Legend of the Asura

The six countries, as well as their “allies”, had already had profound exchanges long before the war, and the Dong Dynasty, as the most faithful subordinate of the United States, naturally obeyed its words. The player who came to the competition on behalf of Dong Yu Guo - one is undoubtedly Blood Cherry, and the second is the one who was killed by Shu Luo over and over again with a novice sword in the understated seconds | Main Road. William's word for "junk” refers to him. Though he was as weak as a reptile in front of Shura, he still had the second strength of Dongyu.

Getting Welsh's cue, Mountain | Main Road nodded quickly and then took a few steps forward, yelling: "Dong Ying Guo No. 2 - Summer Knife Ghost Ninja Mountain | Main Road.” After his name, he jumped onto the arena.

The challenge of the challenger cannot be rejected onstage, but if there are several people challenging together at the same time, the first step is to come to the stage.

Xiao Tian looked at the stage coldly, and he knew why Mountain | Hondo chose the active challenge. Because as long as he can beat his opponents, he will definitely designate himself as the next challenger, and then he will face a wheel fight that he will never lose.

In the crowd, he saw the bloody cherries of indifference, and a crowd of the most powerful that he could normally only see in the major media. This is a real rally of the strong... and none of them are that perverted strong.

Xiao Tian's gaze gradually turned to the distance, then instantly attracted by a woman's figure.

It was a cloudy woman, wearing a snowy white dress, and her whole body was weirdly covered in a faint white shadow with a slender figure like a pixie veil. Skin is as white as a jade. Ice and snow are as pure as ever. With a pair of extremely beautiful eyes on his face, Yao's nose is small and crisp. Cherry lips are full of seduction, and his body is in perfect shape. A handful of slim waist limbs and stunning long legs fill the pale white light envelope with sacred breath.

Most notably, her hair was blue-purple, dressed like a blue-purple satin behind her. She stood alone in the corner with a sacred face of peace. Her presence attracted the attention of almost all men, but no one came up to talk to her. Because that beauty is a beauty that cannot be desecrated.

Xiao Tian took more than a dozen seconds to retrieve her gaze and speculate about her identity.

Only two of the players who came to the competition were women, one for the bloody cherry and one for her, and she didn't have any action words, just standing there silently, and the light hid over the bloody cherry.

Who is she… why there is no information about her.

“William, have you seen that beautiful woman over there? My God, she's perfect. Not even the goddess of my dreams can match her. ”

“Well, I saw it a long time ago. Wells, don't you have any information on her? ”

“… no. I've never seen such a perfect woman. ”

William frowned: “A woman like this, you don't even know her profile, then her identity... it's not easy to think about it. Which country does she represent? ”

Wells shook his head: “I don't know. ”

William: “…”

He looked at the mysterious woman again, and in a trance, he felt a lot of pressure.

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City of Wind Souls.

Instead of searching for the Demon King, he moved back to the Lotus Pond inside Miyagi.

There was a hidden voice of war in his ear, but he couldn't care less, and he didn't have to worry too much. Summon the demon pot, point the pot towards the lotus pool in front of you, quickly suck the pool water dry and clean, then another column of hidden, crystal luminous water spray out of the pot, quickly fill the lotus pool again.

A pond full of Yaochi holy water, the wind swung out and immersed it in the pool, softly called: “Wan 'er, come back and let us fight side by side! ”

The description of the emptied sword clearly states that it cannot be repaired in any way. But any way of doing this is obviously confined to the inner circle of the world, and Yaochi Holy Water comes from the real heavens, not the world of the circle.

At the moment when the dimly lit siren touched the holy water of Yaochi, the golden mantle shoots, and the wind of a direct stab cannot open his eyes, but he is pleased to feel that the surge of power begins to gather in his hands, and the power of the siren sword is rapidly recovering.

As Lord of Xuan, he belongs to the power of Xuan, how could he not be familiar.

The water level in the pool is dropping rapidly, as it would have been if the Kunlun mirror had been repaired - even faster. In the golden moon, the sword greedily absorbed the power of Yaochi Holy Water to repair itself, while releasing the king who belonged to it, the power and holiness.

“Ding! You successfully lifted the seventh seal of the 'sealed sword'. ”

It took only three seconds to lift the seal, while restoring power was an extremely lengthy process for the wind at that time.

One minute…

Two minutes…

Three minutes…

Xuanxuan Sword is not a Kunlun mirror; the latter is only destroyed, while the former is drawn free of all power. As the most powerful force, the power it needs to fully recover is undoubtedly enormous. It is unclear how many divine powers have been gathered together in the rapid decline of the holy water, which has become part of the power of the sword.

Five minutes...

All of a sudden, a brighter buzzing sound countless times clearer than a dragon's chant came from the sword, and the dazzling sword reached its ultimate at this moment, and everything around it was glowing with no light.

The wind opened its eyes and looked at the siege he had been holding tight in his hand. The brilliant golden moon did not affect his vision in the slightest and only brought him familiar warmth. Slowly floating over the sword's body are countless stars, like the stars' arch and moon, that interact with the sun hanging in the sky.

Suddenly, the bright buzz and the gleaming golden flashes disappeared in an instant and were completely gone. At this time, the wind is holding in its hands a giant sword of gold, but the sword's body no longer shines. The wind knows that this is Xuan finally regained his strength and reached the highest realm of reversion, divinity and convergence.

The mountain river grass and the sun and moon stars introduced on both sides of the sword body have become clear at this time, only the two swordbodies encompass the whole world.

A slight vibration came from the wind, the sword suddenly reappeared and suddenly disengaged from the wind, then the sword slowly shaped in the expanding golden light...

The wind swept over his heart and felt the warm familiarity in front of him, slowly moving towards the flutter.

“Wan Er...”

As he softly cried out, the warm golden ray finally congealed into a golden maiden figure. She looks only sixteen or seven years old, wears a golden palace yarn, a lustrous figure, her golden hair is naturally swinging, her legs are cut like white jade under the veil, her feet are lightly stepped on with golden skeletons, revealing perfect crystalline jade feet. The girl blinked her pure autumn eyes and then moved forward, pounding heavily into the wind and crying.

“Wan.” The young girl in the arms of the wind, willing to destroy her existence for her sake, enjoys the warmth and intense joy of her heart.

I finally brought her back.

“Woo... Brother Feng, Wan thought she would never see you again...” Wan shrunk her body into his arms, crying like a pear blossom with rain, quickly wet a large piece of the windy chest. It was the most heinous cry of her life, not because of sadness, but because of that intense happiness and joy. She knew that none of this was a dream, because she really held him tight and smelled him.

She thought she would disappear forever, she would never see him again, and being with him for the last few moments would be the last and most precious memory of her life. But... she came back, and the last seal of the sword was completely lifted. She knew that he must have gone to the heavens for his own sake, which was impossible to reach.

“Brother Feng, Wan-er misses you so much.” Wan again shrunk her body into his arms as if she wanted to rub her body into it. At this moment, his embrace belongs only to her.

All of a sudden, her hands on her back slowly lowered, pressed on her soft little buttocks, Xuan Wan's face stained with a lovely layer of red xia, even the crying was much smaller, thought he was doing something colorful, but didn't think of resisting or struggling at all. And the hand rose high and patted her high, soaring buttocks.

Wan Er felt painful, raised his face full of tears, and looked at him with pity: "Brother Feng, Wan Er will never dare to fight again, okay? ”

“No!” the wind lifted her face, then hit her hips “bang” again, causing Wan 'er to whisper. “Who told you not to listen! How dare you lie to me? I...”

“Woo... Wan 'er dared not, Wan 'er fooled Brother Feng once, forgive Wan 'er...” Xuan Wan's head was buried in his arms again, tears on his face did not dry. Her buttocks were filled with spicy pain, but she felt not pain, but a happiness that almost melted her away.

“Wan 'er... did you ever think that you could save Yao 'er, but sacrificing you would make me really happy in my life? If I don't bring you back this time, I don't even know myself... don't be so stupid in the future,” the wind grabbed her and said painfully.

Wan 'er in her arms trembled slightly. She swallowed her voice and said softly: “Brother Feng... is Wan 'er really worth your life? ”

“Of course it's worth it. If Wan is not with me, I feel like I've lost something important. How can I be really happy? ”

“Ooh... Brother Feng, why are you so kind to Wan...”

The wind shook her head slightly, holding up her little face with both hands, pitifully saying: "How can I be better to you than you are to me in case you are good to me? Wan 'er, I know you have a lot to ask me, but now that Demon King is back, Tianlong mainland is in great crisis, so although you have just come back, we must stop Demon King first. ”

“Well, I see.” Xuan Yuan-er stood upright and wiped away the tears on her face: “Brother Feng went wherever she went, Wan-er would go wherever she went, not a single step apart. ”

“The opponent is the Demon King. Isn't Wan afraid?” The wind asked with a smile. Although the names are the same, the word "Demon King" has already engraved an indelible shadow in Wan 'er's heart.

Xuan Waner shook her head and Guan Er smiled: “How could it be? Don't say he is not the demon king who once destroyed my home. Even if he were, I wouldn't be afraid. Because now I am Xuan Xuan, Xuan Xuan is me, there is no demon in the world that Xuan cannot kill. And with Brother Wind here, Wan Er is not even nervous. ”

“Well, let's go! Wan Er... it's good to have you around.” The wind turned around and summoned the demon pot.