Legend of the Asura

Everyone there is ugly, a vicious god is evil, and his body takes on all sorts of horrible shapes. From the first day he entered there, he was forced to begin cruel training, but he had no complaints whatsoever, because he had the blood and instincts to kill God for strength and battle, and because of the purest hatred in his heart, he was going to become stronger, he was going to avenge, he was going to kill all the humans who wanted to exterminate his white family.

Since then, all he has left in his life is practice swords, sleep, gradually, this pathological cruel training has become his habit, sometimes he will even wave the heavy sword of his hand for days and nights, until he is tired and unconscious, he is like a crazy machine, and it has lasted for 20 years.

Apart from brutal training, his world is empty. And so, in his twenties, he actually surpassed Huaxia's most powerful sword god.

The only warmth was the tears on her face every time before he went into a coma.

She is his sister… but his world is doomed not to be bound and connected, otherwise he will not be a true god killer.

They're a bunch of lunatics, a bunch of lunatics with no humanity. They tried to use more brutal training methods to make him stronger. Because only if he gets stronger will he be able to break the line that only humans can break, and they will be able to leave this place, where the sun will never shine.

And for Meizu, they were never indifferent, never asked her to do anything, never talked to her, let her do anything, as if she didn't exist at all. They are insane, but they are definitely not fools, and they know that only the presence of rain can make hate heaven not truly collapse in the misery of inhumans.

If they were worthless, would they allow her to exist?

A year ago, he heard the call of Yellow Springs of the End, so he walked out of there and came back to the world. The people there also seemed to see hope, and when they had given him enough power, they came back to destroy the seal, and they would help him avenge himself and help him slaughter the world.

The slaughter of the world… it was a simple hatred of a child as young as two years old, and a hatred that accompanied him for two cruel years. But when he grows up, will he really kill the world like crazy?

On his way back to the world, he got the Yellow Springs of the End, the divine weapon connected to his veins that could follow him into and out of both worlds. In his turn, he kills every day, but he knows that not everyone he kills actually dies, not that kind of killing, not really killing.

But why, if he can't do real killing, he can only use this false killing in this world to unleash his own confusion.

Is it because she's always with herself, or because her deep-rooted 20-year beliefs are shaking?

It wasn't until he got out of there that he started touching the world. Originally, he thought it was a world full of evil people and ugly faces, but gradually he found out that he was wrong, that he saw more of that warm harmony, and that smile that he had seen only on her face over the past two decades.

In contrast, it is the true darkness, the true ugliness and the extinction of humanity that he has lived in for two decades in a cruel world.

Slowly, he fell in love with the world, reluctant to think about that hellish past, and in the midst of his latent acquiescence, he gradually began to develop complex emotions rather than a single hatred.

The slaughter knife of the god, never really falls. And in that dark place, he never went back, even began to forget their existence and forgot the “mission” they had entrusted to him.

Lost his goal, he was getting lost, wondering where he was going and what he was going to do.

Finally, one day, he finally had a new goal - Shura.

Killing God is powerful, killing, belligerent, wanting one defeat without allowing himself to fail. The first time he fought Shura, he lost. The second time he fought at the Huaxia Martial Arts Congress, he still lost. In the real world, he met him again - cruelly trained for more than twenty years, with Yellow Springs of the End in his hand… still defeated.

So he became his target. The arrogance of killing God does not allow him to fail. The world, the real world.

It's just, after you beat him, what are you supposed to do? Why the hell would I be here? What's the point of survival?

In confusion, his gaze lost focus, his footsteps lost direction, and the sound of treading was heavier than once.

Sitting on the grass, Xiao Tian gazed and, after seeing the day of hate, stood up violently.

His rise will also awaken the heaven from confusion, see Xiao Tian, hate the heaven's eyes slightly, because this is the man who broke through his killing barrier at the Huaxia Martial Arts Congress and ended up with him.

He's, like, strong.

So, hatred called the Yellow Springs of the End, and the desire to kill arose in his eyes. However, his attention was quickly diverted as he caught a dead-eye pair.

The killing body is surrounded by natural exudation, so that people don't fight and fear killing, while the death, is the death that can phage life, killing and colliding with death, they all smell the dangerous smell from each other.

Hate Heaven's body turned, the tip of the sword pointed to Yang Aotian, essentially brutal killing and fierce release, like a knife straight to Yang Aotian.

Xiao Tian, who is ready for battle, can't help but chop a sword and hate heaven... I see the deviant, I actually look down on you Master Xiao!!

Xiao Tian patiently sat back on the grass, looking forward to the battle between God and Death. He wanted to see their true power and wonder where the gap was between himself and them.

One for the divine profession, one for the reaper profession, one for the cold-blooded ruthless, one for the dead, one for the last Yellow Springs of the super artifact, one for the super artifact cause-and-effect circle, two people seem completely different, but under coordination, there are amazing similarities.

Faced with the killing anger of Hate Heaven, Yang Aotian glanced at him with a faint glance, still sitting calmly there, like a weathered dry corpse. Around his body, the green grass, which was exhausted, was easily blown away by the wind and walked with it.

Hate the heavens hands holding the sword, the body suddenly jumped, one of the most common chopped on Yang Aotian, the contact part of the sword with the body, a "bang” sounded.

Yang Aotian remained motionless and bluntly said: “I will only kill those who deserve to be killed. ”

It is He who kills only those whom He hates, and obstructs him, and His power is only for revenge.

The indifferent tone, the unharmed posture, the gray injury numbers made me hate Tian Eyebrow locked tight, he snorted cold, his hands raised, the blood on Yellow Springs at the end of the day burst, then slashed hard.

This time, Yang Aotian finally moved. The dark shadow translated three feet like a ghost. Yellow Springs broke hard on the ground at the end of the day, and the frightened turf rose.

Hate the heavens to retrieve the Yellow Springs of the End, snorting once again: "I will not fight against those who do not have the will. ”

He turned around indifferently and headed east. Mei Yu looked at the mysterious reaper and followed him. She has been following him so incessantly that he slowly quenches his anger and hatred and accepts the world.

She was bitter, tired, but had no regrets.

“Awesome, it doesn't look like you're not afraid to attack.” Xiao Tian clapped his ass and stood up and said. From his escape just now, he realized something, but unfortunately a wonderful battle could not take place.

“Fear of fire, fear of light, fear of life.” Yang Aotian sank low.

“I know that. What about the attack?” Xiao Tiantong suddenly asked: “What is the maximum attack you can withstand? ”

“One hundred thousand! ”

“Oh… that means I can't hurt you at all unless I can hit over 100,000 at a time?” Xiao Tian said something.

“Yes!”

“What if it's over 100,000? Will you just hang up? ”

Perhaps 100,000 is the upper limit of the damage that his body can bear, and if it exceeds 100,000, his body will suffer damage, or he will not be able to handle it directly and be killed.

“No!”

Xiao Tian's eyes glanced: “Do you? ”

“It's going down,” Yang Aotian said coldly.

Death, though a player, will not really die at this time. When his “life” is emptied like a regular player, he will also fall into ranks, but will not die.

“Oh... I see.” Xiao Tian finally had a psychological equilibrium, and while he was still an impossible “god” to die for, there was at last no degree of rebellion to the equilibrium.

He's sort of a little BUG in the world… but the first condition to be a little BUG is death.

And Shura, is a super big BUG! His presence has completely reduced all other players to companionship.

Yang Aotian stood up and looked deeply at the West, which belonged to the reaper.

“Thinking about going to Simon's again?” Xiao Tian said. Looking at his demeanor and gaze, he knew what he was thinking, and besides the Siemens, he probably wouldn't think of anything else.

Yang Aotian nodded slightly.

Xiao Tian shook his head and persuaded him to say: “Believe me, I understand how you feel. It's cheap for that bastard to die 10,000 times, but you should know more about the context of the Simon family, which involves too much complexity and even to some extent leads to the economic lifeblood of Huaxia as a whole. After all, the boss is from the Dragon family. If you go so far, regardless of the outcome, you are likely to cause a great deal of trouble to the Dragon family. So, let's wait for the boss to come back and he won't let you down. ”

Yang Aotian did not refute, but nodded slowly. Perhaps the only person in the world who can keep him from revenge is the loose ends. Because he saved him and saved his sister, even his present strength was given to him, and perhaps his mercy could not be repaid in this world, so he would never do anything that might be detrimental to him.

At this moment, their “boss" was lying comfortably in the arms of a fairy, silently counting time with his eyes closed.

He had to participate in the World Martial Arts Congress.