Legend of the Asura

The wind glanced around and secretly sneered: "It's good to build, then... all ruined, not you don't deserve it, but I don't allow you to live in such a paradise!"

He took out Xiao Xuanwu from his pocket and threw it on the ground: "Xiao Xuanwu, give you ten seconds to step on the ground!!"

Xiao Xuanwu’s mouth uttered a strange noise that didn’t know what it meant. When the front foot lifted up, he would step on the ground...

"Wait!" The wind suddenly took Xiao Xuanwu from the ground and sighed and said: "It’s good to have a light shock, let them know that we are here."

Putting Xiao Xuanwu back to the ground, he flashed a girl's figure again in his mind... I obviously want to work hard to forget her, but why I can't do it all the time. Is it because she is her first woman, or... she is now a wife, and she also lives here, why is she still not willing to suffer any harm.

Xiao Xuanwu's forefoot was lightly lifted, and then fell back to the ground. The marble floor underneath it suddenly shattered, and even dozens of slender cracks spreading nearly ten meters, and the ground also violently boiled. Xiao Xuanwu’s power is well controlled. It just makes the whole Duanmu Villa vibrate a bit, but the loud noise is like a thunder in the ears of Duanmu’s family, so that they all panic and get away from the room as fast as possible. Rush out.

In the event of an earthquake, the environment here determines that the only consequence of the entire Dumu Mountain Villa is that it is buried.

Xiao Xuanwu was at the foot of the wind, watching the crowds who gathered in this direction with their round eyes. But unfortunately, the initiator of this "earthquake" was directly ignored because of the small size. The shock just had completely subsided, and a large group of people were shocked to see the black man standing there, not even convinced of their own eyes.

The Duanmu family has been comfortable for a long time, because although it has brought them a lot of inconvenience, it has completely isolated the entry of outsiders. So... how did this person appear here?

The security of the Duanmu family responded quickly. Ten people armed with guns crowded the crowd and blocked them in front of them. The muzzle pointed to the wind.

"Who are you, dare to swear at us?" A young man with a stern face shouted. His voice just fell, and a scream came from behind him: "Honger, live!!"

A middle-aged man who looked like he was 40 years old came over, and he stunned Duanmu Wuhong. Duanmu Wuhong immediately realized that he had lost his mouth and quickly bowed his head.

"Three masters, this person I saw... He just fell from the sky, it is true!" A little sly said with some fear.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked heavily at the wind in black. The other person's eyes were too calm. When he came to this place and faced ten muzzles, he didn't even have a panic look. Instead, he looked at them quietly with a mocking look. Although he did not speak, he gave him an inexplicable pressure.

"No matter who you are, since you already know the secrets of Duanmu Mountain Villa, there are only two choices. One is to stay here forever, the other is to die, only the dead can keep secrets." The middle-aged man said with a gloomy face.

The wind squinted for a long while, but did not look at him, but swept a quiet crowd, hoarse voice said: "Isn't it yet? Is your Duanmu's action really slow?"

The hoarse voice and the black costume, Duanmu's three masters suddenly thought of a terrible figure that had not appeared for a long time. For a time, the hands and feet were cold, and they stepped back and shouted: "You are a **** shadow!!"

The wind did not speak, and the corner of his mouth showed a touch of gloom.

The name of "Blood Shadow Wind" is like the same thunder. Their faces all changed, and even the few gun guards were shrinking. And those few people who were originally prepared to watch the excitement were even more frightened by the two legs, and the subconscious retreat wanted to flee immediately.

There is no one in Duanmu's home who doesn't know the name of the **** movie. He is like a sharp knife, breaking into the heart of the four great families in the South again and again, no one can stop. And they know better that the ultimate goal of the blood emperor's shadow is that they are at the end of the house. If one day he is found here, what they are going to suffer is likely to be a disaster.

However, this day suddenly came so suddenly.

For a time, the always-famous Dumumu Villa was screaming in the horror of "The Blood Emperor's Shadow Comes". Just such a name, let the village completely messed up.

The default of the popular wind made the end of the three woods of Duanmu cold sweat, how did he not think he found this place. But as one of the homeowners of Duanmujia, he can't escape... And who is going to kill the **** movie, who can escape?

The chaotic footsteps approached from all sides, and more than 30 fully armed people armed with machine guns slammed into the middle of the wind. Not far away, several sniper rifles had locked his temples, but without order, they Didn't do it... don't dare to do it. The area of ​​Duanmu Mountain Villa is not large, and because it is almost impossible to have foreign enemies, the guarding power is not very strong. It is also the first time to use it today.

The wind is still not moving because there are too few people. He was too lazy to look for one by one. He stood here and waited for the words of Duanmujia to appear one after another. If they don't appear yet, they will no longer be the masters of the Mujia.

Is the **** movie afraid of a gun? If he is afraid of a gun, how can he be rampant under the power of the four great families, legend that his speed is as fast as a ghost, even more than bullets, ordinary bullets do not want to touch his body. The three main teeth of Duanmu trembled. He took a step back and waved: "Shooting!"

The sound fell, and the sound of the guns sounded one after another. This is the first time that Duanmu Mountain Villa has fired gunshots. Some timid domestic servants hid themselves in a hidden place as much as possible in the sound of guns, as if they had smelled the end of the day. At this moment, the survival of Duanmujia and what they do, nothing is more important than their own lives. They haven’t just sent a small stick to death like a little scorpion on TV. They are only servants who can only do small things. Those big things that are related to the survival of the family are handled by their big men.

The wind was not afraid of bullets because he could easily avoid the rain of bullets, but now he has no need to escape, although his chaos has not yet officially advanced to the sixth floor, but only the power of chaos It is enough to make his body perfectly block the ordinary sniper in an unguarded condition.

In the shooting, he does not move, and those bullets are automatically protected by the power of chaos when they touch his body, so that he can only feel the touch of moderate impact. Only his clothes were not so lucky, and they were shot one after another.

Three seconds later, the gunshots stopped, and they were all dumbfounded. Several gun guards and even panicked guns fell to the ground. Even the three heads of Duanmu, who have always been calm, are shaking all over the body, and the big eyes are almost bursting out.

The **** shadow is still a smile, and the body has not moved at all under the impact of so many bullets. There was no trace of blood on his body, and under the bullet holes covered in black, there was unscathed skin. At his feet, there were bullets scattered all over the floor.

Is he a person? is God? It’s a ghost! ?

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Another bullet fell from the wind's forehead and hit the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Oh...hey, this is the first time you attacked me, so it’s not that I kill innocent people." He smiled coldly, his body disappeared like a ghost, and it screamed with a scream. The whole end of the wood villa... The next second, another screams...

The three masters of Duanmu only felt that the shadows in front of him were shaking. The three guards in front of him almost kept their original posture and fell to the ground. The eyes were exaggerated and they could not see a trace of scars.

Every time the black shadow sways, one person fell to the ground. The winds deliberately slow down, one by one, enjoying the thrill of harvesting life and the panic that they are quickly zoomed in.

"Ghost... Ghost!" A man threw the gun in his hand to the ground and fled backwards without a life. How could the wind force allow him to escape, with a wave of his hand, a bullet that had been held in his hand, flew out through his neck...

More than a dozen people have been killed in a blink of an eye, and no one even knows how they were killed. Duanmu's three main body chills, constantly retreating, and then fiercely pushed Duanmu Wuhong, who has been scared, and shouted: "Honger is going away, take your grandfather and nephew to escape through the secret passage, as long as they are still dead. We have hope in the Duanmu family!"

He slammed his foot and then rushed to the popular position. Most of these ancient families have practiced the family's ancient martial arts, and they are far superior to ordinary people, but he is not confident enough to think that he is the opponent of the **** movie. Therefore, it is completely unruly to play when you shoot.

The wind once again cut a person's throat with a flying feather blade and felt the wind behind him. He sneered and grabbed his backhand. He grabbed his neck accurately and lifted him directly.

The three main eyes of Duanmu are convex and struggling. But the hand that clamped his throat was as hard as an iron claw, and it didn't help him how he struggled.

"Let my dad release!"

"Let me open my third brother!"

Duanmu Wuhong just wants to rush to it, and a thunderous drink rang out behind him, while a Jianguang slanted from the right side to the wind.

The wind stunned and smiled, and the backhand fell, and the body of Duanmu’s three masters squatted on the ground and directly broke his shoulderbone. Then directly block the sword with the palm of your hand. The tip of the sword bounced back in his palm, and the master of the sword stood still in front of him, glaring at him. He was followed by four middle-aged men who also took swords, all of them calm.

In this era of hot weapons, the cold weapon of the sword has been almost abandoned. But for the real master, the sword is far more lethal than the gun.

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