Chapter 363: Heartbreak trample (on)

In the sixth game of Zone B, the first shield guard of Huaxia, the magic wolf who has never ranked in the rankings-won madly. His indestructible defense allowed opponents to give in directly. There is no doubt that his defensive ability is enough to contend all players in the Huaxia theater. When he was proud of holding the shield, he didn't find a corner, and a venomous gaze locked his body.
"Let's go." Feng Xiao pulled Feng Yao to his feet, preparing to leave the arena temporarily.
"Ah?" Feng Yao's face was unexpected: "The next game is a heavenly storm. Doesn't my brother want to watch it?"
"Don't look, he will win." Then he looked disdainfully. "But he was too lazy to watch. As for his strength, hum, disdain."
Feng Yao knew it, chuckled, and returned to Fenglou with him.
It's already four o'clock in the afternoon. At five o'clock it will be the last match of the two districts. He will have no words on the blood ... This arrangement is too good for him.
"Brother, is that crying blood without a name, is it really Beiming Chongyun?" Feng Yao stood behind him and squeezed his shoulder. This action has become a habit many years ago.
"It's him ... even if it turns to ashes, I recognize him." Feng Xiao's voice was faint, but Feng Yao could still hear the deep hatred. His humiliation is enough for him to remember his whole life.
For a brief silence, Feng Yao quietly said, "Brother ... Remember her?"
she was……
There was a flash of pain in Feng Xiao's eyes. He closed his eyes and said weakly, "I don't remember ... don't mention her."
Feng Yao bit her lower lip lightly. She understands better than anyone. Except for her father, she is his greatest pain and frustration, and also her most painful memory.
The main hall of Weeping Blood Reincarnation. Weeping blood Wuming walked back and forth anxiously, he had no interest in watching the game half an hour ago, and withdrew from the field. Because the next game is his match, the opponent is actually ... Shura!
He finally stopped, and said resentfully, "You say, how much I have to win over Shura."
"There is no chance." The Weeping Blood Knife replied. He knows the strength of Weeping Blood and knows no one better than anyone, and he may not even have a chance to fight with Shura PK.
"So what should I do? Abandon the game? Give up?" He smashed the table with a punch, and he hated that Shura as if he was deliberately targeting him, but if he knew he was singled out, he had no strength to fight him . No matter what kind of preparation he makes, it can only be futile.
"No," Weeping Blood Knife shook his head.
Abandoning the game meant that he was afraid of Shura, not even having the courage to face it, which would make the whole cycle of sobbing blood a laughing stock ... admitting to lose is basically the same thing.
"Then you can only face it." Weeping Blood Wuming took out the long white sword with a faint white light and hated: "With my equipment and strength, even Shura, it is not easy to defeat me."
Is that right? The Weeping Blood Knife shook his head secretly, but did not say it.
Tiansha Fengyun defeated Bloodfield without any suspense and won with no hate, Zone B Soul Killer also easily defeated the opponent to advance. Both of them didn't take a glance at the game, maybe it didn't matter, maybe they didn't bother. He never disdains the consciousness of "don't despise any enemy." In his world, absolute strength is also equal to absolute confidence.
The time of the last match is finally approaching. People's spirits were stirred up again, because this time it was Shura who was going to play ... this seemed to be another game without suspense.
Maybe it was bravery, maybe it was to express their fearlessness, and the crying blood Wuming stood on the stage early with a sword. His reputation is far less loud than those of the real masters. Although the blood-weeping reincarnation he founded is also one of the top ten gangs in China, it is far behind Tiansha, the gods, and the soul in terms of strength and fame. In the face of Shura today, if he flees, his reputation will fall, and if he loses, it will have little effect ... if he wins ... in case of victory, his name will surely ring through Huaxia overnight.
In this game, Xiao Tian and Chen Binger, who understand Feng Xiao's strength, have no interest in even glancing at it. This is a game with very different strengths, and they are all staying in the tower to ponder tomorrow's battle.
However, there are many people who pay special attention to this.
"Mom! Come on, it's a stingy game."
A small figure rushed into the room, and after a while pulled a knot of hair, the gorgeous woman trot out.
"I will play against Shura." Duan Muxiao explained excitedly, looking forward to the LCD screen in front of her. He has been here to watch the game for a day, and Xiaolian's face is already red with excitement.
Looking at Beiming Chongyun standing on the platform, Beimingyu butterfly flashed a complex light. With such a younger brother, she didn't know if she should resent or hate. She couldn't bear to hit Duan Muxiao's enthusiasm and sat next to him, looking forward to the start of the game with him.
Wow ...
"Sura! Shura! Shura! ..."
In the exaggerated shouting and screaming of countless players, Feng Xiao finally appeared on the arena, facing twenty meters away from the crying blood Wuming. It was still a dark mask, black armour, but the pale golden cloak, but replaced by eight pairs of spurs standing on the back. The crazy cry that was almost enough to shake the mountain surprised him a little, he never knew that his popularity had reached such a height.
He didn't know that in the eyes of others, he was strong, cold, and mysterious. Everything he did in public was a legend.
Senran proudly, that slight coercion actually made the first time to face up to Shura's crying blood Wuming sprouting and retreating. But he woke up quickly, raised his head and looked at him, and in terms of momentum, he must not lose.
"Wow! It is indeed my idol!" Looking at Shulu's rock-like body, Duanmuxiao's eyes were full of little stars, as if he had completely forgotten that his opponent was himself. Beimingyudie looked at his expression strangely, and then began to pay close attention to Shura in the screen, which allowed the wise and proud eyes to observe the world's Xiaoer Feng as an idol. Human place.
"Now it's too late to kneel for mercy, or run away with your tail in it."
A low, but murky voice sounded in the weeping blood Wuming's ears, making him sullen slightly and then his face was completely gloomy. He had heard such insults from childhood to age.
"I have resentment against you?" Weeping Blood Wuming called out a weapon, and the sword pointed at Feng Xiao, even though he was a fool, it should have been seen that Shura was deliberately targeting him.
"No resentment." Feng Xiao pulled a hint of irony from the corner of his mouth: "Just to see you are not pleasing to the eye. Give you a chance, now kneeling and shouting three times grandpa, I can let you step down immediately, otherwise ..." watching him With a more and more gloomy complexion, Feng Xiao's voice became deeper and lower: "You will regret it every day!"
Weeping blood Wuming kept calm and difficult, but his right hand holding the sword was shaking, and the sound of teeth staggering in his mouth. He chested up and down a few times, and also sneered: "Sura! It is best not to let me see you again, otherwise I will make you never restful even in the city."
"Really ... then I'm really looking forward to it." The ridicule on Feng Xiao's face grew heavier. With the countdown to the start of the game, he finally summoned a weapon, which also pointed to the crying blood ... in the audience Immediately exclaimed, the expression of sobbing blood without a word was ugly for an instant-because Shura took it out, it was clearly a novice sword of level 0!
insult! Naked insults and contempt!
Weeping blood Wuming shivered violently throughout his body, anxious to rush up and bit him like a crazy dog. If he loses under Shura's golden sword, no one will say anything more ... but if he loses under the novice sword, it will be completely different, and he will bear the contempt of Shura and everyone.
Duanmuxiao's eyes became more and more eager ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Small hands clap unconsciously and whispered: "First hit his heart, then destroy his name, then destroy his body, this is the treatment The sharpest means of the enemy. "
He whispered to himself into Bei Mingyu's ears, and she sighed.
"……Game start!"
"Xiu Luo, you go to death!" With a venting roar, a silver eagle appeared above the head of Weeping Blood Wuming, and flew to the wind in a rage. Although extremely angry, he did not completely lose his mind. First, he summoned his eight-level flying pet "Claw Silver Eagle" to attack, and then a flash of black light. Another eight-level pet violent Black Mountain Wolf was summoned, and also roared. Immediately after the sharp claw silver eagle, attacked Fengfeng Xiao. Want to use the gap in Feng Xiao parry to make a surprise attack.
The disdain flashed past, and just as the silver claws were about to pierce his body, he waved softly with his right hand holding the novice sword.
boom!
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The sound of Jianbing burst clearly in everyone's ears. In the large-scale "Binghuang Po", the body of the sharp claw silver eagle was planted from the air, and the violent Montenegro wolf fell down and disappeared on the arena.
The action of Weeping Blood Wuming preparing to rush forward was stopped abruptly, and his steps involuntarily took a step back. The two pets he was proud of were spiked before touching the corner of Shura ’s clothes, and the number of injuries made him all unbelievable.
That's a novice sword at level 0 with only 5 points of attack!
"Well, it's still too strong, I don't know if he can resist it." Feng Xiao's face was depressed, his strength attribute was already very strong, plus the 57-level attribute kept by the chain of guardianness , His power attribute today can only be described by terror. Even with a novice sword, his attack is 6931, which is half the attack strength when using Xuanyuan Sword.