Legend of the Asura

In the sixth round of Area B, China's No. 1 shield guard, the magic wolf who had never been lowered in the rank rankings, won wildly. His impregnable defense makes the opponent surrender directly. There is no doubt that his defensive ability is enough to disdain all players in the Huaxia theater. When he was holding up the shield triumphantly, he didn't find a certain corner, a gaze like a poisonous snake fixed on his body firmly.

"Let's go." Feng Xiao pulled Feng Yao to stand up, preparing to leave the arena temporarily.

"Ah?" Feng Yao's face was full of surprise: "The next match will be the match of Tiansha Fengyun, brother, don't you want to watch it?"

"Don't watch it, he will win." Then he looked disdainful: "However, I don't bother to watch his game. As for his strength, hmph, I don't care to watch it."

Feng Yao understood, chuckled, and returned to Fenglou with him.

It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, and five o'clock will be the last match between the two districts, and he will face off against Crying Blood... This arrangement is too good for him.

"Brother, is that Crying Blood Wuming really Beiming Chongyun?" Feng Yao stood behind him and squeezed his shoulders. , This action has become a habit many years ago.

"It's him... Even if it turns into ashes, I will recognize him." Feng Xiao's voice was light, but Feng Yao could still hear the deep hatred buried in it. His humiliation to him is enough for him to remember his whole life.

After a short silence, Feng Yao said softly, "Brother...do you still remember her?"

she……

There was a flash of pain in Feng Xiao's eyes, he closed his eyes, and said weakly: "I don't remember...don't mention her."

Feng Yao bit her lower lip lightly, she understood better than anyone else that apart from her adoptive father, she was his greatest pain and greatest setback, and also her most painful memory.

The main hall of weeping blood and reincarnation. Qixue Wuming walked back and forth restlessly, he lost interest in watching the game half an hour ago and quit the arena. Because the next match was his match, and the opponent was... Shura!

He finally stopped, and said bitterly: "Tell me, what are my chances of winning against Shang Shura?"

"There is no chance of winning." Weeping Blood Kuangdao replied. He knows the strength of Weeping Blood Wuming better than anyone else, and he might not even have a chance to parry against Shura.

"Then what should I do? Give up the game? Admit defeat?" He slammed his fist on the table. He hated that Shura who seemed to be targeting him deliberately, but he knew that if he was singled out, he didn't have the strength to fight him . No matter what kind of preparation he made, it could only be in vain.

"I can't." Crying Blood Kuangdao shook his head.

Giving up the match meant that he was afraid of Shura, and he didn't even have the guts to face him. This would make the whole Crying Blood Samsara a laughingstock... Admitting defeat is basically the same thing.

"Then we have to face it." Qixue Wuming took out the long sword glowing with faint white light, and said in a hateful voice: "With my equipment and strength, even if it is Shura, it is not so easy to defeat me."

is that so? Weeping Blood Kuangdao secretly shook his head, but didn't say anything.

Tiansha Fengyun defeated Blood Field Wuhen without any suspense and won, and Miehun in Area B also easily defeated his opponent to advance. Feng Xiao didn't pay attention to the competition between the two of them, maybe it didn't matter, maybe it was disdain. He has never bothered to have the consciousness of "don't underestimate any enemy". In his world, absolute strength equals absolute self-confidence.

The time for the last game is finally approaching. People's spirits were once again aroused, because this time it was Shura who was going to play... This seemed to be another match without any suspense.

Maybe it was because of his courage, or maybe he wanted to express his fearlessness, so weeping blood Wuming raised his sword and stood on the stage early. His reputation is far less loud than those real masters. Although the Crying Blood Reincarnation he founded is also one of the top ten gangs in China, it is far inferior to Tiansha, Gods, and Miehun in terms of strength and reputation. Facing Shura today, if he escapes, his reputation will definitely drop, if he loses, it will have almost no impact... If he wins... If he wins, his name will definitely be heard throughout China overnight.

In this match, Xiao Tian and Chen Bing'er, who knew Feng Xiao's strength, were not even interested in watching it. This was a match of vastly different strengths, and they all stayed in the Fenglou thinking about tomorrow's battle situation.

However, there are many people who pay special attention to this matter.

"Mom! Come and watch, it's uncle's game."

A small figure rushed into the room, and after a while, a gorgeous woman with her hair in knots came out trotting out.

"Uncle will compete with Shura." Duanmu Xiao explained excitedly, his expectant gaze stayed on the LCD screen in front of him. He has stayed here to watch the game all day, and his little face is already flushed with excitement.

Looking at Beiming Chongyun standing on the stage, Beiming Yudie's eyes flashed with complicated light. With such a younger brother, she didn't know whether to complain or hate. She couldn't bear to dampen Duan Muxiao's enthusiasm, so she sat next to him and looked forward to the start of the game with him.

Wow...

"Sura! Shura! Shura!..."

Amidst the exaggerated shouts and screams of countless players, Feng Xiao finally appeared on the arena, confronting Weeping Blood Wuming twenty meters away. It was still the pitch-black mask and the pitch-black gauntlets, but the light-gold cloak was replaced with eight pairs of bone spurs standing upright on the back. The crazy cry that was almost enough to shake the mountains made him a little startled, he never knew that his popularity had reached such a height.

What's more, he doesn't know that in the eyes of others, he is powerful, cold, and mysterious, and everything he does in public is a legend.

Standing tall and proud, that faint coercion actually made Qixue Wuming, who was facing Shura head-on for the first time, feel the heart to retreat. But he woke up quickly and raised his head to look at him. In terms of momentum, he absolutely cannot lose.

"Wow! You really deserve to be my idol!" Looking at Shura's rock-like and proud body, Duanmuxiao's eyes were full of little stars, as if he had completely forgotten that his opponent was his uncle. Beiming Yudie looked at his expression with some weirdness, and then began to pay attention to the Shura on the screen. What kind of experience did Xiaoer regard as an idol who has always observed the world with wise and arrogant eyes? where people are.

"It's still too late to kneel down and beg for mercy, or run away with your tail between your legs."

A low but gloomy voice rang in Qixue Wuming's ears, which made him slightly startled and then his face completely darkened. He had never heard such insulting words since he was a child.

"I have enmity with you?" Qixue Wuming called out his weapon and pointed the sword point at Feng Xiao. Even if he was a fool, he should have seen that Shura was deliberately targeting him.

"No grudge." Feng Xiao sneered, "It's just that you don't like me. Give you a chance, kneel down and call me grandpa three times, I can get you off the stage right away, otherwise..." Looking at him With an increasingly gloomy face, Feng Xiao's voice became deeper and deeper: "You will regret it more and more every day!"

Crying Blood Wuming struggled to keep calm, but his right hand holding the long sword was shaking, and there was a faint sound of teeth interlocking in his mouth. His chest heaved a few times, and he also sneered: "Sura! It's best not to let me see you in the future, otherwise, even in the city, I will make you restless forever."

"That's right...then I'm really looking forward to it." The sarcasm on Feng Xiao's face became more and more serious, and as the countdown to the start of the game, he finally called out the weapon, and pointed at Weeping Blood Wuming... in the auditorium He suddenly exclaimed, and the weeping blood Wuming's face became extremely ugly for a moment - because what Shura took out was clearly a 0-level novice sword!

insult! **Naked insult and contempt!

Qixue Wuming's whole body trembled violently, wishing he could rush up and bite him like a mad dog. If he was defeated by Shura's golden sword, no one would say anything...but if he was defeated by a novice sword, it would be completely different, what he would bear would be the contempt of Shura and everyone else.

Duanmu Xiao's eyes became more and more eager, and he patted his little hand unconsciously, and said in a low voice: "First hit his heart, then destroy his name, and then destroy his body, this is the sharpest way to deal with the enemy. "

The whispers he was talking to himself reached Beiming Yudie's ears, and she sighed quietly.

"……Game start!"

"Shura, go to hell!" With a roar like venting, a silver eagle appeared above Qixue Wuming's head, and flew towards Feng Xiao with a roar. Although extremely angry, he did not completely lose his mind. First, he summoned his level eight flying pet "Sharp Claw Silver Eagle" to attack, and then a black light flashed, and another level eight pet, the violent Black Mountain wolf, was summoned, which also roared. , followed by the Claw Silver Eagle and attacked Feng Xiao. He wanted to take advantage of Feng Xiao's parry to make a surprise attack.

A look of disdain flashed, and just as the silver claws were about to pierce his body, he waved his right hand holding the novice sword lightly.

boom!

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The sound of cracking ice rang clearly in everyone's ears. In the "Binghuang Break" covering a large area, the body of the sharp-clawed silver eagle fell from the air, and the violent black mountain wolf also fell down with a mournful roar and disappeared on the arena.

Weeping Blood Wuming's movement of preparing to charge forward abruptly stopped, and he took a step back involuntarily. The two pets he was proud of were instantly killed before they touched Shura's clothes, and the damage figures made him feel uneasy. unbelievable.

That's level 0, a novice sword with only 5 points of attack power added!

"Sigh, it's still too strong. I wonder if he can resist it." Feng Xiao closed his move with a depressed face. His strength attribute was already extremely strong, plus the level 57 attribute that the Guardian Chain forcibly retained. , His current power attribute can only be described as horror. Even with the novice sword, his attack is 6931, which is half of the attack strength when using the Xuanyuan sword.

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