Not only were they weeping in surprise, everyone could clearly see the two dazzling numbers, and were so shocked that they were speechless for a long time. Is this the kind of damage a novice sword can deal? ? How terrifying it would be if equipped with normal weapons.
Everyone has a new understanding of Shura's power.
"Attack here? What, are you scared? Are you scared to death?" Feng Xiao looked at his pale face with a sarcastic expression, and shook the short and thin sword in his hand.
Qixue Wuming's face turned green and white, and there was a war between heaven and man in his heart. He could not accept his miserable defeat under the novice sword. After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and said, "I agree..."
Zhi!
A bolt of purple thunder and lightning emitted from the sword in Feng Xiao's hand, wrapping around Qixue Wuming's body at lightning speed, forcing the last word he had not yet spoken into his stomach.
"Want to admit defeat? Do I allow you to admit defeat?!" Feng Xiao's eyes became ferocious, and with a strong hand, he pulled the unprepared Qixue Wuming and fell to the ground. While the same ferocious thunder and lightning bound him tightly, it was also devouring his life bit by bit. Soon, Qixue Wuming's blood tank was one-third empty.
Feng Xiao snorted coldly and retracted the soul-binding thunder rope. Just as Qixue Wuming struggled to stand up with a look of resentment, a dark thorn flew out from his right hand and nailed his shadow, making him His body seemed to be pulled by an irresistible force and was unable to stand up.
puff!
-300.
In everyone's shocked eyes, Feng Xiao suddenly raised his right foot and stepped hard on Qixue Wuming's chest. The huge sound made people's hearts beat, and they even wondered whether the kick had penetrated his chest.
Qixue Wuming's internal organs were violently churning, and he was almost knocked out by this powerful kick. This is a physical attack that is completely different from a weapon attack. All aspects of the attack are completely complete without any discount.
"Ding, you were physically insulted by player XX. You can choose to impose a level three punishment on him. Do you want to punish him?"
The foot that stepped on his chest was grinding hard, and the owner of the foot looked at him condescendingly like a victorious emperor. The unabashed contempt made him feel extremely hateful.
Click!
A thick thunderbolt fell from the sky, hitting Feng Xiao's head, bringing up a huge green number, and the mocking look on Feng Xiao's mouth became even more intense. His right foot slowly lifted up and fell heavily again, only this time, it was his face that he stepped on.
A shrill cry resounded throughout the entire arena. These two kicks brought him pain that he had never experienced in his life, and trampled his self-esteem to pieces. He seemed to see that his reputation in "Reincarnation" and his prestige in "Weeping Blood Reincarnation" were all destroyed by this step.
"How could he do this!" Beiming Yudie frowned. She knew better than anyone else that this younger brother who had grown up in admiration and doting had hardly ever received the slightest scolding, let alone insult. Although she rejects him, they are still connected by blood.
Unexpectedly, Duanmu Xiao did not speak. He looked at Shura who was trampling his uncle without blinking, as if he could feel the hatred in his heart, and his eyes shone with an extremely complicated light.
"you you… "
Bang!
The hearts of countless players beat violently again. Shura's image was also engraved with cruelty and brutality... This kick still stepped on his face, kicking back his spiteful voice. Feng Xiao looked at him with a ferocious smile, and the painful expression seemed to let the resentment he had accumulated for many years find an outlet. The movements of his feet became heavier every time, trampling hard on the face that he hated.
"Waste! Waste! Waste! Aren't you arrogant! Don't you want me to die?! Why are you crawling at my feet like a dead dog! Get up and kill me if you want!!"
That arrogant, almost roaring voice resounded throughout the entire arena. Everyone could clearly feel the resentment and anger, and they finally thought: Could it be that he has a grudge against Shura? That's why I was treated like this
Beiming Yudie's whole body trembled violently, and her brain went completely blank in an instant. Unknowingly, her vision had become blurry... That voice was a voice she would never forget for the rest of her life, and it was the aching pain that would always be engraved in her heart.
His breathing that became extremely chaotic finally caught Duanmu Xiao's attention. He turned around and froze suddenly. Because his mother had burst into tears at some point, and the white jade fingers that were clutching the corner of her clothes were trembling violently, with such strength that she almost wanted to tear them apart. He rushed to his mother in a panic and wiped away the tears that spread on her cheeks with his little hands: "Mom... why are you crying... Did Xiao'er make you angry... I, I don't watch TV anymore, I Go study...Mom, please stop crying, okay..."
She resisted the heartbreaking pain in her chest and shook her head gently: "It's none of Xiao'er's business, it's just that my mother remembered something sad."
The soft sobs finally stopped with difficulty. She looked at the bright and distressed big eyes in front of her, grabbed his narrow shoulders with both hands, and said with a serious face: "Xiao'er, remember what mom asked you to do before. The oath?"
"Remember, remember!" Duan Muxiao nodded quickly: "I swore that I would never use my cleverness to bully the weak, and I would never use my own abilities to help my family deal with good people. Otherwise, I will lose my mother forever."
Losing his mother forever... In his heart, this is the most vicious curse.
"Well!" Beiming Yudie caressed his little head with a look of relief. She turned her sad eyes to the figure on the screen and looked at him infatuatedly, as if she wanted to engrave his image at this moment in her heart forever. I don't know. Unconsciously, the tears that had been difficult to stop began to slowly slide down again.
"Xiao'er... his name is Shura, right?"
Duanmu Xiao nodded slightly. His mother's voice was as gentle as the gentle breeze, causing his tears to fall uncontrollably... and he couldn't stop them no matter what.
"Mom wants you to make another oath." She tried her best to look away from that figure, with tears in her eyes, but her expression was more serious than ever before: "No matter when or where you are, you are not allowed to have anything to do with him in this life. Enemy. When you grow up and become the head of the family, you must make every effort to find him... Use every effort to help him and his descendants. If you break your oath, you will lose your mother forever."
Without any hesitation or hesitation, Duanmu Xiao wiped away the tears on his face, raised his left hand and raised one finger to the sky: "I, Duanmu Xiao, swear once again. No matter when or where I am, I will never be an enemy of Shura in this life. If I become the head of the family when I grow up, I will make every effort to find him... I will make every effort to help him and his descendants. If I break my oath, I will lose my mother forever."
The young voice was decisive and resounding. Beiming Yudie gently pressed his raised hand and smiled softly: "Xiao'er is so good... When you grow up, mom will tell you why, okay? Then... Mom wants to sleep so much now, Xiao'er. How about you play by yourself first?"
The moment she turned her back, the world in front of her became blurry again, and countless tiny mercury particles scattered on her footsteps as she walked back to the room. For four whole years, she still had not escaped the heartbreaking pain and torture, or she would never be truly happy in this life. The only reason for her to live now is to watch her Xiao'er grow up and find his true life.
The sound of the door closing completely disturbed his heartstrings. Duan Muxiao looked at his hands and murmured: "Mom... what kind of difficulties made you make the choice you did..."
"Because of me?"
The arena in Area A was in complete turmoil. The painful and helpless screams were heard one after another from Shura's feet, making countless people's hands and feet cold and their faces pale, as if they were the ones being stepped on.
"Shura! I admit defeat for our young master. Let our young master go now, otherwise... otherwise..."
The colorless barrier at the edge of the arena prevented the large crowd of people who rushed to the stage from the Weeping Blood Reincarnation, and the Weeping Blood Mad Saber's heart clenched. If he could choose again, he would definitely try his best to make him give up the game. But... the facts before them are irreversible, and they may have to bear this shame forever.
"Otherwise what?" Looking at Qixue Wuming's almost empty blood tank, Feng Xiao stopped his movements, stepped on Qixue Wuming's face, and asked with a sneer.
Weeping Blood Crazy Blade was speechless for a moment. What else? Irreconcilable? Till death? Any fool can tell that this seems to be exactly what Shura wants. What's more, if it's more ruthless, who among the Tiansha Gang, the Demonic Wolf Gang, and the Blood Domain Gang, who are much more powerful than the Weeping Blood Reincarnation, hasn't said that... But in the end, none of them really did anything to Shura.
Qixue Wuming no longer had the strength to struggle, and was trampled under Feng Xiao's feet like a dead dog. All the internal organs seemed to be out of place, and all the bones in the body seemed to be shattered. There was only pain all over his body, and only hatred in his heart... hatred that filled his bones!