Legend of the Asura

A few hours later, humans appeared again in Shura's sight out of the realm of the Imperial City.

This is a small village located close to the Imperial City. Today, this normally small village is surprisingly lively, * cursing and scolding the players of Shura and the NPCs fleeing.

The moment I saw Shura. Countless screams of terror and quiet villages were suddenly overshadowed by the shadows of fear. Panicked people were like demons, running with rolls... Desperately fleeing, no one tried to attack and resist.

They've been comfortable for too long and they're used to it. The emergence of a true demon is simply enough to destroy their psychological defences.

He destroyed the Patriotic Super Artifact, he destroyed the National Artifact, he killed the Emperor, he destroyed the Emperor City, and even the Great God of Tianzhao died in his hands. Such demons, how do they resist? Resist what? Running room with no life, they seemed to have seen the end of Dongyu.

The Devil's Sword exposes its fangs again, dyeing blood again after penetrating a person's body.

If Shura wants to die, he must die, and any escape will be futile.

Shura is already a demon that they cannot resist at all, not to mention Shura, who possesses the god of war. Every sword he wielded was a horrific blow to the whole East Side.

Every time he moves, one person dies in a scream, and every time he waves his sword, new blood stains the Devil's Sword with his whole body. He kills people at a chilly rate, and his face stays flat all the time, as if he harvests not human life, but tiny straw.

A woman who fell on her knees in fear begged for forgiveness and was nailed to death by Shura...

The world of Shura has never had four words of mercy.

Hate and despair have made Shura, and only more blood can nourish that indifferent to almost dead soul.

Too much blood began to sink into streams and began to run wild on the earth. The earth, stained with blood and sunset, has long been devoid of the smell of dirt, but of pure blood.

The killing lasted for an hour… two hours… until the sun retracted its light, as if it was also fearful of shrinking for purgatory in the world.

A gust of wind blew through, giving it a strong, bloody smell.

Shura stood in a position stacked with broken arm limbs. He bathed in blood as if he were a blood demon from the abyss of purgatory. Once again, the quiet surrounding village, once lively and peaceful, at this time is nothing but a bloody depiction of hell in death. In the world of Shura, all that remains is Xuan Wan's almost desperate cry and sighing cry.

Drip...

The last drop of blood fell from the magic sword and infiltrated the land beneath Shura's feet, and the blood-stained magic sword regained its true color. It doesn't know how many more lives it harvested and how much new blood it drank.

A brief slaughterhouse wiped out the lives of countless NPCs and overshadowed the unwavering shadows of fear and blood sea memories of countless Dongxiang players.

Looking far away, Shura summoned up his mount and flew fast. In confusion, blurred memories told him that in front, there was a town with stars and chess cloth, and then in front, there was the second largest city in the East - the City of Sunrise!

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Draw the sword, stab, harvest the sword, do it instantly. Twelve red-yellow stacked numbers float, and a giant bear falls in a roar.

In the face of the World Martial Arts Congress, which is about the future of Huaxia, Xiao Tian, apart from other thoughts, wholeheartedly improved his strength and even forced himself to stop thinking about Shuro.

“Can't defeat… defeat, Hua Xia is in danger, I Xiao Tian is Hua Xia's sinner! ”

Another instant stab, seconds to kill the giant bear just brushed out.

The 80-grade Xiaotian profession remains the Chasing Swordsman, a profession he has learned and named himself, and only he can advance the profession. So he continues to try to push the limits of his hand speed again, like he did when he learned to chase a star sword.

His “mess” can instantly stab the twelve swords, as well as a well-deserved and terrible skill, even the "Fire God Chopped” can only stab six swords. But he still feels inadequate, and those who qualify for the World Martial Arts Congress are the real strong, each at the top of a nation's strengths. Invisible, but heavy as mountain pressures pressured him.

In contrast to him, Chen Bing-er has been waiting for Shuro's return. It is as if there is no interest in the future of the World Martial Arts Congress in Huaxia.

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A group of people were blocked from Shuro, and players from all walks of life were everywhere. Each of them is full of fierceness and resentment. After forming a 10,000-person team, these almost insane players finally had the nerve to face Shura.

But the moment Shura appeared in their sight, they heard the heart beating so hard that it almost burst out.

In front of the team, the original momentum came, vowing to annihilate a large part of Hulo's players, clearly feeling his legs trembling and his footsteps moving unconsciously in fear.

Only by facing Shura personally can you truly experience the horrors of Shura. Shura, the "God of War Enclosure", possesses an atmosphere far beyond the Demon God, and they can barely breathe in oppression. He was like a great mountain, but they were a bunch of humble ants.

Countless ants may be able to move a boulder, but they will never be able to shake a mountain.

The desolate forest appeared on Shura's face, and the players he had swept away, such as falling into the ice, fought a cold war in the cold of fear.

“Go... kill, kill, kill Shura! ”

After saying this, Yamamoto's back was completely wet by cold sweat, and his body was almost paralyzed in tremors.

He had not witnessed and experienced the scene of Shura's massacre of the Imperial City, and had not even seen him face to face since Shura's return. He thought that Shura was still the Shura who had humiliated him to the face of the gray head, though powerful, but definitely not to the point where he was terrified. Faced with some complaints of player tremors, he even snorted. Though he has always been shocked by the way Shura destroyed Emperor City and killed Tianzhao.

The moment I saw Shura, he regretted it. I regret being here. That terrible momentum, like a sickle slit his throat... he finally knows what it means to be frightened without a war. Even begin to believe that momentum can kill people invisible.

The vast team remained strangely quiet and did not act because of the shouting of Yamamoto, and under the cover of Shuro, they all had great difficulty breathing, let alone maintaining the ambition and hatred of a minute ago. Many have even forgotten what they came for, and most have begun to want to escape this terrible aura as far away from Shura as possible.

Facing him is like facing a reaper who can easily harvest his life at any time.

Shu Luo's figure drew a flashing black line, suddenly appeared in the crowd, the dense crowd had to panic in the future, the magic sword had swept away the bloodshed, and six people drank blood and died instantly. Meanwhile, his soul wings swept past him, and the five men behind him were separated at the same time by the wingblades. Before he died, he did not forget to release his frightened scream.

In just one second, the body of the Devil's Sword and Shura was again stained red with blood, fresh blood was slowly eaten by Shura's equipment, and future and devoured dripped down along the body.

The first thing these Toyotomi players think about is not fighting back, but fleeing like a tide. They didn't have the guts to do it, and Shura's just one look, one move, was enough to break their hearts.

Anyone who has no strength but tries to annihilate Shura will know what regret is.

“Don't mess around! Siege, siege... Siege him... Don't forget our purpose, bet on the dignity of our Dongyu players, and do everything you can to kill Shura! ”

The voice was submerged by a continuous scream, and Shura spun herself, strangling more than a dozen people with a bloody tornado with a "light wheel”. No one can resist his slight blow. When Shura passed by, the showers of blood were rolled up, and whoever was touched by the wings of the demon god was cut to pieces.

In just a few seconds, all enemies within a dozen metres of Shura were cut in two, even the cavalry on the horseback were cut in half with their horseback. Shu Luo raised his head coldly and waved in front of the demon god. “The god of the wind dance" rolled up the tornado and rushed forward. A dense, spaceless arrow cut the flesh. Shu Luo's front was cleared of a five-meter blood path, extending to a distance of thirty meters. All archers and magicians along the way did not hesitate to splash blood.

The crowd in the rear finally shouted and shouted, not to boost their momentum, but to be as bold for themselves as possible. In front of Shura, their momentum was simply overwhelming.

With a "gangster move" - immortality! ”The shouting, rushing towards the thousands of people in Shura, suddenly formed a half-balled barrier that covered the entire thousand.

The "Immortal Junction" was completed, and they saw so much comfort and hope, shouting a few points higher, killing Shuro with a hard scalp.

Once the immortal junction is formed, all persons protected by the junction will not be harmed unless the junction is broken. This gang skill needs to be broken by one gang up or down during a gang war, and it is not easy for a single person to deal with it.

But…

Shu Luo lightly swept, the immortal junction collapsed in the crisp sound of “bang” and completely dissipated.

Immediately after a blow, all the enemies just approaching around Shura were swept away and the limbs of the enemies falling around Shura were piled into a circle of bodies.

The devil... the Toyota player, whose heart was almost frightened, took a direct breath of air, and some of his pale face even began to turn and throw up.

A few people have really seen blood, let alone common.

No one dared approach Shura any more, and the archer hiding behind the shield was ordered to shoot at Shura with his scalp up, hoping to block the demon's footsteps. The sky's arrow rain was completely ignored by Shura, his body flashed and lightning rushed forward into the shield guard group riding. In the blast, the “Horror Moon” erupted violently, stirring a cloud of smoke, the fierce seven series of energy swept all the surrounding targets like a hurricane, blowing up their flesh and blood, no remains, a large pit nearly 100 meters in diameter and five feet deep on the ground!

The blow shook the entire Dongyuan continent for a few seconds.

Blood instantly stained the surrounding land and flowed to the explosion center where Shura was located. It gradually accumulated into a bloodbath, and the limbs of men and horses piled up like mountains. After Shu Luo's “horrific undermoon slaughter”, more than 900 people died without a corpse. Those who came with a fearless heart of death looked like dirt, let alone attacked forward, even moving a little became difficult.

Purgatory… they see true purgatory with their own eyes.