Legend of the Asura

White life falls rapidly in the storm arrow, but the storm cannot be unlocked. So his body flashed, and he appeared above the wind with a "God of Killer Coming”. However, he did not take the opportunity to launch an attack, and how could he not see that he had been made to do so intentionally, knowing that he could easily escape.

Indeed, the storm arrows stopped the moment it vanished in the white. The right hand Shura started flashing red light... suddenly, the smile on the face of the wind disappeared, but replaced it with a stunner, because the white body actually... no shadow!

The moment he wanted to show up for nothing, for real? The shadow shaped him and then attacked him with a storm arrow, not much time to think in haste, thus ignoring this particular space.

It's a deep underground space, and naturally there can't be sunlight. But the strange light is like daylight, as if everything that exists here emits the most natural light. And so, the ubiquitous and overly uniform luminous spots leave no shadow here.

The instant the wind fainted, caught in the cold eyes in the air, his eyebrows wrinkled, his hands swung in the air, the original sword more than a dozen meters rapidly contracted, only about half a meter left. That is a divine threat that has multiplied. Energy, also compressed to the extreme with the compression of the sword.

With a loud bang, the wind was blown out by this hegemonic blow, landing dozens of metres away on the ground and losing nearly a fifth of its life. This blow would have been enough to empty his blood trough if it had not been offset by the injury of Gaia's Guardian God.

It seems that the body was severed from the face, painful and heartfelt. With Shura's true protection, his body was not injured and even his life was restored to full fullness at the moment he stood up, but he still felt a deep sense of frustration. If this was a real battle in the real world, it would have killed itself.

“You're distracted.” Grab the sword with your right hand from the white, with the tip of the sword obliquely pointing to the ground. His life is also rapidly recovering. Of course, this “fast” is far from being compared to a breeze with an ageless fountain stamp.

He has no cunning necessity or reason to stand tall. Once again, the sword in your hand switches to the Shura Magic Sword. Once you have both eyebrows, the power of the three Light Spirits covers your body and then suddenly comes forward.

Spiritual wind, shadow, spiritual wind.

Speed, more than twice the sound, combined with the effect of the time finger wheel, white eyes have completely failed to capture the trajectory of the wind's escape, as if he had turned into an invisible wind. The only thing you can feel is that pale wind.

Boo!

Boo!

Boo!

Two seconds later, he was stabbed three times by a windy wind, “The Fire God", taking more than 10 million lives.

White did not appear to panic. His eyes couldn't capture his tracks, so he simply closed his eyes to capture the wind. At the moment when his body was again stabbed by Shura's magic sword, his eyes opened violently, the blood shone, the cold soul sword flashed in his hand, and a hundred meters long blood sword flashed instantly.

White starts, his body starts spinning in place, and it gets faster and faster, and finally it reaches like a tornado spinning at a very fast speed. That incredible blood sword also danced with the gorgeous rotation of his body, turning instantly like a thousand, cutting everything around him in a white dance.

One sword… two swords… the pain of being cut almost drowned in the sense of impunity. Right in front of you, around you, even beneath your feet in the sky, is that seemingly omniscient red light of terror. With his hands strenuously spread out, he finally carried out the Guardian God's Shield before the next cut. A shield as tall as the body of the wind appeared on the surface of the body of the wind and then did not enter his body.

90% of the damage is offset by the Guardian God's Shield, which really reduces the pressure on Shura. The wind took a soothing breath and tried to resist the whirlpool of tears, finally breaking out of range after enduring five cuts.

What a horrible blood-sucking dance. I don't know how many people can be cut off instantly on the battlefield, creating a bloody sea of corpses.

The "Blood Dance of the Gods” has ceased, and the life of the wind has been restored. Five bloody winds shot at him at an incredible rate at that moment when the red light blew out.

White skills are close, and the time interval between recruitment and recruitment - almost zero!

This skill, which seems to have known each other before, appears to be different from what he knows.

Yellow Springs Roar - is this an advanced version of Yellow Springs Roar, a tracking skill that hates heaven?!?

It's still five tracks, but it's clearly faster, and even that bloody smell seems to be getting stronger. The accelerating state of the wind has not disappeared, so easily avoids bypassing it and rushes towards the white rise in the distance.

Then five of the same blood winds came from before him.

The wind finally surprised me and the movement stalled.

Invisible, he saw white tattoos not moving a hundred meters away, his body tilted, and his sword slanted to the ground, as if he was continuing his skills.

Not only does it get very fast, but it can be released twice in a row.

The skill lasts for five seconds at this time and will not be able to move for five seconds unless attacked. And only if he is attacked can the yell of the Yellow Springs disappear, otherwise there will be no intermittent pursuit in 30 seconds.

Ten bloody winds, like ten bloody dragons, shook the space, hidden screams, blocked the front and rear of the wind. But with four powerful acceleration skills, he is a few points faster than these winds and doesn't even need to use the space door, he has bypassed the siege of ten winds, rushing white like lightning.

Hundred meters away, enough white to judge how long the wind ran before him. In the judgment of impunity, the blatant inability to act at this time waved the accumulated “God-killing spell" and swept forward.

Completely out of time, the wind has not awakened from the horrors, and the abrupt killings have come to pass. But his forward stroke was too fast to be seen in vain, and his attack did not hit his body, but rather heavy bombardment on the left arm of the wind, smashing him close to 100 metres. In the course of his reverse flight, ten winds of blood were not missed and all bombarded his body, making him feel like being plunged into his body one by one by ten cold swords.

Had it not been for the Guardian's Shield, he would have been killed. Standing up, he looked at the shadow approaching him.

The God of Killing, his mightiness, his gesture of killing, his strangeness, his calm, all bear the title of “God”.

Boom!

A crack spread along the center line of his arm from the windy left shoulder to his left middle finger. Shura's true left arm was completely split from Shura's right hand, revealing a striking wound that stretched from his left shoulder to his left hand. Blood slowly drips down along the wounds, dropping on the ground, and a clear drop of blood sounds in a silent space.

The wind swept in the air and trembled violently in his left arm.

“Ding! Your gear 'Shura's Reverse Scale' is broken moderately, all additional attributes are reduced by 30%, and the skill 'Dead Hand’ effect is reduced by 30%. ”

“Ding! Your gear 'Huro's true appearance' was slightly damaged, all attributes decreased by 15% and all skill effects decreased by 10%. ”

The yellow light flashed in the windy body, and the constant source of life injected into the windy body from the stamp, causing the long wound on his left arm to heal quickly within two seconds, as if it had never appeared. And the broken repair gear is irreparable.

“You trust your judgment too much, it's a big taboo. ”

Still that indifferent look that never seems to change. But under such attack, the wind seemed unharmed at the moment, which made his eyebrows shrug for a moment.

“Heh... heh. ”

The wind rubbed the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed, with a silky, gloomy smell in his laughter.

He lifted his left hand and stared dead at the white: his cold face said: "His name is Shura's Reverse Scale, and he has been with me for almost a year. In this world, it gives me the power to attack, and by doing so, I have defeated many enemies far more powerful than my enemies, and I have been overwhelmed at many critical moments. ”

He looked at him with cold eyes.

Keep lifting your left arm to reveal the cleaved groove. “It's called Shura's true appearance, and it's also the most powerful part of my Shura equipment. Though it only accompanied me for a few days, it accompanied me for nearly a million lives, in order to block countless pieces of blood. ”

The eyes of the wind are getting gloomy: “They are all my partners, and after drinking countless pieces of blood, they even show signs of evolution into super artifacts. Now... you're destroying them. ”

“So I got angry. ”

There was a slight movement on his pale and calm face, as he clearly felt that the war spirit from the wind was slowly turning into a stronger and stronger killing.

For two pieces of equipment, this is incomprehensible.

Lost Wind Yao, exhausted his pain, after the baptism of the abyss and blood, he was suddenly awake, his pursuit has always been wrong. Without Yao 'er, he is the number one in the world, even if he gets the world.

After the incarnation of Shura, he realized, his heart was tired. But everything that matters to him, his lover, his friends, his companions, even his Shura gear, which he has always been with, has become an inverse scale that he cannot touch.

He slowly lowered his arms and had replaced them with shiny golden squares. “Until then, I was afraid to attack you in the face because I was afraid of pain and injury. I am, after all, just a human being, not a god like you who even has sensory abilities. And my biggest fear is that you will hurt my partner, because you are a godlike being, and it is not difficult to destroy them. ”

“But again and again, you have left my calculations flawed, and your field experience is certainly not comparable to mine. They're still destroyed by you. Although it is a minor wound that can be repaired, it is enough to make me angry. They empower me, but I don't protect them, and I... don't deserve to worry! ”

Lifting the sculpture, he headed straight for the white rise twenty meters away.

(The first time was a formal promotion of a book, and the two direct cars didn't show up, and the cup utensils were home. Make it up this time, or I'll show you my death!