Legend of the Asura

"Poor clown. If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead 800 times. I'm so glad I didn't step on you before you were arrogant, because your money shield... Shh, what a great skill. This seems to be your first start. Because…” The Windy Horn shows a cynical laugh: “Once activated, this skill cannot be canceled forever. ”

Seeing a slight stunner on the knife's face, the wind continued: “What a sad skill. From today on, you may not even dare to fight monsters. It takes a few thousand gold coins to be touched by a slightly more powerful monster. Even if you have more gold coins, you don't seem to be able to afford this kind of consumption. ”

The knife stunned for a moment and smiled indifferently: “I don't know how you know, but what if you do? Hey, with my strength now, the rank is completely useless to me. Is there still a need to upgrade? ”

Money for life, money for attack. Where the monetary shield cannot be eliminated, the rank is useless and unnecessary.

“Really...” The wind raised its right hand and the giant golden bow held in its hand, while a green arrow formed on the golden bowstring. “The gold coin on you should belong to the whole Soul Band. The Bird Emperor of Dongxiao Island is really deserving, and he's willing to allocate so much money to support an organization placed in Huaxia. But... if you lose all the money in your body... Shh, a lot of people's faces must be ugly. ”

The knife's face changed and she laughed furiously: “Hahahahaha... Shuro, you're not so naive that you think you can beat me, are you? This is ridiculous! ”

A clock that was small enough not to attract anyone's attention formed on the knife head and turned a grid in reverse. And the same clock moves clockwise on the wind.

The knife was full of gold coins. Nobody knows what that is but himself. Maybe 10,000, maybe 100,000, maybe even a million. He looked proudly at the whole scene, as if it was the last demonstration before the end of the battle, without realizing that his movements had become strangely slow in the eyes of others.

“Your war zone in Huaxia will always be a laughingstock for us and the world, hahahahahahahahahahaha... Shura! Go to hell! ”

Slow and stinging sounds provoke scolding and more intense shouting. With the golden light thrown in the hand of the knife, the screaming and nervous shouting sounded all over the field, everyone's eyes widened, all nervous some movement... Shuro, you must not lose!!!

There was a strange laugh in the corner of the wind, and even a hint of relief in the laughter. At the moment when the knife waved, he clearly captured the skill message of Money Throw, and the only star and a half pressure left in his mind was gone.

20 meters throwing distance… cut!

The knife's perception of time is reduced by 30%. Even his skills were slowed by 30 per cent, and the golden coin was flying at a rate similar to the stones thrown by a three-year-old, with no threat whatsoever. He flushed his face in the direction of the gold coin, turning around as the gold coin approached his body, and in an instant came to the knife where he had not yet had time to retrieve his hand.

Bang!!

Loud slaps hit the knife in the face, surprisingly loud. The stadium calmed down for a moment, followed by a boiling cheer, and exaggerated shouts everywhere. When Shu Luo Fan died, all they felt was intolerance, silence, and even a little fear. And the same slap on the dog made them feel almost unbearable to jump.

“Ha-ha-ha... good fight! Good shot!”

“Shura! Fan him! Let TMD Little Dongxiao be arrogant. ”

“Shura! Good shot! ”

Perhaps because of the excessive force, even through the hard armor, the wind still felt the hidden pain in his right hand. He shook his wrist uncomfortably and glanced at a knife that was totally knifed at 720 degrees and said with disdain: “I don't really like being arrogant in front of me. ”

This loud slap seemed to hit all the Dongxiang players in the face, making their faces look extremely ugly for a moment.

That almost knifed his whole head off so hard that the knife's brain was completely blank that he couldn't even hear the punitive tone in his ear. When he finally reacted and grinned at the wind, his face revealed the same horror as Tiansha Fengyun, and he finally personally understood what humiliation Tiansha Fengyun had been subjected to before. The difference is, Tian Sha Fengyun is humiliated in front of all Huaxia players, and himself, in front of all Huaxia, all Dongxuan, even the world!! This humiliation and sarcasm has been multiplied by the fact that the arrogant and harsh words of the past have now been slapped publicly.

“Ah!! Die, die! Die!!! ”

More than a million gold coins were thrown wildly by the knife, and the range of the attack almost blocked all directions in front of them. At the moment when he had just made a move, the wind shoots out a hurrah and pins his shadow, then blinks and moves 30 meters away, his right hand slams, and the fierce "storm arrow" relentlessly shoots a knife through the sky's gold coins.

The wind can now shoot six arrows a second, and this "second” is relative to the amount of time he can feel himself. And in the eyes of ordinary people, he shoots eight arrows per second. And in the eye of the knife... eleven arrows!

19995, -40252, -40882, -39984, -20002, -40223…

That brilliant golden number floats on his little knife like a rain spot, and every number represents the money he lost. That huge number stunned Hua Xia and shook the world. In turn, greater cheer drowned the arena.

From this moment on, the world has finally begun to reassess the strength of Hua Xiashuoro. Because of that stormy arrow, Shura inflicted about... over 200,000 damage per second!

There was no more to be felt by the wind, and after a few money throws by a completely mad knife, he finally realized that he was too far away from Shura. As they rush forward, they find that their bodies are pulled tightly by an irresistible force. In his heart, he began to struggle and struggle to break free from the shadow. But even a fairy beast can settle for more than a dozen seconds, not to mention his little level 52 assassin.

“The boss is going to smash all his gold coins, hey, that's * awesome!” Xiao Tian smiled violently, but soon came to think of something again, muttering: “But what if that Dongxiao knife can't stand surrendering back there? These Dongyu people are born with sluts in their bones...”

“Everybody, look at the money leaderboard! ”

Without a reminder, most people have opened their money leaderboards and watched the seventh highest money figure drop rapidly. In 30 seconds, the knife finally broke free of the shadow, but his money dropped by more than seven million!

Terrible numbers that shock the world make Huaxia players almost impossible to hold out for.

Storms are still raging, and gold numbers are still flickering. The knife slapped herself hard and forced herself to calm down. He has 250 million lives, an attack that can absolutely kill him in seconds, how can he fail, how can he fail!

But what kept him cold was that although he had broken free of that power, his body had been repeatedly repelled by the arrows of frenzy, and he could not do as he wished, no matter how he evaded and how hard he tried to move forward. As his body retreated in the rain of arrows, he finally began to sweat cold on his body, before that self-confidence expanded to the extreme point began to shake, and anxiety rapidly bred in his heart. With his invincible aggression in front of Shura, he was sadly devoid of any use of force!

With no expression on his face, the wind continued to move the storm arrow, locking his body firmly and giving him no chance of escape. As the knife's body was repelled, he walked forward without giving him a chance to escape the scope of the storm's attack. Until he was forced to the edge of the arena, nailed to death on an invisible barrier.

The soul's expression grew darker and darker, he picked up the phone and said harshly: "What are you doing!! Hurry up and get him!! ”

“I… did not… have… the law…”

When his soul cooled down, he finally realized that he underestimated Shura. Things have gone a long way from what they expected.

Storm arrows can strike up to 50 metres long, and with super-high luck from the wind, almost every two arrows is enough to trigger a repellent effect, with a critical rate of more than 50 per cent. A knife that has been locked tightly for countless attempts, but sad discovery, let alone detachment, is extremely difficult to move even a little bit, completely locked on the barrier by the body completely involuntary.