Legend of the Asura

Tsing Yi man is silent.

"His degree reminds me of a person, the only one who can pick me up fifty strokes - the wind and soul swordsmanship."

"Together, block all his movements." A fierce tiger has been unable to maintain his arrogance. The six men attacked the wind in six directions, mixed with the whistling wind.

The wind is still unmoving, and even when the sword is approaching his body, he still has no intention to move. Five swords and one punch hit him almost at the same time, but it was actually a percussion.

Afterimage!

"Hey, hey...hey!"

The battle ended too fast, and the people of the Tiger Group were so horribly stunned. In an instant, all five weapons were broken, and the tiger without a weapon had a slap in the face.

"You, too weak!" said the wind with a look of regret.

"Playing with you is a waste of time. Go back to your comfort zone and enjoy the blessings. Lose the face of the Chinese people!" The sarcasm of the wind is unrelenting.

No one can be more arrogant than him.

Insulted by this, the tiger group's six-popular face was pale, but there was no rebuttal. If the other party just cut their weapons, but their bodies, they would only be killed by a moment.

The difference in strength is too great, and he has the qualification to despise.

The Tsing Yi man frowned. "The words are too radical."

"Goodbye, little tigers." The arrogant and arrogant words, turned and disappeared into the night.

"The dog's miscellaneous!" The tiger, which was completely torn and self-respected, looked sullen and sinister.

"What do you say!!!!" The figure of the **** shadow appeared again, but this time, his voice was as dark as the nine-story hell.

The tiger slammed a cold war, and he couldn’t help but take a step back. The other’s stunned eyes pierced his body as if to tear his body.

"You - again - say - one by one!" The raging anger has reached the unstoppable edge, no one can insult his righteous father, dare to insult his righteous father, all to die.

The cold atmosphere makes everyone like the ice cave, and the five people consciously step back a few steps, keeping the tiger behind, and the shorter Tiger Six said: "Shadow, I apologize for the words of our boss. We don't track you anymore, just don't go over, how?"

When the Huaxiahu group was so suffocated, but in the face of unmatched enemies, they could only whisper and temporarily delay their troops.

The answer to them is the scream of Tiger One.

The voice of the Tiger Six has not fallen, and the windy body has turned into a residual image. After moving to the tiger, he kicked him into the air.

From beginning to end, no one can see his movements, let alone the awareness of shots and parry.

The next moment, the wind has been shifted again in the screams of the other five people, and instantly moved to the point where the tiger fell, kicking his falling body into the air again, and giving him a loud slap in the face, in exchange for the other party. A scream.

There were two whistling fists behind him, and the wind did not return. The left hand swung backwards. "咔嚓" unloaded the wrists of the two men. At the same time, the body violently rushed through the three men who rushed to the tiger. The tiger in the middle kicked off again.

One foot, two feet, three feet, four feet... The tiger was kicked and kicked like a balloon, and did not touch the ground from beginning to end.

The squeaky bones and the screams of the scorpion made the people of the Tiger Group fully understand what was helpless and desperate. They gave up the rebellion and rescue, and stared at the violent blood emperor and the captain of the captivity.

"Ye brother, still not shot?" The black man said with a frown.

The voice has not fallen, and a blue figure has been shot.

"Oh, people who can make the old leaves so important, I can't help but want to see it."

With a heavy metal friction, a silver sniper rifle appeared in the hand. It has a name that makes the world stunned.

zero!

It is two meters long and weighs 88 kilograms. It is full of gorgeous and cold silver. There is only one person who can use it in China, the **** Xiao Xiao.

The popular figure stopped moving, and a huge air machine that suffocated him had firmly locked his body.

Hu Yi’s body finally fell to the ground, and the joints of the whole body broke down countlessly. The extreme weakness caused by the severe pain has made him unable to scream.

"Boss!" Five people sighed and ran away, watching his miserable appearance, and they all showed hatred that could not be concealed. Suddenly, the tiger screamed out: "Ye...Yes!!"

The four people heard the whole body tremble, and quickly turned back, and then they bowed down, and shouted and rejoiced: "Ye!"

A man in a long gown and a long sword in the back floated quietly in the air, his eyes closed, his face was full of joy and no sorrow, and his clothes moved with the wind, fluttering like a fairy. Although he can't see his appearance in the dark, but he can do "Lingyun's vain", there is only one person in China.

Sword God Ye Huangtian.

"You take the tiger away." The sword **** finally spoke, but the pressure on the wind was not alleviated.

"Yes!" The majestic voice made them unable to produce a trace of violation. The five people no longer said a word, lifting up the soft tiger, and several ups and downs disappeared into the night.

The man who looked at the cold and cold, the cold sweat of his body had already drenched his night clothes. Under the mighty momentum of the sword god, he felt like a floating boat, which could be sunk or destroyed by the waves at any time.

The wind slammed the guilt of the blood and the blood, and said coldly: "I didn't expect a killer in the lower district, but I was really flattered by the sword god."

It was extremely difficult to shake the fingers under the wind that was completely suppressed by the momentum. After the talk, it was already panting, forcing a fresh blood pressure pouring into the throat.

"You...the one who has been following me for the past year..."

The sword **** still did not speak, and even his eyes did not open. No one knows what he is thinking, or what he is waiting for.

The sword **** Ye Huangtian, the Chinese four gods, the god-like man. A lifetime of swords, Wu Jian, obsessed with the sword, at the age of 16, will Jiandao realize the peak of no one. At the age of 17, he made a debut at the age of 17, and he was defeated by the 14-year-old. He was defeated by the 17-year-old. He was famous at the age of 17 and he was famous for his life. He had countless challenges in his life and he had never lost.

Thirteen years ago, Ye Huangtian went to Dongpu, and he was able to kill thousands of people with the power of one person. After the war, the top ten masters of Dongpu, killing five people, wounding five people, and returning to China in peace, shocked the world and shook the world. It is called "the myth of the East" and "the person closest to God in China."

Now, at the age of forty-five, he is so strong that no one knows.

but……

The hero is saddened by the beauty, even if the sword **** can not escape the **** of this truth. Twenty years ago, he and Longwei fell in love with the shadow **** Chu Yingying at that time, and love could not extricate themselves, but in the end Chu Yingying chose Longwei. Ye Huangtian retired for this year, and he still kept insatiable after going out. He always secretly guards the belated Chu Yingying. However, in a Long family attack, he personally ruined the life of the son of Chu Yingying, who had just been born for 30 minutes, and engraved the greatest sin, pain and shame in his life. The blood washes the East.

In order to make up for his irreparable mistakes, he gave up the world of swords, fought the Quartet, took the leader of the Huaxiahu group, and guarded the dragon family for life.

This is all the information that Feng Xiaotian knows about Ye Huangtian.

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