Legend of the Asura

The defeated poisoner did not leave the scene of the match, but followed his previous route to the stage back to the dark corner where he had stayed and leaned there. He lost, but he also made the world more aware of his horrors, and his fears deepened by a few points.

“Compared to me, your defeat is not unjust.” The future can be solved like a cloud of blood and cherry bloodshed, "said Emperor Unleashed Demon Ross with a grudge.

The poisoner is silent, his body is not in a slight motion, and he does not seem prepared to deal with anyone.

Ross looked bored, and the stall sat beside him, waiting for the next game.

“Three times…” A long time later, the poisoner's mouth finally made a sound.

Three times, meaning killed three times in a row by a blood cherry. From the beginning to the end, he did not inflict a trace of trauma on her except to poison the blood cherry for five seconds.

Blood cherry's body was also transported under the stage by white light, not knowing whether it was random or intentional. Blood cherry's body was transported to the woman with blue purple hair, cloudy, lying quietly on the bench beside her.

The mysterious woman kept her eyes closed and looked at the blood cherry in her coma. Her eyes were as green and deep as sea water, slightly grayed with mystery. She slowly walked to the side of the blood cherry and stretched out her right hand like a warm ball, gently rubbing it over her right hand. Then she retracted her right hand and opened her palm, lying on the palm of her palm, clearly a bloody cherry Gaia spur.

This is not the real world. It is very difficult to take things away from a person without his permission. It is also the ability to learn to fly the tornado cloud hand and fly the tornado cloud hand before the wind escapes. Instead, she trivialized it and took away a super artifact.

The higher the grade, the harder it is to steal or rob. Even if you are lucky enough to get away with it, your chances of succeeding in robbing a super artifact in the hands of a fairy master will not exceed one percent.

She twisted her eyebrows and looked carefully at the fine, white hair needle. Her eyes slowly became confused by suspicion, and then she shook her head gently. Her right hand again touched the blood cherry and sent Gaia's spur back into her hand.

Her movements were blocked by her body, and even if many people looked into her back from time to time and guessed her identity, they would not be able to see what she was doing.

“Ding! Attention, contestants, announce the results now. The second designated challenger is - the No. 2 contestant from England - the 'Enchanted Sword Saint’ Ghost Crazy! ”

“Oh?” Wilcotts eyebrowed, looking at his partner.

“I didn't expect to be on stage so soon, hey... my blood is boiling.” Wilder was excited to loosen his bones and go to the arena.

“Don't forget our purpose, you know what to do.” Wilcotts said.

Wilder shouted his right hand behind his back, “Don't worry, although I said I won or lost five or five against him, it was normal for me to end this boring game sooner so that the rest of the game was no longer burdensome, and I wouldn't leave the kid in China half a chance to win. ”

“Remember what you said. ”

Wilder is medium-bodied, wearing standard samurai armor, silver, common style, dim light, making it impossible to distinguish its grade from its appearance. And he was carrying a wide-edged sword on his back, which also became the emblematic costume of the Anglophone, because he appeared on any occasion with that sword on his back, and no one had ever seen him put it in his backpack.

Standing on stage, Wilder looked forward to a standard Western knight's salute, and Wen said courteously: "My dear friends from all over the world, I am a 'Enchanted Sword Saint' ghost fanatic from the great England, and I am honored to stand here to accept your challenge. ”

He smiled and went on to say, "But allow me to make a selfish request here. My profession is" Feng Zheng Jiansheng ", and I also have a deep obsession with swords. I have the greatest pleasure in drilling swords and working with swordsmen all my life, so..." His eyes turned to Xiao Tian standing in the corner: “I implore you to temporarily abandon the challenge to me in this first session, because I have been with the famous" Star Sword Pursuit "God of China Summer Nation for a long time, eagerly looking forward to fighting it, I hope that your dear friends and famous" Star Sword Pursuit "can fulfill my little wish. ”

To finish, Wilder looked at Xiao Tian with a smile and his eyes filled with provocation.

This is just a request from one of the contestants to the other contestants, not a violation of the rules of the contest. Other players are perfectly free to ignore and challenge.

But the effect of this request is undoubtedly obvious, with no crows being heard, and no one tending to take the initiative to challenge the stage. Perhaps, even if he did not have this “request”, no one would take the initiative to challenge him, because the English people on the stage represent the position of the Six Kingdoms, and what he called "collaborative swordsmanship" when designating Huaxia as "the pursuit of Jiansheng" is just an excuse.

In the end, the time will come. No matter how reluctant or delayed, no matter what. Xiao Tian's heart sighed and took the initiative to the arena.

He had no choice. Even if he doesn't take the initiative, 20 seconds later, Wilder's designated opponent must be him. At that time, on behalf of Hua Xia, he would carry the reputation of "cowardice” and "dare not accept the challenge”.

“Hua Xia Guo No. 2 'Chasing the Star Sword Saint’ Xiaotian One Sword! ”

Standing on the stage, looking at his opponent, his restless heart suddenly calmed down.

They are strong, but I Xiao Tian also have unparalleled expertise, never without any chance of victory... heal your mood, remember your commitment, remember your mission, release your strength - Xiao Tian, you can't lose!

The players of China Summer are finally on the field, and this clandestine battle over the country's destiny has finally officially begun. The hearts of the Chinese and Xia people were utterly raised. At the moment Xiao Tian came to power, all sorts of shouts of gas spread throughout Shenzhou. Previous games made them bloody, but also made them more worried.

And whoever has the heart will notice what Xiao Tian calls "number 2." Each country has a maximum of two entries, and entry numbers are sorted by system of strength. If he's number two, who's number one stronger than him? Could it be Warsaw Shura from Mighty World? Why wasn't he there?

“It finally started, and the long overdue game was dragged for an hour and a half due to the mix-up of the Dong Yi woman.” Wells said to William.

“Well, now I'm starting to get bored with this game, and if Shura were here, I'd have a lot of interest, and if it was just this kid, this boring game would be over soon. Looks like Hua Xia has given up herself.” William said with a cold face that Shura's failure to be present frustrated his desire to fight Shura and was therefore somewhat upset.

“Challenger: Hua Xia Guo No. 2 contestant ‘Jiansheng' Xiaotian One Sword, Challenger: England No. 2 contestant 'Feng Zheng Jiansheng’ ghost fanatics, the game begins! ”

With the end of this tone, the cry in Huaxia has completely subsided. The whole of Huaxia is surrounded by a tense atmosphere. All eyes, all hopes are concentrated on Xiao Tian on the stage, and he himself feels the countless gazes, his heart is heavy. The strength shown by the masterful showdown in front of him put too much pressure on him.

Longwei stayed up all night, dropped everything at hand early today and waited for the start of the game before letting go of every shot in the game. At the moment Xiao Tian came to power, this high-ranking Huaxia chief, who could easily do it on any occasion, heard his heart beat.

“Xiao Tian, leave everything to you, don't lose, don't lose! “

On the arena, Wilder made a knight's gift to Xiao Tian, then his eyes cooled, his hands waved, the sound of "Xiao” pulled out the wide sword he had been carrying behind his back, his hands held the sword pointed at Xiao Tian. The sword is one metre long and 15 centimeters wide, dark silver, not stunning in appearance, but just looking at it gives a sense of heaviness.

“This sword is called Ghost Tooth, and no one can beat it except me, the powerful Ice Assassin of England. So, pull out your sword and let the ghost teeth prove if you bear the word 'sword saint'!” He looked confidently at Xiao Tian as if he was already holding the ticket.

Xiao Tian said nothing, his hands slowly placed on the handle of the sword chaser, but there was no action to draw the sword.

“What, are you afraid to draw your sword? ”

Xiao Tian shook his head quietly and said softly: “Since the day it belonged to me, no one has seen its sword body except myself... neither can you. ”

Wilder's sword is clearly a sword of great wound, and such sword attacks must be open and unstoppable. And Xiaotian's pursuit of the stars is the Sword of the Light Spirit. The attack is weak, focusing on spirit and speed. Whereas every skill in Xiao Xia starts with a fast sword draw, and closes with a fast sword draw. Due to the speed, the naked eye is completely unable to recognize his sword draw and sword draw, even his attack process is just a messy silver light in the eyes of ordinary people.

Wilder stunned, then laughed, and after laughing, he slowly raised his ghost teeth in his hand: "I never understood why you Huaxia congressmen let you, the fifth person in the martial arts convention, compete in the competition. Are those so-called masters who rank ahead of you not having the courage and the courage to participate in this competition? ”

“Of course not,” Xiao Tian slowly walked forward a few steps, his hands were always on the handle of the sword, and his eyes looked at him sharply: "Instead, I was waxing Huaxia a billion people of mastery. Is it possible for you small countries to imagine, against you, just sending a fifth ranked person to look at you enough...”

His footsteps were wrong, his body rushed, his hands chased the stars out of the sheath, and the sky drew a bright silver light...

(In the next chapter, the perspective turns back to the main character.)

(Hey, the game is the hardest thing to write_)