MTL - Legend of the Asura-v10 Chapter 598 Hate the sky
The people there are very ugly, all of them are evil and the body is in a variety of shapes. From the first day of his entry, he was forced to start cruel training at the age of two, but he did not have a trace of complaints, because he had the blood and instinct to kill the gods and fight for strength and battle, and more because of the most in the soul. Simple hate, he wants to become stronger, to revenge, to kill those who want to destroy his white family.
From then on, his life was only left to practice swords and sleep. Gradually, this pathological cruel training became his habit. Sometimes, he even waved his epee in a row for several days and nights until he could not eat until Tired prostration, he is like a crazy machine, and it has been going on for twenty years.
In addition to cruel training, his world is blank. Therefore, in his twenties, his strength surpassed that of China's strongest sword.
The only warmth was the tears on her face before he was in a coma.
She is his sister... but his world is not destined to be jealous and concerned, otherwise he cannot be a true killer.
They are all a group of madmen, a group of madmen who have no humanity. They tried their best to use more cruel training methods to improve his strength. Because only he is strong, he has the ability to break the enchantment that only humans can break, and they can leave this place where there is always darkness.
For the enchanting rain, they have always been indifferent, never telling her what to do, and never talking to her, letting her do anything, as if she did not exist at all. Although they are mad, they are definitely not fools. They know that only the existence of the charm rain can make the hate heaven not really collapse in the inhuman torture.
If they are worthless, they will allow her to exist.
A year ago, he heard the call of the last day of Huang Quan, so he went out there and came to the world of reincarnation. The people there seemed to see hope, and after he got enough power, he came back and ruined the seal. They would help him revenge and help him kill the world.
Killing the world... It was a simple hatred of a child of only two years old, and it was also this hatred that accompanied him for a cruel twenty years. But, when he grows up, will he really do crazy crazy world?
In the reincarnation of the world, he got the end of the Yellow Spring, the blood that is connected to his blood, and he can enter and exit the two worlds. In the world of reincarnation, he kills every day, but he knows that everyone he kills is not really dead. That kind of killing is not really killing.
But why, he can't do real killing, can only use this false killing in this world to vent his own confusion.
It is because she always stays with her, or because her beliefs that have been ingrained for 20 years have been shaken.
After he came out from there, he began to touch the world. Originally, he thought it was a world full of wicked people and ugly faces, but gradually, he found that he was wrong, he saw more of that kind of warm harmony, and that for twenty years, only in her The smile I have seen on my face.
In contrast, the cruel world he has survived for twenty years is the real darkness, the real ugliness and the extinction of humanity.
Slowly, he liked the world, and he didn't want to think about the hellish past. In the subtle, he gradually began to have complex feelings instead of single hatred.
The killing knife of the **** did not really fall once. And in that dark place, he never went back to it, and even began to forget their existence and forgot the "mission" they gave themselves.
He lost his goal and became more and more confused. He didn't know where he should go and what to do.
Finally one day, he finally had a new goal - that is, Shura.
Killing God is powerful, killing, fighting, and wanting to lose but not allowing yourself to fail. The first time he played against Shura, he lost. The second time he played against the Huaxia Fighting Congress, he still lost the final trick. In the real world, he met him again - brutal training for more than 20 years, holding the end of the yellow spring he ... still lost.
So he became his goal. The arrogance of killing God does not allow him to fail. Whether it is this world or the real world.
Just, after defeating him, what should he do? Why did you appear here? What is the meaning of your own survival?
In the confusion, his gaze has no focal length, and his footsteps have no direction. The sound of stepping on the ground is heavier than once.
Xiao Tian, sitting on the grass, squinted, and after seeing hate, he stood up fiercely.
His standing will also awaken the sky from the confusion, see Xiao Tian, hate the eyes of the sky slightly, because this is the one who broke the sacred barrier at the Huaxia Fighting Congress and finally died with him.
He is very strong.
Therefore, hate heaven evokes the end of the day, Huang Quan, the eyes of the murder of killing. However, his attention was quickly diverted because he had a pair of dead eyes.
The body around the gods is filled with natural scent, which makes people murderous without fear and fear. The **** of death is the dead air that can devour human life, the collision of murderousness and dead air. They all smell the dangerous taste from each other.
Hate the body for a turn, the tip of the sword pointed to Yang Aotian, the essence of the fierce murderous release, such as a knife straight Yang Yangtian.
Xiao Tian, who is ready to fight, can't wait for a sword to hate the sky... See the strange guy, actually look down on you Xiao Grandpa! !
Xiao Tian sat back on the grass with his patience and looked forward to the battle between killing God and death. He wanted to see their true strength and wanted to know where the gap between themselves and them was.
One is to kill the gods, one is the **** of death, one is cold and bloodless, one is lifeless, one has super artifacts, the end of the day, Huangquan, one has super artifacts, causal reincarnation, two people seem completely different, but under coordination, there is a striking similarity At the office.
In the face of hateful murderousness, Yang Aotian glared at him with a faint look, still sitting there calmly, such as the weathered dry corpse generally does not move. Around his body, the green grass that was devastated by the wind was easily blown off by the wind and walked with the wind.
Hate the sky with both hands holding the sword, the body suddenly jumped, one of the most common fleas on Yang Aotian, the contact between the sword and the body, came a "squeaky" noise.
Yang Aotian still stays still, and said plainly: "I only kill the person who killed it."
He only kills the people he hates, the people who block him, his power, only for revenge.
The indifferent tone, the unscathed posture, the gray damage figures all let the hateful eyebrows lock, he snorted, his hands raised, the blood on the end of the yellow spring suddenly began, then squat.
This time, Yang Aotian finally moved, the black figure flicked like a ghost, and the end of the day, Huang Quan was on the ground, and the turf was shocked.
Hate the sky to recover the end of the day, Huang Quan, once again snorted: "I don't fight against people who have no war."
He turned indifferently and headed for the East. Charm rain looked at the mysterious death and followed him behind him. She has been following him so inseparablely, let him slowly wipe out the suffocating and hate in his heart, and then accept the world.
She is very bitter and tired, but she has no regrets.
"Aotian, it seems that you are not afraid of attacking." Xiao Tian patted his **** and stood up and said. From the dodging of him just now, he vaguely realized what it was, but unfortunately a wonderful battle could not be staged.
"Fear of fire, fear of light, fear of life." Yang Aotian is low.
"I know, what about the attack?" Xiao Tian paused and suddenly asked: "What is the upper limit of attack you can afford?"
"100,000!"
"Oh...that is, unless you can hit more than 100,000 damage at a time, you can't hurt you at all?" Xiao Tian said a little.
"Yes!"
"If that is more than 100,000? Will it hang directly?"
Perhaps 100,000 is the upper limit of the damage that his body can carry. If it exceeds 100,000, the body will suffer losses, or you can't help but be killed.
"will not!"
Xiao Tian’s eyes glanced: “Would you?”
"It will be downgraded," Yang Aotian said coldly.
At this time, although the death is the player's identity, it still does not really die. When he is emptied as a normal player, "life" will also drop the level, but it will not die.
"Oh... it turns out." Xiao Tian finally balanced his mind. Although he is still a "god" who can't die, there is no way to break the balance.
He is a small bug in the world... but the first condition for becoming a small bug is death.
And Shura is a super ug! His presence has completely swayed all other players.
Yang Aotian stood up, and the eyes of the **** of death looked deep into the West.
"Is thinking about going to Ximen's house again?" Xiao Tian said. Looking at his look and eyes, he knew what he was thinking, and he might not think about anything other than Simon's.
Yang Aotian nodded slightly.
Xiao Tian shook his head and said with perseverance: "Believe me, I understand your feelings. The death of the **** is 10,000 times cheaper. However, you should know more about the background of Ximen’s family. The things that this family is implicated are too Too complicated, even to a certain extent, affects the economic lifeline of the whole of China. After all, the boss is a dragon family. If you go so far, no matter what the outcome, it is likely to bring great trouble to the dragon family. So, still When the boss comes back, he will not let you down."
Yang Aotian did not refute, but slowly nodded. The world that can make him suspend revenge may be only popular in the world. Because he saved him and saved his sister, even his current strength is also given by him. His kindness may not be able to pay off in this life, so he will never do things that may be against him.
At this time, their "boss" is lying in the arms of the little fairy, silently calculating the time with their eyes closed.
At the World Fighting Congress, he must not participate.
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