Legend of the Asura

The wind felt that his body had slowly lost consciousness. He finally understood why the righteous father would take pride in the fifty-five strokes of Ye Huangtian.

Half a minute passed, his body seemed to be no longer his own, and consciousness began to blur slowly.

"Mixed... Chao... Hey..."

A trace of sound that sounded in the wind and consciousness, awakened his clearness, his body shocked, and the residual consciousness forced the chaos, and reluctantly restored the right hand's ability to move. The palm of the hand, the light red blade thorns to his thigh.

The intense pain made the windy consciousness become sober. He shouted, the power of chaos spread all over the body, and instantly broke through the imposing pressure of Ye Huangtian, and waved to the extreme, turning into a residual shadow and waving feathers to Ye Huangtian.

No one has ever let me eat this!

The world of martial arts, only fast, not broken, sword god, let me see how you crack my general degree.

The air machine was broken, and the face of Ye Huangtian Gujing’s waveless face was amazed, but the calmness was restored in a blink of an eye. I didn’t know when I had a purple ancient sword with a dignified atmosphere.

The popular flying feathers are close at hand, Ye Huangtian does not evade, the right hand of the sword is slightly swayed, and an imperfect purple sword net is woven in an instant, and the cover is swept away.

The wind seems to feel that countless sturdy swords stabbed his whole body. The other side only had a sword, but he felt that there were countless swords waving together, completely blocking his way. Only a little further forward, he would be Strangled.

The wind was screaming, and it was moving sideways, but it was a little bit worse. The left side of the body had a sharp pain, and the left arm and left chest had been engraved with countless shallow wounds.

Ye Huangtian held the purple sword and stood up, as if he had never moved.

The wind is panting, and my heart has already turned up the storm.

One trick, only one stroke hurts himself.

A sword, illusion of countless sword shadows, and each sword shadow, there is a strong sword, so that people can not dodge, can not resist, let alone close to his body.

Ignore countless small wounds, and the wind is once again shaking hands and shaking the feathers of nothing. He has decided to fight again, and with his shocking degree, he can't beat the swordsman.

The wind slammed a little, and the figure suddenly disappeared in the same place. A red light flashed quickly and directly shot the right arm of Ye Huangtian.

The third sword of the Chinese gods, Ziyang, is the must-see for his life.

The whistling wind blew from the ear, and the wind has raised the degree to the extreme. Suddenly, an extremely dangerous breath came from his right side - it was not the breath of the sword god, but it gave him the feeling of near death.

Although the wind is stunned, all the chaotic gas is running in an instant, and the power of chaos is swept to the extreme, and the space around the body is reversed...

Ye Huangtian saw a scene that shocked him... The **** movie that was so difficult to distinguish from the naked eye completely violated the physical rules, instantly reversing at the same degree, disappearing into the dark night, just at the moment he turned back. A silver bullet rubbed his leg.

Any moving object that wants to stop or move in the opposite direction must have an inertia buffering process that drops to zero. Relatively speaking, the faster the degree, the larger the distance required for buffering and the longer the time. However, the winds completely violated this principle. Like a light that suddenly touched the mirror, it was instantly reflected back.

Ye Huangtian quietly stayed for a while, sighed and put away the Ziyang sword, and returned to the position where he had hidden.

"Old Xiao, you really still can't hold back."

Xiao Ying’s face was sluggish and he couldn’t believe his hands. For a long time, I was a bit sloppy and said: "I don't want to be the one who pays you so much attention. For twenty years, I finally lost my hand once - and it is so close."

"If you don't want to be reconciled, next time, he is a proud person. He will never change his style because of our appearance. When he appears next time, he will definitely remind him of the position he wants to appear."

The wind stunned and finally fell on a wasteland, gasping for a big mouth. The reversal of the space just now exhausted almost all his chaos.

Rebelling against the laws of the world, he can only do it with the chaos of the first layer. Yesterday, he used a single hand to pull the space between him and Liu Baom. It seems to be easy, but it consumes most of his chaos.

"The sword **** and the **** of the gods are dispatched at the same time. It is not so honored to come to me specially." The wind squatted on the ground and slowly returned to the strength, and the wound on his body was healing with the naked eye.

"It is impossible to escape from the life of the sword **** and the gods. It is really impossible." The wind screamed and smirked, inadvertently pulling the wound on the chest, and suddenly licked his teeth.

The leader of the Huaxia Group, Xiao Shen, the eagle's eyes, the leopard's reflex nerve, and the life beyond the kilometer, never missed.

"I seem to hear a vague voice that wakes me up, and it seems like a sly voice... It must be an illusion."

Fengyao can't fall asleep when he turns over and over, and his heart is jumping wildly. Because my brother still has no voice to come back, this time, it will be longer than any previous one.

Feng Yao tossed and turned in endless suffering and prayer.

“啪—” A sound of a slight slamming sound rang on the balcony. After a while, a slighter closing sound was heard next door.

There was a happy smile on Feng Yao’s face, gently holding the soft body and sleeping peacefully.

Looking at the wounds on his body, there was a hint of indifference on his face.

Seventeen wounds! Even if you are a sword god, I will return it to you together!

............

"Small, don't always look at me, eat fast." Windy smiled at her.

"Well!" The water was soft and soft, and he continued to play with the egg tarts in the dish. He was thinking: Master, you look at people like this, how do people eat it.

"Hey! Princess of the Water Moon Princess asks for permission, is it allowed?"

"Shuiyue Princess? Willn't you still die?" The wind looked at the water that was also watching him soft.

"Allow!" The wind pulled her out and went out.

"Slaves and small moons meet the secret envoys and the Shuirou princess, and the life of the Princess of Shuiyue is returned to the Princess of Shuifu to stay in the Princess House." The little maid said in a humble manner. The four little eunuchs behind him carried a large pile of items.

"Water Princess?" The wind looked strangely at the soft water. "Isn't that you?"

The water softly bowed his head and twisted for a while before saying: "I am the sister of the Princess of the Water Moon, and the father - the daughter of the Emperor, so they all call me Princess. But I usually wait for the moon. Princess, so, it is more suitable for me."

"You really are a princess?!" The wind was wide open, my mother, the Emperor Tianlong actually sent a princess to me as a maid. What does he mean? Grace doesn't even send my daughter to the door.

No wonder the Princess of the Water Moon will fight for a maid and I will live and die for me. I used to grab her sister.

The four little eunuchs put things down and left with the little maid to leave.

"Oh, why are you the emperor's daughter, why should he give you to me as a maid?"

"Because...because..." The soft soft hand twisted the skein horn and raised his eyes and said: "The father said that you are very powerful. Only I can be your maid, and you will love me, and say... ...and said that I want to hear from you."

I am powerful? Well, this is all done by you. Well, in order to repay your enlightenment, your daughter will accept it with utmost politeness.

It’s a good choice to have nothing to do with the princess, and the wind is suddenly a smirk.

Water softly and subconsciously protects the chest, although it will not succeed every time.

"Less... young master, if the sister is eve?" Water softly turned to the topic.

"The little lazy worm hasn't gotten up yet, but will come with you soon."

"You said who is a small lazy!" Yang Xiruo, who was just on the line, smiled and walked out from the back garden.

"Oh, if you get up? Haven't eaten breakfast yet." The wind quickly went up to pull her hand, and the other hand touched her soft buttocks without traces.

Yang Xiruo lightly "ah", his face flushed, gently broke away from the windy hands, and ran to the soft side of the water.

"Soft sister, let's plant flowers, ignore this big bad guy." After a white look, the two girls flew to the backyard like two butterflies.

"There is also a naughty side of the original eve!"

"Boss, that Shura is you?" Yang Aotian's voice came from the talker.

"Well, do you think that your boss is unparalleled in the sky? For Aotian, why didn't you go online yesterday?"

Silence in the opposite direction, after a while, said: "Boss, if you rely on you to protect."

"Oh, you put a hundred hearts, I must make her happy." He understands the meaning of Yang Aotian, without any worries, he can unscrupulously carry out revenge.

"Leveling and leveling!" Even though one hundred reluctances are popular, he still has to go to the ghostly death cemetery. Only there is the best place for him to level up.

"Would you like to release the little one?" The wind sighed for a while, but gave up the idea, because it is estimated that the goods will not play a role, but also have to decentralize to protect it.

On the third floor of the cemetery of death, a man’s laughter and countless poor people’s condolences began to sound.

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