Legend of the Asura

As if passed by a sword, his body suddenly stiffened, his hands pressed simultaneously in the position of his heart, his body trembled violently due to pain.

“Tonight, is it another full moon night... but why are you here so early...”

There was a game on the screen in front of him that had changed markedly, but he had no way to keep watching it, and he knew that Shura would win.

Difficult flatness had completely twisted his face, he turned his body and walked back to his room gently, closing the door gently. It was only a dozen meters away, and he bit his teeth without making an unusual noise. A little sweat dripping down from bitter endurance fell to the ground.

At the moment of closing the door, the expression on his face was completely deformed, his body almost unable to stand due to extreme pain, and his little body curled into a clump in the circumflex.

Beginning six months ago, every month, he experienced this pain, which sometimes lasted for a dozen minutes, sometimes even a few dozen minutes, and only one person but him knew about it.

In the meantime, he remembered what Grandpa Huang, the “medical god” of the Tamwood family, once again said six months ago.

“Grandpa Huang, tell me how long I can live...”

“One year...” The charitable purpose of the old man sighed heavenly and dared not touch his eyes. Maybe, really jealous of the genius. His filthy heart, every minute, every second, was destroyed by a strange force. On a full moon night, that power becomes more violent.

There's nothing he can do.

“A year…” he silently remembered, his eyes misty.

“Grandpa Huang, don't tell anyone about this, okay? Mom, Grandpa, no. ”

Tear stars slipped into strands, Dr. Huang wiped away his tears in pain, closed his eyes and nodded. There was no impurity in his eyes that made him understand what he was trying to say. Now that he's exhausted, he'd rather bear it all alone in this last year than let the whole family suffer.

Since then, Dr. Huang has rarely stepped out of his room, and hardly ever again, because he has no face to see him... he can heal everyone, but the only doctor is not good for this little genius. Whenever I think of him, of the pain and despair borne by a teenager under three years of age with his naive shoulders, he always cries.

Consciousness, the body is gradually torn apart and devoured by the extreme pain of a storm. Before he fainted, he again whispered the vow of engraving his soul...

I will make everyone I like... happy...

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Cold Heart: Exclusive skills of the God of Killing. Once opened, all emotions in the mind will be temporarily extinguished, and the only conviction is ruthless killing. Effect: Attack +100%, Defense +100%, Attack Range +100%. When attacking, enemies are indistinguishable. All creatures within sight will become targets that must be killed, while automatically disengaging all groups. Skills cannot be closed on their own until they are dead.

His immortal... good perverted skills. Hold your hands tight. Hate the day, any skill can kill him in seconds. And his defense at this point, more than 8,000 damage can be offset.

The blood of battle boils.

At this time, the whole body of hate is covered in bloody light, even the face can no longer be seen, the only eyes that shine bright red are so clear and scary. In the horror of that cold bone marrow, there was a little chestnut inside the wind.

“Shura... beat him, I beg you to beat him. ”

A voice with a panic and a cry came into his ear, and he remembered clearly that it was the sound of rain. At this time, her ten fingers hung tightly together, almost deformed by unconscious excessive force. She knew that if he hated God, his next move would be a ruthless slaughter arena... and then rush out of the arena and slaughter every player he sees...

“I understand… don't worry. ”

Don't dare take any more carelessness, hate the extra state of the day, the effect is almost comparable to his holy flame, and is a state of terror that will never disappear unless you die in battle.

What an astonishing obsession, he has demonstrated such horrible madness for victory and dignity.

The bloody eye finally had a focal length and locked him firmly in the first place. The wind cooled in his heart, no longer hesitating, and he took the lead, and suddenly the red light flashed in front of him, a sword wind with a bloody smell swept towards him. Faced with a blow that could definitely kill him, the wind immediately retracted, his soul wings retracted and his body plunged to the ground.

The original five-meter sweep turned into ten meters, and how stunning that huge red arc was. With an almost insane roar, the target was instantly found in the unbeaten day of hate. Yellow Springs held up violently at the end of the day, striking in the air and splitting into the wind.

Biting his teeth hard, the wind did not retreat, facing a body that hated the heavens and the earth, and a flame stabbed him in the past.

“Guardian of the Evil Seal!!! ”

Huge bombardment sounded over his head, perfectly resisted, but caused a violent tremor in the body of the wind, less than shocked by the horrific attack power of the sword, and the flames of the wind had been stabbed to death. Meanwhile, as soon as his foot landed on the ground, Huo Luo of his right hand stabbed out and nailed the shadow of hate to death on the ground.

Finally, a long sigh of relief, the windy body retreated fiercely, winking thirty meters away, the Xuanxuan sword fantasized into a Xuanxuan bow, the stormy arrow shot toward the heaven of hatred, which was struggling hard.

Six arrows a second. With Hurofan's Attack Boost, each arrow can inflict over 7,000 damage. Life in the God-killing barrier is decreasing at an extremely rapid rate. The wind, however, was astonished that the day of hate took only three seconds to break free of the shadow bondage, while five "death roars” flew towards him.

The storm arrows are still going on and the hateful body is constantly being repelled. The whisper was also interrupted. Hate Day lost all reason at this time, but only without a sense of battle. After being unable to break through the storm arrow, his body flashed red, his body appeared over the head of the wind and another sword struck in the air.

Boom!!!

The ground on which the wind had originally stood was bombarded out of a large hole up to two metres deep. The swept wind swept away as a cane, and his right hand gently drew a circle, then bounced his finger. Only he knew that it was actually the shape of a clock.

A small clock formed over the head of the day of hatred and disappeared instantly, attracting little attention from anyone. Not to mention that at the moment the clock appeared, the only pointer on it moved backwards.

Surprisingly and inexplicably happened to all. Rising, lifting, raising swords, attacking... people clearly saw every move of hate day, because his movements... became strangely slow, as if they were slowed deliberately.

The wind escaped his murderous spell with ease, and the same clock appeared above his head, only that fine pointer walked in the right direction.

The world in front of us seems to have changed dramatically, hate the sky rush, the players waved and turned their heads much slower than usual, even the sound became longer than usual deformed. Even the flow of air seems to be getting very slow.

In the eyes of all players, however, his movements suddenly became violent and almost unacceptable. Because it's definitely not just about moving faster, it's... it's like watching a movie.

The feeling of manipulating the time flow rate is really amazing.

The first time you use the Time Ring, it works much better than the wind expected. One is slowed down, one is accelerated, and he can see every tiny move in the day of hatred. He was convinced that he had absolutely no possibility of attacking himself if he did not want to.

The pressure disappeared without a trace, the wind rushed directly up, and in a flash, two incendiary blasts struck him. The yellow spring was about to attack him before sprinkling back and running away, and then again, in that seemingly “strange length” of the harvest gap, two incendiaries were slashed.

There was little suspense in the battle, and in the eyes of the wind, hatred at this time seemed to be like a child with a divine weapon of war, who, despite his powerful ability to attack, could no longer harm him. One minute is enough for him to break down his barrier and kill himself.

In just a few seconds, that red barrier was completely broken down as a group of red and yellow crossings accelerated to almost indistinguishable numbers of injuries.

Perhaps just now, from the outside world, everything suddenly turned fast, feeling the breakdown of the protective barrier, a ghost crying out of hate from the throat. The action of letting the wind rush to life stopped, and my heart felt extremely upset for a while.