Legend of the Asura

Six games in Area B, Warsaw First Shield Guard, never ranked Demon Wolf - the winner. His indestructible defense allows the opponent to admit defeat directly. There is no doubt that his defensive abilities are sufficient to defy all players in the Warsaw war zone. While he was holding his shield proud, he did not find a corner, a snake-like eye that locked his body dead.

“Let's go.” The wind stood with Fengyao ready to leave the arena temporarily.

“Ah?” Fengyao's unexpected colour: “The next match is Tiansha Fengyun. Don't you want to see it? ”

“No need to look, he will win.” Then there was the shame: “But his game, he was lazy to watch. As for his strength, huh, don't look down on it. ”

Fengyao smiled softly and returned to the wind tower with him.

The time is already 4: 00 PM, and at 5: 00 it will be the last game in both districts, he will not be mindful of crying... this arrangement is so good for him that it cannot be better.

“Brother, is it true that the crying cloud is the northern meditation cloud?” Fengyao stood behind him and squeezed his shoulder. This move, it was a habit many years ago.

“It's him… I recognize him even if he turns to ash.” The sound of the wind is faint, but Yao can still hear the hatred buried in it. His humiliation was enough for him to remember his whole life.

A brief silence, Fengyao said, “Brother... remember her? ”

She...

A little pain flashed through the wind's eyes, and he closed his eyes and said with some weakness: “I don't remember... don't mention her. ”

Feng Yao bit her lower lip lightly, she understood more than anyone else that besides her father-in-law, she was his biggest pain and biggest defeat, and also her most painful memory.

Cry blood back to the main hall. He walked back and forth in agitation without a scream. Half an hour earlier, he lost interest in watching the game and left the arena. Because the next game is his, the opponent is... Shuro!

He finally stopped and said hatefully, "You said," What are my chances of winning over Upper Shura? ”

“No chance of winning.” The Bloodthirsty Knife replied. He knows more about the power of crying than anyone, and he may not even have a chance to fight with Shuro PK.

“So what do I do? Abandon the game? Confess?” He punched him on the table, and he resented the guy as if he was deliberately targeting his Shura, but he didn't have the strength to fight him if he knew he was singling out. Whatever preparation he makes can only be futile.

“Neither.” The Bloodthirsty Blade shook his head.

Giving up the game means he's scared of Shura and doesn't even have the guts to face it, which can cause the whole crying circle to be a laughingstock... admitting defeat is basically one thing.

“Then we'll have to face it.” Crying bloodlessly took out a long sword with a pale white light, and hated the sound: “With my equipment and strength, even though it was Shura, it wasn't that easy to defeat me. ”

Is that so? The Bloodthirsty Knife shook her head in the dark, but didn't say it.

Heaven Sha Fengyun defeats the bloodstream without suspense and wins without hatred. The soul of Area B also defeats the opponent's promotion with ease. Neither one of them has seen the race go wild. It may not matter, it may not matter. He never despised the idea of "don't underestimate any enemy”. In his world, absolute strength equals absolute confidence.

The time for the last game is finally approaching. People's spirits were stirred up again because it was Shura who was going to compete this time… it seemed to be another contest without suspense.

Perhaps bold, perhaps trying to express his fearlessness, sobbing blood early to lift the sword on the stage. His reputation is far less loud than that of the real masters. Though he founded the Weeping Blood Circle, which is also one of Huaxia's top ten gangs, his strength and fame are far less than those of Heaven, the gods, and the souls. In the face of Shura today, if he escapes, his reputation will surely decline, if he loses, it will have little effect... if he wins... if he wins, his name will surely ring in the overnight glorious summer.

This game, Xiao Tian and Chen Binger, who know the power of the wind, are not even interested in a glance, it is a game of power, they stay in the wind building to figure out tomorrow's battle.

But there are a lot of people who pay special attention to this.

“Mom, look, it's my uncle's game. ”

A little figure rushed into the room, and later he pulled a hair together, and the Fenghua generation of women ran out.

“Uncle and Huro are playing.” The excitement explains that the expected gaze stays on the LCD screen in front of you. He's been here all day watching games, and his little face is already excited about the red flutter.

Looking at the North Pluto cloud standing on the stage, the eyes of the North Pluto butterfly sparkle with intricate light. With such a brother, she did not know whether to resent him or hate him. She couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the wooden roller, sat beside him and looked forward to the start of the game with him.

Wow...

“Shura! Shura! …… ”

In the exaggerated exaggeration and screaming of countless players, the wind finally appeared on the arena, confronted by 20 meters from the crying blood. Still a pitch-black mask, pitch-black armor, just that pale golden cape, was replaced by eight pairs of bone spurs standing behind it. That was almost enough to give him a little shock from the wild shouting of the mountains, and he never knew that his popularity had reached such a high level.

He didn't even know that everything he did in public, powerful, ruthless and mysterious in the eyes of others, was a legend.

Morian arrogance, that faint pressure made the first time facing the crying blood of Upper Shura emerge into retreat heart. But he woke up quickly, looked up at him, and in the mood, he could never lose.

“Wow, that's my idol!” Looking at Shurona's rocky and arrogant body with stars all over his eyes, it seemed as if he had completely forgotten that his opponent was his uncle. The North Pluto Butterfly looked at his expression strangely, and then began to look carefully at Shura on the screen, so that those who had always looked wisely and arrogantly at the world's rollers as idols could see what was really at stake.

“Now it's time to kneel down and beg for forgiveness, or run away with your tail clamped. ”

How could he have heard such insults since he was a child, when the voice of the low sinking shadow rang in his cries and his ears, stunned him slightly and then his face completely sank?

“Do I have a grudge against you?” Weeping blood summoned the weapon, the tip of the sword pointing straight at the wind, even though he was a fool, it was long overdue to see that Shura was deliberately targeting him.

“No vengeance.” The corner of the wind pulls a hint of irony: “I just don't like looking at you. Give you a chance, now on your knees yell at my grandfather, I can get you off the stage right away, otherwise...” Look at his increasingly gloomy face, the sound of the wind getting lower and lower: “You will regret every day more than a day! ”

Crying blood was hard to keep calm, but he shook his right hand with a long sword and his mouth was silently voiced with staggered teeth. His chest fluctuated a few times, and he laughed, “Shura! It's best not to let me see you again, or even in the city, I'll leave you in peace forever. ”

“Really... then I'm really looking forward to it.” The color of ridicule on the face of the wind grew heavier and heavier. As the game began counting down, he finally summoned his weapon, pointing to the same crying blood... When the audience came to the pause, the crying blood face was even harder to see for a moment - because Shuro took it out, clearly it was a novice sword of level 0!

Disgrace! Naked insult and contempt!

Crying blood trembled violently all over his body, and he wanted to rush up and bite him like a mad dog. If he loses under Shura's golden sword, no one will say more... but if he loses under a new sword, it will be completely different, and he will endure the contempt of Shura and everyone.

The stare at the end of the wooden roller became more and more enthusiastic and the small hand beat unconsciously, lowering its voice: “Strike his heart first, then destroy his name, then destroy his body, this is the sharpest way to deal with the enemy. ”

She sighed when he whispered to herself into the ears of the North Pluto butterfly.

“… the game begins! ”

“Shura, go to hell!” With an outpouring roar, a silver eagle appeared on top of his head in tearful blood, and a whistle flew towards the wind. Though extremely angry, he was not completely irrational. First he summoned his Lv8 flying pet, the Silver Eagle, and then the black light flashed. Another Lv8 pet, the Raging Black Wolf, was summoned. He similarly shouted and attacked the wind immediately after the Silver Eagle. Wanted to take advantage of the loopholes of the wind to make a surprise attack.

The colour of disdain flashed, and as the silver claw was about to pierce his body, he waved slightly with the right hand of the new sword.

Boom!

- 12966, - 24382!

The sound of a burst of hard ice sounds clearly in everyone's ears. In the widespread "glacial splendor”, the silver eagle's body fell from the air, and the raging Montenegrin wolf fell and disappeared on the arena.

The cry-blooded action of preparing the forward stroke came to a halt, and he took a step backwards, and the two pets he was proud of were killed without touching Shura's corner of clothing, and the number of injuries made him unbelievable.

That's level 0, only a new sword with 5 points of Attack!

“Alas, it's still too strong, I wonder if he can resist.” With his frustrating harvest, his power attributes are extremely powerful, and the level 57 attributes that the chains of guardianship keep alive, his power attributes today can only be described in terms of terror. Even with a newbie sword, his attack is 6931, which is half as strong as an attack when using a sword.