Legend of the Asura

(Um, sixth more. The seventh is around 10 o'clock, and after 0 o'clock there is one more. Let's do it.

The dangerous smell of blood approached, and Yellow Springs, which had originally grown to three meters, produced a bloody sword more than three feet long. That suffocating pressure leaned backwards uncontrollably on the body of the wind. The wind did not escape, feeling the approaching of the Yellow Springs of the Last Day. He did not hesitate to cross over and similarly did his best to split to the Yellow Springs of the Last Day.

It is impossible to describe the sound of that moment. At the moment when the sword and the Yellow Springs of the Last Day intersect, the bodies of the two men became completely solidified in an instant, and even their consciousness became blank at the same time. Between the golden light and the bloody light flashes, it makes strange sounds like lightning attraction.

Yellow Springs of the Last Day has a greater sword than Xuan. But at this moment, under the ever-increasing golden rays of Xuan, it seemed a little bleak. Although Xuan still has a seal, it is after all the most powerful force in Oriental mythology! Being able to stand up to this moment is enough to demonstrate its strength.

The eyes of the two collided. Almost at the same time, the weapons in both hands flipped simultaneously, and tremendous thrust shook them out with the outbreak of power. The windswept body stops more than a dozen meters backwards, and the roundabout in the hand draws a deep ditch more than a dozen meters long. Hate day has been steadily stopped just a few steps back, and he looks indifferently at the wind.

Face to face, with the wind slightly downwind. He patted the dust on his body and said coldly: “You are strong and your sword is stronger than I expected... so take my sword and try it!! ”

Under the black night, the burning golden flame of the bear was so dazzling that it was hard to see. The irresistible pressure seemed to have been felt and the Yellow Springs of the End had a slight tremor. With an eyebrow wrinkled and a thick face lifting the Yellow Springs of the End, a horrible and intense bloodshed began to gather.

This time, the wind broke out first, his body rushed forward, his hands were flooded by golden mang with a superior momentum to the body of hate, at this time, the wind's ears slightly moved, because he clearly heard a light footsteps approaching the courtyard door, maybe heard something unusual noise, the footsteps quickened.

“King's Landing!! ”

The golden sword was broken, and a suffocating and bloody air swept into the air.

Boom...

The body of the wind rolled sharply in the air for a few weeks before holding the sword to the ground, while the body of hate shot out like a shell, smashed through the cabin behind it and continued to fly dozens of meters before hitting the ground severely, all trapped in the majority of the ground. Meanwhile, the Last Yellow Springs in his hand fell from the air and plunged into the land beside him.

The dilapidated but spotlessly stained courtyard door was pushed open. With a glimpse of the wind, the first thing he saw was a pair of watery eyes, but at the moment those eyes were filled with horrors.

“Hate God!!” She shouted, throwing away what she had just bought in her hand, and Chuchu ran to him desperately.

“This woman... is it her? ”

Without waiting for the rain to approach, Hate the sky had risen from the ground, and the Yellow Springs of the Last Day were pulled out painstakingly, and the body of the dispersed force dragged the sword, one step at a time, limping towards this side.

“Hate God! You all right? You all right?” Mei Yu looked painfully at his scales, all over his body seeping into the bloodthirsty day, and went forward to try to hold him.

“Fuck off! ”

He waved mercilessly, letting his body pound again. Mei Yu stopped and stared closely at each of his movements. She's used to this kind of reprimand.

Under “King's Landing", Yellow Springs was not broken at the end of the day, perhaps not even damaged. Hate Heaven, he is now weak but still able to act and is conscious, indicating that he has not suffered too much damage.

There was almost no threat to the day of hatred at that time, but the wind looked up to him again. Had it not been for his hands, he would have lost against him. Strong to the extreme body, mighty to the extreme Yellow Springs of the Last Day... the world is huge, indeed the tiger hidden dragon. And he, who is only in his twenties, is a man who transcends the Ye Emperor. He's strong, not just in the turn. Even in relative terms, his threat to impunity in reality far outweighs his return to the world.

Mirai's head slowly followed behind her hatred, and suddenly, her eyes trembled and she finally thought of the man who had beaten the hatred away. In a hurry, he stood in front of his hatred and looked at the wind.

“Who are you! ”

Just as she said it, she looked at the man, Autumn Bo slowly flashed and couldn't help it. The man stood proudly there with a golden sword, his eyes sighted at himself as well. Through the blurred moonlight, she finally saw him, dazed in front of her and lost sight, only this mysterious man. This is a handsome, almost demonic man who is measuring his own eyes as if in a flash he had taken all her sanity!

Moving away from her eyes to soothe her accelerating heartbeat, she looked at him again with a blurred look of anger, although she did not feel a dangerous breath from him.

“I don't think you've heard of my name. But my other name you should know.” The wind smiled with a smile, and lifted its head: “Shuro! ”

The name gives her eyes a flash of contraction.

“Why should the Bai descendants join the devil? ”

A faint phrase shivered the rainy body and her face looked a little pale due to extreme surprise.

“I think we'll see each other again.” Without looking at their beauty, the wind retreated and turned its body, vanishing into the night.

Hate God, what do you hate?

But one day, I will know from you exactly where the remnants of the demon race are sealed.

Back in the cabin, the wind remained silent. Xiao Tian didn't ask anything either.

“Tell me where we are now.” The contemplative wind suddenly said.

…………………………

“Who the hell is he...” He looked at the dark night like he was in a dream.

A dull landing sound… holding on to the Yellow Springs of the End, his body finally lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground as his breath fluctuated dramatically.

Though it is not a complete form of Xuan, it is, after all, Xuan. Is the hatred of today's state resistant to the Yellow Springs of the Last Day?

…………………………

Half a month later, mid-December 2209.

Though it is impossible to compare the speed of preparation of the city with the hand of God, it does not take too long. Half a month later, with a system tone that rings across the Tianlong continent. A city called Tianjin City began to be built a hundred miles north of Tianlong Imperial City. And the news is putting a lot of pressure on countries around the world. Because the first city in the world to be built by players is now in the Warsaw War Zone, and this is the second one that's about to be created, and it's about to be located in Warsaw - although the size of the city doesn't seem comparable to that of the City of Wind Souls, it's also a pretty huge force to develop.

After the construction of the city began, a large number of intelligence agents spread all over the Tianlong mainland to keep an eye on the movements of the major gangs in case of uncertainty. And a team of exaggerated people guarded themselves outside the city, but three days later, they didn't hear any movement, and the nerves slowly relaxed while they were confused.

The beginning of the establishment of "Tianjin City" did not cause much excitement. Since Tiansha Fengyun obtained the building token, this result has been fated. And there was already a city of souls that shook the world, and the forthcoming "City of Antarctica” did not bring them much freshness. Even no one believes that its future achievements will be comparable to those of Wind Soul City.

And for Huaxia players, or the world, a name begins to get into their sight and become clearer and clearer in their hearts.

Dragonwind Group!!

Whether it's the Emperor City of Tianlong, the City of Ice and Snow, the City of Fire, the City of Thunder, the City of Wind and Soul, it's filled with the name of this new-founding company and the incredible products it's about to launch into the market. This scale, such exaggerated advertising, makes countless merchants jealous. And the effect of this exaggerated advertisement is also obvious, and the topics that people talk about every day, some of them are always directed at this mysterious group of dragonflies.

And what interests them most is the first press conference held by the Tornado Group three days later. They are said to be launching a truly landmark product at that press conference.

For some time now, Wind City has been completely lost to Lady, not a word asked. He believed that the management of Wind Town was not a problem, given the capabilities of the Reindeer and his familiarity with the people of Thunder Town. And he didn't even have the interest to ask about the “City of Tianjin”, which he started building. Every day, he walks around in some hidden maps of Thunder City with a few women. The level is not tight, but it is not slow, but in the eyes of ordinary players, it can only be described as "flying.”

“Ding! Congratulations player ‘Wind Soul' has been upgraded to level 74...”

The long-running upgrade tone is still so delightful. The wind laughed with satisfaction. After level 70, the average player may not be able to advance to level 1 for ten days, while he stops for half a month and easily advances to level 2. He walked over and held the baby in his hand, holding the star in his hand: "Well, that's it for today, we should go home and see. ”

In a huge courtyard outside the Windy Sleeping Palace, three young girls chased after each other like three little butterflies. As soon as the wind appeared, it collided with one of them.

“Ooh, that hurts.” Nangong Xiangling covered his aching forehead and looked at the sudden appearance of the wind, his lips unknowingly raised high.

Xiangxue and Xiangxiang also stopped chasing, jumping like little rabbits to the wind, “Brother, you are so bad, my family is in pain, tell me how to compensate! ”

The wind has been awkward for a while... when will these three little girls grow up?

The Nangong three sisters have the same profession and are all magicians. But ever since they arrived in Tianlong Imperial City, they never went to play with the little monsters, and then simply stopped escalating with the tsunami moon, playing freely every day. Recently, we have been tired of playing in Miyagi in Fengcheng.