Legend of the Asura

Surprised not to cry, everyone clearly saw the two striking numbers, shocked for too long to speak. Is this the damage that a new sword can do? If equipped with a normal weapon, what horror should it be?

Everyone has a new understanding of Shura's power.

“Attack? What, scared? Stupid?” The wind looked sarcastically at his white face and shook a short, thin sword in his hand.

The crying face was white for a moment, and Heavenly Man was at war, and he could not accept the brutal defeat under the new sword. After weighing the pros and cons, he bit his teeth hard, “I think...”

Shit!

A purple thunderbolt emanated from the sword in the wind's hands, wrapping his crying blood around his body with a thunderbolt that could not cover his ears, forcing the last word he had not yet spoken back to his stomach.

“Want to admit defeat? Am I allowing you to admit your defeat?” The gaze of the wind became blurred, and he pulled his sudden, unprotected crying blood to the ground. The similarly murky thunderstorm bound him tightly, and at the same time devoured his life little by little. Soon, a third of the sobbing blood trough was emptied.

The wind snorted cold and retracted the restrained soul Razor. Just as he was struggling to stand up in tears and blood, a dark stab flew out of his right hand and nailed it to his shadow, making his body impossible to stand up as if it were pulled by irresistible forces.

Pfft!

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In the eyes of all surprised, the wind lifted its right foot, treading hard on the heartless chest of crying blood. That loud noise made people's hearts jump, even wondering if the foot had stamped through his chest.

The sobbing blood of the five dirty six hearts swept violently, almost being kicked over the back by this powerful foot. This is a physical attack that is completely distinguished from a weapons attack, and all aspects feel completely complete without any discount.

“Ding, you have been physically insulting to player XX, you can choose to punish him with a tier 3 punishment, or not? ”

The foot that stomped on his chest was rolling hard, and the owner of the foot looked at him like a victorious emperor, and that undisguised contempt bred tremendous hatred in his heart.

Knock!

A thick sky thunder fell from the air, bombarding the top of the wind, carrying a huge green number, and the irony of the corner of the wind's mouth became stronger. His right foot lifted slowly and fell again, just this time, he stepped on his face.

An awesome cry rang through the arena, both feet causing him the pain of flesh he had never suffered in his life and crushing his self-esteem. He seemed to have seen his fame in The Circle, and his fame in The Blood Circle had been wiped out by this foot.

“How could he do that!” The Northern Pluto Butterfly has a tight eyebrow, she knows better than anyone that this younger brother, who grew up chasing and drowning, has hardly ever been scolded, let alone insulted. Although she rejects him, after all, the blood is connected.

Unexpectedly, he did not speak, his eyes blinking and watching him trample on his uncle Shura, as if to feel the hatred in his heart, his eyes flashing with extremely complex light.

“You... you...”

Boom!

Countless players' hearts beat once again. The image of Shura was also engraved with cruelty and brutality… this foot still stomped on his face and kicked back his poisonous voice. The wind smiled and looked at him. The painful expression seemed to have found a vent of resentment that he had accumulated for many years. The movement under his feet was heavier than ever, and he trampled on his abominable face.

“Rubbish! Rubbish! Didn't you see nobody? Didn't you want me to die? Why did you climb under my feet like a dead dog? Get up and kill me if you dare!! ”

That madness, almost roaring sound sounded all over the arena. The resentment and anger in it is clearly felt by everyone, who finally wonders: Is he angry with Shura? Is that why you're being treated like this?

The Northern Pluto butterfly is trembling all over its body, and the brain instantly becomes completely blank. Unconsciously, her eyes were blurred... that voice, the one she would never forget, was the conical pain that she would always engrave in the bottom of her heart.

His breath, which had become so chaotic, finally caught his attention, he turned around and stayed still. Because his mother had not known when tears had filled her face, the white jade finger holding the corner was trembling violently and her strength was so strong that she tried to tear it apart. He jumped in front of his mother in panic and wiped her cheeky tears with his little hand: “Mom... why are you crying... is it that Roll made you angry... I, I don't watch TV anymore, I'll go study... Mom, don't cry...”

She withstood the pain of tearing her heart out of her lungs and shook her head gently: “It's not about rollers, it's about mommy remembering something sad. ”

The sob finally stopped hard, and she looked at the big, heartbroken eyes in the light in front of her, grabbing his narrow shoulder with both hands, and said seriously, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. ”

“Remember, remember!” Tianqiao nodded in a hurry: “I swore that I would never use my little wisdom to bully the weak, let alone my ability to help the good people at home, otherwise I would lose my mother forever. ”

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

“Mmm!” The North Pluto butterfly gently caressed his little head with comfort, his awesome eyes turned to the figure on the screen, and he looked at it like he was going to engrave the image of this moment forever in his heart, unconscious, that hard to stop teardrop began to slide again.

“Roll... his name is Shura, right? ”

Tianjin nodded softly. Mama's voice gently seemed like a breeze that whispered through her, causing his tears to drop uncontrollably... and she couldn't stop.

“Mom wants you to make another vow," she tried her best to get her eyes out of that shadow and tears in the corner of her eyes, but her expression was unprecedented seriousness: "Whenever and wherever you are, you are not to be an enemy to him in this life. When you grow up to be the head of the family, do everything you can to find him… do everything you can to help him and his descendants. If you break your vows, you'll lose your mother forever. ”

Without any hesitation or hesitation, wipe the teardrops off his face with a stroke of wood, raise his left hand and single-finger to the sky: “I swear again with a wooden roll. Wherever and whenever I live in this world, I will never be against Shura. If I grow up to be the head of the family, I will do everything I can to find him… to help him and his descendants. If I break my vows, I'll lose my mother forever. ”

Childish sounds cut off the iron and threw sounds. The North Pluto butterfly gently pressed his little hand up and smiled softly: "Oh, good boy... when you grow up, will Mom tell you why? So... Mommy really wants to sleep now, why don't you play with yourself first? ”

The moment she turned her back, the world in front of her was once again blurred, and countless fine pieces of mercury sprinkled in her footsteps back to her room. For four years, she has not escaped the pain and suffering of that cone, nor will she be truly happy in this life. Now the only reason she's alive is to watch her rollers grow up and get his real life back.

The sound of the door closing completely broke his heart string. He looked at his hands and whispered: “Mom... what kind of hard work made you make that choice...”

“Is it because... me? ”

The arena in Area A has been completely disturbed, and that painful and helpless scream continues to come from under Shuro's feet, leaving countless people cold and pale, as if it were themselves who were trampled under his feet.

“Shura! I confess to losing for our Young Master. Let our Young Master go, otherwise... Otherwise..."

The colorless barrier at the edge of the arena prevented a large crowd of people from coming back to the stage, and the cry-blood knife caught their hearts. If he could choose again, he would definitely do everything in his power to get him out of the game. But… the facts before them are irreversible, and this disgrace may be behind them forever.

“Or what?” Looking at the blood trough, which was almost blank, the wind stopped and stepped on the face, grinning and asking.

Crying Bloodthirsty Knife instantly plugged. Otherwise what? What are you doing? Undying? As long as it's a fool, it seems to be exactly what Shura wants. Besides, the harsher word is, which is much stronger than the Weeping Blood Gang, the Wolf Gang, the Blood Blood Gang has not said... but in the end, who really took Shuronai away?

Crying blood has lost its strength to struggle, like dead dogs trampled under the feet of the wind. The five dirty hearts seem to have all been dislocated, and the bones of the whole body seem to have broken apart. All he had left was pain and all he had left was hatred... a thorough bone marrow hatred!