Legend of the Asura

Behind Feng Xiao, there was a flash of white light, and the gloomy Yamamoto Michio reappeared in the revival point. The humiliation almost made his lungs explode. He let out a loud roar, unsheathed the long black blade behind him, and charged towards him while roaring madly.

Hearing the sound behind him, Feng Xiao didn't even bother to turn his head and didn't even move his body. His running figure continuously flashed, and in the end, he suddenly appeared to the right of Feng Xiao as if he teleported. The pitch-black broadsword instantly slashed out three terrifying black arcs towards Feng Xiao's body.

MISS, MISS, -1246.

Two gorgeous Mishas and an extremely ridiculous damage number for Feng Xiao. Finally, Feng Xiao turned his head to the side, "Is the number two expert of the Eastern Ocean so powerful?"

Yamamoto Michio was completely dumbfounded, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Although Feng Xiao's defense was not even a third of his attack power, it was still at 6088! Even though he was several times stronger than a normal player, it was already quite good for Yamamoto Michio to be able to break through his defenses. And Feng Xiao's base evasion ability was 4645, which made all Assassin Class classes envious of him.

With another ordinary thrust from his Level 0 Beginner Sword, a -30664 yellow number appeared on Yamamoto Miche's head, instantly killing him again.

"Tsk, to think that he would dare to make a ruckus in front of me with such little strength. He really doesn't know his own limits."

Yamamoto Michio's revival point appeared behind Feng Xiao again, but this time, his face was even darker than the black blade on his back. He quickly rushed out of the area of protection of the revival point. The moment he stepped out, the black blade in his hand started to shine with a dark light.

"Asura!" "Go to hell …"

Whooosh.

A wild gust of wind swept by, and Yamamoto Michio's attack, which had yet to be completed, was once again instantly killed by a "Berserk Dance of the Whirlwind".

"If you don't have enough strength, then speak a lot of nonsense." Feng Xiao curled his lips in disdain once again.

The players of the East Ocean Continent were all stunned. They couldn't even utter a single word. Yamamoto Michio, the second strongest martial artist in the East Ocean Continent and the most admired martial artist in the entire world, was toyed with like a newborn baby in front of a Chinese Asura … The Shura had even been using the Level 0 Beginner Sword which had no offensive power!

Shame! Provoke... Fear.

"Do you still want to die?" Feng Xiao turned his body to the side and stepped on the inkstone that Yamamoto Miche had exploded out of. At the same time, he waved the novice sword in his hand and looked at Yamamoto Miche who had reappeared with disdain.

The resurrection point was nearby, which made it convenient for Yamamoto Miche and became his sorrow. And the novice sword in the Shura's hand was a great disgrace to him.

"Kill him! Hurry up and kill him! "

Yamamoto Michio's dignity and confidence had been completely torn apart by the Shura. At this moment, his rank had dropped by three levels and his strongest equipment had all dropped off. He had completely forgotten about his arrogant words about not bullying the weak with numbers. Go to hell!

The third expert was scared and ran away like a frightened dog. The second expert was killed over and over again in a very casual manner. The Japanese players only felt as if they had been slapped in the face and their lungs were about to explode. Their last hope also fell on Blood Cherry. During the battle of the East Ocean Continent, she had defeated Yamamoto Michio with one strike and won first place. No one doubted her terrifying strength.

Yamamoto Michio's roar had ignited the fierceness in the hearts of the players of the East Ocean Continent. They had been holding in for so long, they finally shouted out and charged towards the Shura in the middle of the group.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Feng Ye Bluestar let out a light cry, and anxiously shouted out. "With so many people bullying him, could the big scoundrel Asura be … …" "Could it be..."

Feng Ye Kuanglan looked at Feng Ye Lan Xing with a strange gaze, and said softly: "Lan Lan, didn't you always hate Big Brother Xiu Luo? Why are you worried for him now? "

Maple Leaf was startled, then almost jumped up. His intense reaction made the two brothers break out in a cold sweat. Who …. Who's worrying about that big bad guy! I just hate those bad people from the East Ocean Continent more! "Humph!"

"Eh …. "Yes, yes!" Maple Leaf wiped the cold sweat off his forehead without leaving a single trace behind.

Feng Ye Haoran looked at Maple Leaf Blue Star once more, his expression becoming more serious. It was easy for a young girl's heart to fall, but little Holy Maiden Xuanyuan absolutely could not fall in love with another man, absolutely not!

"Don't worry. As long as Asura steps into the revival point, no one will be able to hurt him." But I'm sure he wouldn't do that. One person can easily wipe out a gang. How could I possibly put these people in my eyes? "

Ka ka ka ka …

Beautiful ice blossomed in front of Feng Xiao, and before the first cannon fodder could attack, a large amount of them fell. At the same time, they spread out their gigantic soul wings, and with a flutter of their sharp wings, they killed all the players behind them.

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The players from the East Ocean Continent were furious to begin with. With no one leading the group, they rushed towards the Shura like headless flies. Feng Xiao was too lazy to move his feet, too lazy to even change his weapon. The novice sword in his hand and the soul wings on his back recklessly flapped, casually harvesting wave after wave of lives. Most of the players from the East Ocean Continent didn't even have the chance to make a move. But those arrows and magic spells were completely ignored by Feng Xiao. Under his extremely high defense and dodging, not many players could hit him, and even if they could, there were very few that could break through his defenses.

And these magic attacks of different elements didn't pose the slightest threat to Feng Xiao. All these disgraced and ignorant East Ocean Mages did not know that not only were the Shura not afraid of fire or thunder, they could even absorb damage. The many different types of magic skills continuously landed on Feng Xiao's body, but they didn't reduce his HP in the slightest. Adding on Feng Xiao's more than 6,000 HP per second, from the beginning to the end, he had not even used his Dark Ferocious Beast.

"Holy sh * t!" They had finally started fighting! Kill! Kill! "Kill these little bastards from the East Ocean Continent!" Xiao Tian sat in front of the screen jumping up and down in excitement, as if he was the one wantonly slaughtering his enemies.

One by one, the players from the East Ocean Continent fell to the ground, reviving from the resurrection point at the end of the day. Some of them stared dumbly at the Shura, who seemed invincible to them.

"This will go on forever." Feng Xiao helplessly glanced behind him, and finally moved.

"Holy Light Samsara!"

The terrifying ice flowers finally stopped, replacing them with an even more terrifying tornado of light. Although the attack range of the Saint Light Samsara's target wasn't as great as that of Icy Blaze, the range of its attack was far greater than that of Icy Blaze's attack. Wherever the tornado of light went, there were piles of corpses. No one could withstand a single blow. If it was said that the players of the East Ocean Continent had fallen down bit by bit before, then now, it was as if they had fallen down one by one.

Whether it was good or bad, all of the equipment that had fallen to the ground was automatically collected by Feng Xiao using the Demonic Refining Pot. They had lost all hope in taking back the items that they had dropped.

Ten minutes passed in the chaos, and the completely disproportionate slaughter did not stop for even a moment. To everyone's surprise, the Shura did not choose to escape, nor did he turn around to temporarily hide at the revival point. The dead East Ocean Continent's players revived once again. New players started pouring in from all directions, and soon, the entire plaza was in chaos. However, the tornado of light never stopped, shocking countless eyes and nerves around the world. From start to finish, he did not fall down, nor did he run away. The only ones who managed to escape were the large swarms of players from the East Ocean Continent. It was as though he possessed an endless amount of life, an invincible being … a Deity. On the other hand, the players from the East Ocean Continent were like ants who had been slaughtered under his sword.

"There is hatred in his eyes, and both his hands are clenching loudly." With a bang, the monitor in front of him was smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces. "Trash!" Trash! Trash! Tell Xue Ying to beat him immediately! Tear him to shreds! "

"Yes!" "Yes!" The middle-aged man, who had been respectfully standing behind him the entire time, meekly responded before carefully retreating. About ten seconds later, a short guard trembled as he held onto a new, versatile monitor.

Half a minute later, the monitor was once again smashed into smithereens.

The Shura continued to rush through the crowd, carrying with him a holy tornado of light, slaughtering everyone in his path. Time seemed to flow endlessly as he slaughtered everyone around him. Gradually, the anger and viciousness in the hearts of the players began to dissipate bit by bit, turning into fear. Many players were sad to discover that their levels had dropped below LV50. All their equipment had dropped and they had lost their second transition classes. Their stats had dropped and their skills had also disappeared.

The number of players who took the initiative to charge at the Shura lessened, and more and more players began to retreat in secret, frantically flee, or hide in the revival point. They didn't dare come out, and only stared at the Shura with fear in their eyes. The originally inconspicuous Beginner Sword in the hands of the Shura was actually like a talisman from hell, causing ghosts to appear everywhere it went. No one would be stupid enough to charge forward even if they knew they were courting death.

"Oh my god... He is simply superhuman! "

"This is the Asura of China …" No! It wouldn't be too much to call him a True God. "

"My heart is about to stop. Oh my god... Please, God grant me a man like the Shura. "

"My God... What he was holding was actually Beginner Sword. Ugh! He is simply not human! "

"This is crazy!" This is crazy! I'm not dreaming, am I? God, when can I reach the level of a Chinese Asura! "

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