, and become the honor and world of countless Chinese people. The object that looks up.

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