Legend of the Asura

Feng Xiao felt that his body had gradually lost consciousness, and he finally understood why his adoptive father was proud of receiving Ye Huangtian's fifty strokes back then.

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

"Chaos... Chaos... Art..."

A faint voice resounded in Feng Xiao's consciousness, awakening a trace of clarity in him, his whole body shook, and the remaining consciousness forcibly activated the Chaos Art, barely recovering the mobility of his right hand. With a palm, the light red sharp blade stabbed fiercely at his thigh.

The severe pain made Feng Xiao's consciousness extremely clear, he shouted loudly, the power of chaos filled his whole body, instantly broke through Ye Huangtian's oppressive aura, swung to the extreme, turned into an afterimage and waved his flying feathers to stab Ye Huangtian.

No one has ever let me down like this!

In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that can't be broken. Sword God, let me see how you can break my wind-like speed.

The air mechanism was broken, Ye Huangtian Gujing Wubo's face showed surprise, but he regained his composure in an instant, and at some point in his hand, there was an ancient purple sword that radiated majesty.

Feng Xiao's flying feathers were close at hand, Ye Huangtian did not dodge or dodge, his right hand holding the sword slightly swayed, instantly weaving an airtight purple sword net, covering Feng Xiao's whole body.

Feng Xiao seemed to feel countless piercing sword qi piercing his whole body. The opponent only had one sword, but he felt that there were countless swords swinging together, completely blocking his way. strangle.

Feng Xiao was terrified, and quickly moved sideways, but a little too late, there was a sharp pain in the left side of his body, and countless shallow wounds had been carved on his left arm and left chest by the sword energy.

Ye Huangtian stood with the purple sword in his hand, as if he had never moved it.

Feng Xiao was out of breath, and his heart was already turned upside down.

One move, just one move hurt yourself.

A sword transforms into countless sword shadows, and every sword shadow contains a powerful sword energy, making it impossible for people to dodge or resist, let alone get close to his body.

Ignoring the countless small wounds, Feng Xiao once again tightly grasped Feiyu, who was as light as nothing, in his hand. He had already decided to fight again, and with his shocking speed, he bet that the sword god would not have time to make a move.

Feng Xiao paused for a moment, his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, and a red light shot straight at Ye Huangtian's right arm as fast as lightning.

Emperor Jian Ziyang, ranked third among China's Top Ten Divine Weapons, is his must-have in this life.

The sound of howling wind blew past his ears, and Feng Xiao had already raised his speed to the extreme. Suddenly, an extremely dangerous aura came from his right side—it was definitely not the aura brought by the Sword God, but it made him feel as if he was approaching death.

Although Feng Xiao was shocked, he circulated all the energy of chaos in an instant, exerting the power of chaos to the extreme, forcibly twisting the space around his body...

Ye Huangtian saw a scene that shocked him... The blood emperor's shadow wind, which was so fast that it was hard to distinguish with the naked eye, completely violated the laws of physics, turned back at the same speed in an instant, and disappeared into the dark night, at the moment he turned back , a silver bullet narrowly missed the bend of his leg.

Any moving object that wants to stop or move in the opposite direction must have an inertial buffer process in which the speed drops to zero. Relatively speaking, the faster the speed, the greater the distance and longer time required for buffering. But Feng Xiao completely violated this principle, like a light that suddenly hit a mirror, it was instantly reflected back by Yuan.

Ye Huangtian stayed quietly for a while, sighed, put away the Ziyang sword, and floated back to the place where he hid before.

"Old Xiao, you really couldn't hold back your shot."

Xiao Ying looked dull, looking at his hands in disbelief. After a long time, I said a little lonely: "As expected of the person you value so much. After twenty years, I finally missed once—and it was such a close position."

"If you are not reconciled, there will be a next time. He is a proud person, and he will never change his style because of our appearance. The next time he appears, he will definitely remind him of where he will appear."

Feng Xiao was dizzy for a while, and finally fell on a wasteland, panting heavily. The reversal of space just now almost exhausted all his power of chaos.

Reversing the laws of the world, he could barely do it with the first level of the Chaos Art. Yesterday he pulled the space between him and Nanny Liu with one hand. It seemed easy, but in fact it consumed most of his Chaos Power.

"Sword God and Sniper God are dispatched at the same time. It's not such an honor that they came specifically for me." Feng Xiao sat on the ground, slowly recovering his strength, and the wound on his body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's amazing, really amazing to be able to escape from the sword god and the sniper god." Feng Xiao giggled twice, inadvertently pulled the wound on his chest, and immediately grinned in pain.

The leader of the Huaxia Eagle Group, Xiao Ying, the god of sniping, has eagle-like eyes and leopard-like reflexes. He never misses when he kills people thousands of meters away.

"I seem to hear a vague voice waking me up, and it seems to be Wan'er's voice... Huh, it must be an illusion."

Fengyao tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, her heart was beating wildly. Because my brother still didn't come back, this time, it took longer than any previous time.

Feng Yao tossed and turned in endless torment and prayer.

"Pa—" There was an extremely slight landing sound on the balcony, and after a while, there was an even softer sound of closing the door next door.

A happy smile appeared on Feng Yao's face, and she gently hugged Xi Ruo's soft body and fell asleep peacefully.

Looking at the wounds all over his body, Feng Xiao showed a trace of indifference on his face.

Seventeen wounds! Even if you are the sword god, I will give you back one by one!

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"Little boy, don't keep looking at me, eat quickly." Feng Xiao looked at her with a smile.

"En!" Shui Rourou hummed softly, and continued to fiddle with the egg tarts on the plate, thinking in her heart: Young master, how can he eat it if you look at her like that.

"Ding! Princess Shuiyue's maid asks to enter, is it allowed?"

"Princess Shuiyue? You haven't given up yet, have you?" Feng Xiao looked at Shui Rourou who was also looking at him.

"Allow!" Feng Xiao pulled her out.

"Slave Xiaoyue pays a visit to the Secret Envoy and Princess Shuirou, and is specially ordered by Princess Shuiyue to return the supplies that Princess Shuirou left in the princess mansion." The little maid said without humility. The four little eunuchs behind him carried a large pile of packed items.

"Princess Shuirou?" Feng Xiao looked at Shuirourou strangely, "Isn't it you?"

Shui Rourou lowered her head, twitched for a while before saying: "I am Princess Shuiyue's younger sister, and my father, the Emperor's goddaughter, so they all call me Princess. But I usually serve Shuiyue A princess, so a maid is more suitable for me."

"Are you really a princess?!" Feng Xiao's eyes widened, my mother, Emperor Tianlong actually gave me a princess as a maid, what does he mean? Grace is not enough to send all daughters to the door.

No wonder Princess Shuiyue fought me to the death for a maid yesterday, so I stole her sister.

The four little eunuchs put down their things and bowed away with the little maid.

"Little boy, since you are the goddaughter of the emperor, why did he give you to me as a maid?"

"Because... because..." Shui Rourou twisted the corner of her clothes with her small hands, raised her eyes and said, "Father said that you are very powerful, and only I am worthy to be your maid, and that you will definitely like me, and that... ...and said he wanted me to listen to you in everything."

I am powerful? Well, you discovered all of this. Well, in order to repay your kindness, I accept your daughter without hesitation.

Molesting the princess seems to be a good choice, Feng Xiao suddenly has a smirk on his face.

Shui Rourou subconsciously protects her chest, although she doesn't succeed every time.

"Young...Master, where's sister Xiruo?" Shui Rourou tried hard to change the topic.

"The little slacker hasn't gotten up yet, but he will come to accompany you soon."

"Who are you calling a slob!" Yang Xiruo, who just logged in, came out of the back garden with a smile.

"Xiruo, are you up? Have you had breakfast yet?" Feng Xiao quickly went up to hold her hand, and the other hand touched her soft buttocks without any trace.

Yang Xiruo let out a soft "ah", her face flushed, she gently broke away from Feng Xiao's hand, and ran to Shui Rourou's side.

"Sister Rourou, let's go plant flowers and ignore this big villain." After saying that, he gave him a blank look, and the two girls flew towards the backyard like two butterflies.

"It turns out that Xi Ruo also has a naughty side!" Feng Xiao chuckled.

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

"Well, do you think that your boss is unparalleled in the sky and unparalleled in the earth. By the way, Aotian, why didn't you go online yesterday."

The other side was silent, and after a while, he said, "Boss, Ruoruo depends on you to protect me."

"Hehe, put your mind at ease, I will definitely make her happy." He understood what Yang Aotian meant, and without any worries, he could start his revenge plan without any scruples.

"Leveling and leveling!" Even though Feng Xiao was very reluctant, he still had to go to the ghostly death cemetery, only there was the most suitable place for him to level up.

"Should I release Xiao Xiao?" Feng Xiao thought for a while, but gave up on this idea, because it probably wouldn't be of much use if released, and he had to distract himself to protect it.

On the third floor of the death cemetery, a man's wild laughter and countless poor people's mourning began to sound again.

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