Legend of the Asura

The wind swept around and smiled darkly: "Well built, then... destroy it all, not that you don't deserve it, but that I won't allow you to live in such a world! ”

He took Xiao Xuan Wu out of his pocket and threw him on the ground: “Xiao Xuan Wu, you have ten seconds to step on the ground!! ”

Xiao Xuan Wuzhu made a strange noise in the mouth that she didn't know what it meant. Lifting her front foot, she had to tread to the ground...

“Wait!” the wind suddenly copied Xiao Xuanwu from the ground and sighed, “Just a little shock, let them know we're here. ”

Put Xiao Xuanbu back on the ground, he flashed the figure of a teenage girl in his head again... clearly trying to forget her, why can't he ever do it. Is it because she is her first woman, or… she is now a wife and lives here as well, and even so she does not want to be harmed in any way.

Xiao Xuanwu lifted his forefoot gently and then fell back to the ground. The marble floor beneath him was suddenly crushed, and even dozens of elongated cracks spread nearly 10 meters, and the ground boiled sharply. Xiao Xuanwu's power was well controlled, it just violently shook the entire End Wood Mountain, but the loud noise was no less than a lightning blast in the ears of the End Wood family, causing them all to panic and rush out of the room as quickly as possible.

In the event of an earthquake, the environment here determines that the only consequence of the entire Tamwood Hills is burial.

Xiao Xuanbu lay at the edge of the wind and watched the crowd gather in this direction with his rolling eyes open. But unfortunately, the fighters of the earthquake were directly ignored because of their small size. The vibration just now had subsided completely, and a large group of people were shocked to look at the black man standing there and couldn't even believe his eyes.

The Tamchi family has been comfortable for a long time, because this place, despite its many inconveniences, completely isolates the entry of outsiders. So... how the hell did this guy get here?

The guards of the Tamwood family reacted quickly, with ten armed men squeezing away the crowd and standing in front of them in a row, pointing straight at the wind.

“Who are you, dare to break into our trees...” a young man with a strong face frowned. His voice had just fallen, and a reproach came from behind him: "Hung, shut up!! ”

A middle-aged man, who looked like he was in his forties, walked over and stared severely at Endwood, who immediately realized that he had lost his mouth and hurriedly lowered his head in shame.

“Three lords, this man I saw... he just fell from the sky, for sure!” A small page said with some fear.

The middle-aged man frowned and weighed heavily against the wind in black. The other person's eyes were so calm, he came to this place, facing ten gunshots, he didn't even panic at all, but looked at them quietly with a similar ridiculous gaze. Though he did not speak, he was under unnamed pressure.

“Whoever you are, now that you know the secret of Tamwood Hills, there are only two options: one is to stay here forever, one is to die, and only the dead can keep the secret.” The middle-aged man said with a gloomy face.

The wind squinted, but did not look at him. Instead, he swept a quiet crowd and said with a dull voice: "Is it not all here yet? How slow are you taking the wooden family? ”

The dull and obscure sound and this black costume suddenly reminded the three owners of a terrible figure who had not appeared for a long time, his hands and feet were cold for a moment, and he stepped back and lost his voice: "You are the Blood Shadow Wind!! ”

The wind did not speak, and the corners of the mouth appeared gloomy.

“Blood Emperor Shadow Wind” has the same name as Thunder. Their faces have all changed and even the guards with guns have shrunk their eyes. And those pages that were supposed to watch the lively next person shook their legs, and the unconscious retreat wanted to get out of here immediately.

Who in the family doesn't know the name of Blood Emperor Shadow Wind? He was like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of the four great families of the South over and over again, and no one could ever stop him. And they know better that the ultimate goal of Blood Shadow Wind is to carry the wooden family, and if one day he finds them here, it is likely that they will suffer the scourge of extinction.

Yet the day came so suddenly.

In the meantime, there were always quiet shouts of "Blood Emperor Shadow Wind Coming” in Tamwood Hills. Just one name made the whole village a mess.

The escaping acquiescence caused the three owners to sweat cold all over their bodies. How could he have found this place? But as one of the owners of the Tamwood family, he can't escape... and who can escape if Blood Emperor Shadow Wind wants to kill?

The sound of chaos approached from all sides, and more than thirty heavily armed men armed with machine guns fought fearfully around the wind. Not far away, several sniper guns had locked his temple, but without orders, they did not do it… nor dare to do it. The Tamwood Hills are not very large, and since it is almost impossible to have external enemies, the guard force is not very strong, and today is the first time it has been used.

The wind still stands still because there are too few people. He was too lazy to go looking one by one, and he stood right here, waiting for the family to show up one after the other. If they don't show up, they won't have the face to be the owners of the wooden family anymore.

Is the Blood Emperor afraid of guns? If he is afraid of guns, how can he be under the power of the four great families without taboos? Legend has it that he is fast as a ghost, even more than a bullet. Normal bullets will never touch his front. Dragonwood's three main teeth trembled, and he took a step backwards, waving: “Shoot! ”

The sound dropped and the gunshots sounded successively, which was also the first shots fired in many years in Tamwood Hills. Some cowardly domestic servants hid themselves in a hidden place as much as possible in the sound of gunfire, as if they had already smelled the coming of the end. At this moment, the survival of the Tamwood family is no more important than their own lives. They haven't died with a stick in their hands, like little rollers on TV. They are only servants who do small things, so let them handle the big things that have to do with the survival of the family.

The wind was not afraid of bullets because he could easily escape the shooting rain, and now he has no need to escape. Although his chaos has never officially advanced to the sixth level, the power of the fifth level alone is enough to allow his body to block ordinary snipers perfectly without protection.

During the shooting, his tattoos did not move, and the bullets were automatically defended by the forces of chaos when they came into contact with his body, allowing him to feel only the touch of a moderate impact. Only his clothes weren't so lucky that he was shot through bullet holes one after another.

Three seconds later, the gunshots stopped, and they were all foolish, and several guards with guns even fell to the ground in horror. Even the three owners, who had always been calm, trembled all over their bodies, and their eyes almost burst out.

Blood Emperor Shadow Wind is still a smile, and under the impact of so many bullets, the body is still motionless. There was no trace of blood on his body and no damage to his skin appeared beneath the bullet holes covered in black. And under his feet, there were bullets scattered all over the floor.

Is he a man or a god? Is it a ghost?

Ding ~ ~

Another bullet fell off the wind's forehead, hitting the ground and making a crisp noise.

“Hey... hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey” He smiled coldly, his body disappeared like a ghost, and one screamed and sounded, spreading all over the End Wood Hills... The next second, another screamed and sounded...

The three owners only felt the shadow in front of them. The three guards who stood in front of him almost simultaneously fell to the ground in their original position. The orbits bulged exaggerated and no scars were visible all over them.

Every time a black shadow shakes, a man falls to the ground. The wind deliberately slows down, one solution at a time, enjoying the pleasure of harvesting life and the horror of their rapid magnification.

“Ghosts... ghosts!” A man threw a gun in his hand on the ground and fled dead backwards. How could the wind allow him to escape, wave his hand, a bullet that he had been holding in his hand flew out, through his neck...

More than a dozen people have been killed between the turns, and no one has even seen how they were killed. The three owners were cold and constantly retreating, and then a strong push had frightened them. “Hung 'er, let's go, take your grandfather and Tao 'er to escape through the secret passage together. As long as they are not dead, we have hope for the wooden family! ”

He paused and rushed to the wind. Most of these ancient families have studied the ancient martial arts of the family and are far more than ordinary, but he is not yet confident that he is a rival to the Blood Emperor. So the first shot was completely indifferent.

The wind again cut a man's throat with a flying blade and felt the wind behind him. He grinned and grabbed him backwards. He had grabbed his neck accurately and lifted him directly.

The three main eyeballs of the Tamwood family were convex and struggling intensely. But clamping his throat hard as an iron claw won't help him no matter how he struggles.

“Let go of my dad! ”

“Let go of my third brother! ”

Tuanmu Wuhong just wanted to rush up against everything, and a thunderous drink rang behind him, while a blade of light pierced the wind from the right angle.

The wind smiled with disdain and fell backwards, crushing the bodies of the three owners of Tamwood to the ground, directly smashing his shoulder bones. Then he blocked the sword with his palm. The tip of the sword bounced back a little in his hand, and the master of the sword stood steady in front of him, angry with each other. He followed four middle-aged men with swords, each with a steady face.

In this era of thermal weapons, such cold weapons as swords have almost been abandoned. But for a true master, a sword often kills far more than a gun.