Legend of the Asura

Feng Xiao glanced around, secretly sneered and said: "It's well built, then... destroy it all, it's not that you don't deserve it, but I don't allow you to live in such a paradise!"

He took out Little Xuanwu from his pocket and threw it on the ground: "Little Xuanwu, I'll give you ten seconds to trample this place into a flat ground!!"

Little Xuanwu let out a strange cry of unknown meaning, raised his front foot, and was about to step on the ground...

"Wait!" Feng Xiao suddenly picked up the little Xuanwu from the ground, sighed and said, "Just shake it lightly, let them all know we're here."

Putting Little Xuanwu back on the ground, a young girl's figure flashed in his mind again... He obviously wanted to work hard to forget her, but why he couldn't do it all the time. Is it because she is his first woman, or... She is now a wife and also lives here, why even so, I still don't want her to suffer any harm.

Little Xuanwu raised his front feet lightly, and then fell heavily back to the ground. The marble floor under his feet was instantly shattered, and even dozens of long and thin cracks appeared, extending nearly ten meters, and the ground also boiled violently. Little Xuanwu's power was well controlled, it only caused the entire Duanmu Villa to vibrate violently, but the loud noise was no different from a thunderstorm in the ears of the Duanmu family, and they all panicked and left the room as quickly as possible. rush out.

If an earthquake occurs, the environment here determines that the only consequence of the entire Duanmu Villa is to be buried.

Little Xuanwu lay at Feng Xiao's feet, looking at the crowd that kept gathering in this direction with round eyes. But it is a pity that the instigator of this "earthquake" was directly ignored because of his small size. The shock just now had completely subsided, and a large group of people looked at the man in black standing there in amazement, and couldn't even believe their eyes.

The Duanmu family has been at ease for a long time, because although this place has brought them a lot of inconvenience, it has also completely isolated outsiders from entering. So... how did this person appear here?

The guards of Duanmu's house reacted quickly. Ten men with guns pushed through the crowd and stood in front of them in a row, pointing their guns at Feng Xiao.

"Who are you, how dare you trespass on us in Duanmu..." A young man with a stern face frowned and shouted. As soon as his voice fell, a scolding sound came from behind him: "Hong'er, shut up!!"

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties came over and gave Duanmu Wuhong a fierce look. Duanmu Wuhong immediately realized that he had slipped his tongue, and quickly lowered his head in shame.

"Third Patriarch, I saw this person... He actually fell from the sky just now, it's absolutely true!" A young servant said with some panic.

The middle-aged man frowned fiercely, and looked at Feng Xiao who was dressed in black with a heavy face. The other party's eyes were too calm. When he came to this place and faced ten gunshots, he didn't even look panicked at all. Instead, he quietly looked at them with a mocking gaze. Although he didn't speak, it gave him an inexplicable pressure.

"No matter who you are, since you already know the secret of Duanmu Villa, there are only two choices, one is to stay here forever, the other is to die, only the dead can keep the secret." The middle-aged man said with a gloomy face.

Feng Xiao half-closed his eyes, but didn't look at him, but glanced at the quiet crowd, and said in a hoarse voice: "Isn't it all here yet? Your Duanmu family's actions are really slow?"

With the hoarse and obscure voice, and this black attire, the three Patriarchs of Duanmu suddenly thought of a terrifying person who hadn't appeared for a long time. For a moment, their hands and feet were cold, and they took a step back and shouted: "You are the blood emperor shadow wind!!"

Feng Xiao didn't speak, but a gloomy look appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The name of "Blood Emperor Shadow Wind" was like a thunderbolt. Their faces all changed, and even the guards with guns shrank their pupils sharply. And those servants who were going to watch the fun were so frightened that their legs trembled, and they retreated subconsciously and wanted to escape from here immediately.

Who in Duanmu's family doesn't know the name of Blood Emperor Yingfeng. He was like a sharp knife, stabbing into the hearts of the four great southern families time and time again, and no one could stop him. And they knew even more that the ultimate goal of Blood Emperor Yingfeng was their Duanmu family, if one day he found this place, what they would suffer would most likely be catastrophe.

However, this day came so suddenly.

All of a sudden, terrified cries of "The Blood Emperor's shadow wind is coming" resounded from all over the normally quiet Duanmu Villa. Just such a name caused complete chaos in the villa.

Feng Xiao's acquiescence made the Duanmu three patriarchs break out in cold sweat, never expecting that he would find this place. But as one of the heads of the Duanmu family, he couldn't escape...and who would the Blood Emperor Yingfeng want to kill, and who could escape?

The sound of chaotic footsteps approached from all directions, and more than 30 armed men tremblingly surrounded Feng Xiao with machine guns. Not far away, several sniper rifles had locked on his temples, but without orders, they Didn't do anything... and didn't dare to do it. The area of ​​Duanmu Villa is not very large, and because it is almost impossible to have foreign enemies, the guard force is not very strong, and it is the first time to use it today.

Feng Xiao still didn't move, because there were too few people. He was too lazy to look for them one by one, he just stood here, waiting for the representatives of Duanmu's family to appear one by one. If they don't show up like this, they will have no face to be the masters of the Duanmu family in the future.

Is Blood Emperor Yingfeng afraid of guns? If he was afraid of guns, how could he run amok under the power of the four great aristocratic families? It is said that his speed is as fast as a ghost, even faster than bullets. Ordinary bullets would never touch his body. The head of the Duanmu family's teeth were chattering, he took a step back and waved, "Shoot!"

The sound fell, and gunshots rang out one after another. This was the first time in Duanmu Villa that gunshots rang out in these years. Some timid domestic servants hid themselves in a hidden place as much as possible amidst the gunshots, as if they had already smelled the coming of the end. At this moment, the survival of the Duanmu family has nothing to do with them, nothing is more important than their own life. They are not so innocent as to be desperate to die with sticks like the little guys on TV. They are just domestic servants who can only do small things, and those big things that are related to the survival of the family should be handled by their big men.

Feng Xiao was not afraid of bullets at the beginning because he could easily dodge the rain of bullets, but now he no longer has the need to dodge. Although his Chaos Art has not officially advanced to the sixth level, it is only the fifth level of the Chaos Art. It is enough for his body to perfectly block ordinary sniper bullets without any defense.

He didn't move at all during the gunshots. When the bullets touched his body, they would be automatically protected by the power of chaos, so that he could only feel the touch of a moderate impact. It's just that his clothes were not so lucky, and they were shot with bullet holes one after another.

Three seconds later, the gunfire stopped, and they were all dumbfounded. Several guards with guns even dropped their guns to the ground in panic. Even the usually calm Duanmu San Patriarch trembled in shock, his wide eyes almost bursting out of their sockets.

Blood Emperor Yingfeng still had a smile on his face, his body didn't move at all under the impact of so many bullets. There was no trace of blood on his body, and unscathed skin was exposed under the bullet holes covered in black clothes. And under his feet, bullets were scattered all over the ground.

He is human? is God? It's a ghost! ?

Ding~~~

Another bullet fell from Feng Xiao's forehead and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"Hehe...hehehehe, you guys attacked me first, so I don't count as killing innocent people indiscriminately." He smiled coldly, and his body disappeared like a ghost, followed by a scream, which spread all over the place. The entire Duanmu Villa... the next second, another scream rang out...

The Duanmu Three Patriarchs only felt that the figure in front of him flickered, and the three guards standing in front of him fell to the ground almost at the same time maintaining their original posture, their eye sockets protruding exaggeratedly, and there was no trace of scar on their whole body.

Every time the black shadow shakes, one person falls to the ground. Feng Xiao deliberately slowed down, and solved them one by one, enjoying the pleasure of harvesting lives and the horror of their being rapidly enlarged.

"Ghost...Ghost!" A man threw the gun in his hand to the ground and ran back desperately. How could Feng Xiao allow him to escape? With a wave of his hand, a bullet that had been held in his hand flew out, piercing his neck...

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were killed, and no one even saw how they were killed. The three heads of the Duanmu Patriarch felt cold all over their bodies, and kept backing away, then violently pushed Duanmu Wuhong, who had already frightened into a fool, and shouted: "Hurry up, Hong'er, take your grandfather and Xiao'er to escape through the secret passage together, as long as they are not dead. , our Duanmu family has hope!"

He paused, then rushed towards Feng Xiao's position. Most of these ancient families have practiced the ancient martial arts of the family, and their skills are far beyond ordinary people, but he is not confident enough to think that he is the opponent of the blood emperor shadow wind. So it's a completely desperate style of play when you make a move.

Feng Xiao cut a man's throat with the flying feather blade again, feeling the wind behind him, he sneered, grabbed his neck with his backhand, and lifted him up directly.

The heads of the Duanmu family had protruding eyeballs and struggled violently. But the hand that clamped his throat was as hard as an iron claw, no matter how hard he struggled, it would be useless.

"Let go of my father!"

"Let go of my third brother!"

Just as Duanmu Wuhong wanted to rush forward recklessly, a thunderous shout sounded behind him, and at the same time a sword light pierced Feng Xiao from the right obliquely.

Feng Xiao smiled disdainfully, and threw his backhand, smashing the body of Duanmu San Patriarch to the ground, breaking his shoulder bones directly. Then he directly blocked the sword with his palm. The tip of the sword bounced back with the help of his palm, and the owner of the sword also stood firm in front of him, glaring at each other. Behind him were four middle-aged men who also held swords, all with calm expressions.

In this era of hot weapons, cold weapons such as swords have almost been abandoned. But for real masters, swords are often more lethal than guns.

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