Legend of the Asura

The wind has said that “zero” is inescapable because it is too fast for normal people to capture its trajectory, and Xiao Tian is equally convinced. But he was not facing a normal person at the moment… When Xiao Tian pulled the star out of the sheath at an incredible rate in the rush, Wilcotts' eyes flashed a light blue light.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Instead of wearing a body, Xiao Xiao's attack was blocked by a square piece of ice that suddenly appeared a metre away in front of Wilcotts and then sounded seven crisp ice strikes.

Boom!

Only half a centimetre thick ice sheet suddenly exploded and produced an astonishing explosive force. Xiao Tian was shocked back seven or eight steps before he stood up hard and slowly.

“It's no problem to tell you that you can only break this crystal shield with over 30,000 damage numbers at a time, unfortunately, you can't, so no matter what skill you choose, you can't hurt me, not even your ninety-nine strikes. ”

Without Wilcotts' deliberate introduction, his Ice Crystal Defense Longwei introduced him a long time ago. It is a defensive wall that will never be broken unless more than 30,000 damage numbers are broken at a time - remember, it is the injury numbers, not the injuries. Xiao's basic attack power is more than 5,000, and even though he uses incognito, 99 attacks in a row, each attack is just over 6,000 numbers. And that's the equivalent of just over 30,000 damage intensities that can destroy it, and under 30,000, you can't hurt it more than once.

It's like throwing a tiny little piece of sand over and over again, you can't break a piece of glass, but you can break it easily with the same sand.

So, as long as Wilcotts can guard him with an ice shield before Xiao Tian attacks, Xiao Tian will never hurt him. Although his crystal shield is far from offsetting Chen's arbitrary injuries to one-eighth or even one-sixteenth of the ice shield technique, it is almost invincible among players who rarely strike out more than 30,000 injuries at a time.

“Unless you can do it at a moment when I can't react… but I don't think you have that ability.” The blade in Wilcotts' hand swung: “So, the game is officially on. ”

A cool breeze suddenly came from the right side of his body. Xiao Tian, whose spirit had been in a state of tension, shot forward like an arrow, dangerously hiding, but he had just stopped his body. The same cold wind fell from the top of his head, and he had not had time to stand steady, leaning against his body at “zero” instantly to seven meters behind him.

The two attacks again failed, and Wilcotts was slightly surprised.

“You're a good man, and it doesn't seem like it would be a mistake for me to come up early and fight you. You know, it's really hard to find an opponent who can do three tricks under me. ”

The strange serenity of China's territory seems to have suppressed even the air.

This World Martial Arts Congress has received unprecedented attention, with countless double Huaxians staring at the screen, their faces almost distorted to deformation, and some restless old people even sighing silently. At this time, no one can laugh.

Defeat, the dignity, territory, status of the Summer China… are gone, the country is weakened, and each of them will be humiliated. The Martial Arts Congress is undoubtedly waging a powerful war between nations.

But there is no doubt that this war is doomed to failure.

Cold Ice Assassins, even those who are only famous for their unknown power, begin to be appalled by his power in just over a dozen seconds - he doesn't look like a man, he's a ghost.

And this feeling, Xiao Tian feels the most real. What he is facing is not a man, but a ghost that could strike him dead anywhere at any moment.

“The game is over.” Wilcotts' voice is still so flat, and it's this flat voice that makes almost every Huaxian watching the game breathe a little less... is Huaxia really going to lose in this cruel duel? They thought sadly. I don't even have the heart to keep watching.

This time, Xiao Tian took the initiative to launch an attack without any warning to stab Wilcotts, but at the moment he was about to draw his sword, the target suddenly disappeared. At this point, the crackling of "click” ice came from his side, his eyes glanced at him, and then his body rolled over quickly, avoiding seven pieces of ice that were flying from nowhere. And he just got up, and Wilcotts waved again with the right hand of the ice knife, and this time, a whole fourteen slices of ice, three centimeters in size, came at him like darts, blocking almost everything up, down, left, and right.

Between the flames of electric light, Xiao Tian came to a conclusion... that there was no possibility of escaping completely.

Boom, boom, boom!

He raised his speed to the max, but was still hit by three slices of ice. Ice chips had less attack power than he thought and did not cause him much damage, merely taking an uncontrolled step backwards, but this was the moment when he lit a dark blue light in front of his eyes.

-19491!

Wilcotts' ability to attack may not be as powerful in these world-class perverts on the scene, but his horror lies not in the attack, but in the speed with… ice.

Xiao's body surface floated with a thick layer of ice, completely frozen and immobile, while life slowly fell.

Paralysis, freezing and petrification, while equally immobilizing, are undoubtedly more terrifying than sleep or dizziness. Paralysis can lead to varying degrees of reduced mobility when freedom is restored, freezing can not only render people inoperable, but also cause them to lose their lives, and people in a petrified state are doubly harmed after being attacked.

“If it were me, I wouldn't let the race end so quickly.” Downstairs, Al? La Francisco muttered to himself.

Wilcotts did not mean to procrastinate, but waved his right hand and drew an icy arc on Xiao Tian's frozen body, this time as if it were in the hearts of all Huaxians.

“GAMEOVER!” he turned around, bouncing an ice knife, blocking Xiao Tian's hard ice and smashing it in a "chirp” sound, while carrying a 30,000 blood red number.

Xiao Tian, who was emptied of his life, fell straight on the stage.

There was no change in the atmosphere at the event, as it was the most normal outcome in their minds. But the silence of death in Huaxia... defeated, they defeated, and perhaps the last time there was little hope was that he would come back to life and defeat this terrible strong man.

The silver light flashed on Xiao Tian, who seemed to have heard countless Huaxians' calls for faith, resurrected in the silver light, and then drew his sword without any hesitation - chaos!

Twelve strikes, twelve crisp ice strikes. Though it was a backstab, his attack was completely resisted by the sudden appearance of an ice-crystal shield behind Wilcotts, who could form an ice-crystal shield anywhere in his body, not just in front of him, as long as he was given a flash of reaction time.

How can Xiao Tian not seize these three seconds of invincibility after resurrection? He bit his teeth and sprayed a flaming light in his eyes, instantly shifting the orientation, stabbing forward with a "zero”... but still completely blocked.

Tink, tick, tick...

In three seconds, Xiao Tian did everything four times, and the crisp sounds of ice striking connected, but no body was attacked.

After three seconds, the blue light flashed in Wilcotts' eyes, the ice knife in his hand lifted from the bottom up, Xiao Tian quickly retracted, but Wilcotts' figure slowly faded while the attack was taking place...

Shadow!

Xiao Tianxiao was terrified, but he had not been able to react at this time. The cold wind sounded behind him, and he was hit just by the side of his body.

Knock!

As was the case a few seconds ago, his body was again frozen by a thick layer of ice.

At first, under Wilcotts' semi-serious and semi-serious attack, Xiao Tian lasted for dozens of seconds before being frozen and then killed. After his resurrection, invincible time passed, and his second second second was frozen again, which also cooled the Chinese and Summers who had just rekindled their silk hopes.

Finally, that last glimmer of hope, almost invisible, was frozen.

Lost, finally lost, maybe, at the moment Wilcotts came to power, this result was doomed, and their hearts at the bottom of the line of hope and anticipation for miracles to re-emerge were just comforting to themselves.

Alas... a long sigh. Since the moment Wilcotts came to power, Longwei had not sat down nervously. Xiao Tian was frozen for the second time, and he was in a situation of inevitable death. At last, he sat heavily in a wide chair like a total weakness. The depraved divine color made him look much older for a moment.

The shadow that stood behind him walked silently to him without saying anything. His heart was just as heavy as his face. How could he not know what this game meant for Longwei and Huaxia?

“Is this God's punishment for me?” The dragon murmured softly. He thought about Shura... his son, if he appeared, what would a hundred cold ice assassins fear? At first, when he knew that Chen Binger had given her game badge to the wind, he could not describe the excitement of his moment and even gave him the urge to cheer like a child, because it not only made Hua Xia stand undefeated, but also proved that he had his father in his heart, as well as the Dragon family.

But he didn't show up on the field.

Hate him? Longwei shook his head in silence, because it was his father who almost lost his life when he was born, and for more than two decades had not fulfilled his duty of raising a day. And because of his presence, he killed his dearest and dearest, and made him suffer with white hair... perhaps all his life, he dared not expect him to call his father again.

But whether the wind escapes intentionally or he can't make it to the track, he won't blame him... he'll just hate himself.