[Comprehensive] On the Perfect Fusion of Lucky E and European Emperor

Asura is not in a good mood recently, even listening to the friendly greetings from the people around him, he can't regain his usual cheerful mood, because once again he completely lost his brother's whereabouts, and he couldn't feel it at all. His existence, obviously...should not be far away.

Frustrated, he scratched his hair. Asura was just about to try his luck in a random direction, but when he looked up, he saw an existence that was absolutely unfamiliar to him.

It's not that this person is so ugly, but that his clothes and temperament are incompatible with other people around him. Even, Asura vaguely felt that he was clearly standing in the crowd, but he seemed to be the only one who could see it. When I saw it, I was isolated together with myself.

"Otsutsuki, Asura?" Weiming had never met Asura before, but looking at the young man in front of him whose temperament was at least six or seven times the same as that of the first generation of fire, he felt that he should not be mistaken.

"It's me. Are you...?" Asura looked at Weiming with interest. He didn't feel repulsed by Weiming's special outfit. Sometimes I am curious to know more.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I need you for something—" Weiming tilted his head, smiling peacefully, "The heir that the Immortals of the Six Paths value."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Asura raised his eyebrows full of surprise, he felt as if he heard a very funny joke, "Everyone knows that brother is better than me, he is the best heir of Ninja sect "Obviously, at this time, he did not intend to compete with his elder brother, on the contrary, he would even be genuinely happy for others to praise Indra for his excellence.

"Is it nonsense that you really don't feel anything at all?" Weiming could see the sincerity of the person in front of him, but he didn't intend to change his mind or postpone the plan because of this—he didn't have so much time to wait for everything to be true. It happened to the point of no return, "Why did your brother leave home suddenly, and his attitude towards you has changed drastically. Didn't he tell you the real reason when he went back to ask your father?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Asura looked at Weiming suspiciously and defensively, and immediately dispelled his previous thoughts of wanting to make friends with this person—although he seemed careless, in fact, he didn't have the delicate thoughts he should have. Quite a lot, at least enough for him to immediately realize what Weiming said, which he shouldn't have known at all.

"Whether you really don't know or you pretend not to know..." Weiming shook his head, and slowly pulled out the light-colored rib cage that was completely compressed and condensed by Indra's soul power from his sleeve. After more than ten years of continuous cultivation of his spiritual power, this knife does not need to be obscured to look extraordinary, "It doesn't matter, as long as you keep your life, that's enough." Weiming said When he said this, his tone was clear and light, and there was even a hint of a smile—he could even distract himself to perceive the breath not far away that did not really leave Ashura behind.

The breath of Indra.

The hostility shown by Weiming was not deep, but it was enough to make Asura suddenly look serious. Although he was always protected by his father and brother, but he was born in such an age, even if his natural aptitude was not as good as Indra's, he would definitely have a lot of training... …

"It looks like a good posture, but it's still too far away—" Weiming was standing calmly and gracefully at a position not short distance away from Asura at the moment, but the next figure appeared in front of Asura in a calm manner. On the side, the cold and sharp blade directly slashed against the side of his face without any smoke, leaving a bright red and deep bloodstain.

And it wasn't until the cold touch of the blade had completely moved away from the wound that Asura reacted, and his whole body, which was originally on guard, seemed to freeze—too, too fast, he didn't react at all... Really, will die!

Although he didn't know why Weiming's knife was deflected, Asura could clearly feel that he had no room to fight back when facing this person!

"Is it only to this extent?" A trace of disappointment flashed across Weiming's eyes, although he knew before he started, not to mention Asura who hadn't really started to rise up yet, even Indra, who is a genius, can use it after losing his memory. The strength shown is not his opponent, but as long as he thinks that according to the original trajectory, Indra was defeated by such an Asura, and even keeps worrying about it, Weiming only feels that his mood is difficult to calm down.

The wrist holding the knife suddenly tightened, and the wide sleeves raised together with the wrist to form a beautiful and powerful arc. Weiming no longer intentionally controlled his speed and the accuracy of the blade, and aimed directly at Asura, who was on guard with both hands. under the chest.

The sound of metal clanging and cracking sounded at the same time. Indra, who arrived at the fastest speed, didn't talk nonsense, but watched his saber collapse at the touch, like a rotten branch. Unable to control the situation, the pupils shrank suddenly.But he slowly frowned when he saw Weiming's unsurprised eyes, and even his slightly raised brows because of a smile.

Weiming took the initiative to push away three or two steps, and Indra did not take this opportunity to do something similar to protecting Asura, but stood between the two of them and stared at Weiming in a puzzled way—he didn't think Ninja was important enough to attract this person's attention, but it was precisely because of this that he didn't understand why this person suddenly attacked Asura.

He also deliberately chose such a time and place not far from him, which would definitely make him react!

"Why?" Asked directly if he didn't understand, Indra was not in a hurry to make a move, he even threw aside the half-cut knife in his hand, half-closed his eyes and looked at Weiming seriously.

"Probably because... I want to do this?" Weiming tilted his head, and he could see that although Indra threw away the half of the weapon, the aura on his body became more and more dangerous. He actually felt that standing in such a diametrically opposed position with Indra really made him—a little excited.

After finishing speaking, Wei Ming laughed loudly, and at the same time, he used the ruthless saber technique he learned from Bai Yutang as dexterously as if he was instructing him to kill Indra mercilessly. The whole person is covered in the saber gesture. At this moment, neither the overly long hair nor the wide hem of the clothes can cause the slightest hindrance to Weiming's movements.

Weiming's answer is not an answer, but it is enough for Indra's temper. He didn't feel uncomfortable with Weiming's urgent moves. On the contrary, he skillfully used Susanoo's energy body sharp blade This power that shouldn't be in the hands of the current him confronts the aggressive Weiming head-on without dodging or evading.

Asura watched Indra and Weiming come and go between dangers, anxiously turning around, and it took a while to finally think of the ninjutsu that Indra taught him specially several years ago, and suddenly felt a little bit Strangely formed a handprint——

"Snapped!"

Before Asura could really use ninjutsu, Indra, who was most familiar with this chakra flow feeling, took the time to almost pull him out with the back of his knife. Stabbed by the blade in Weiming's hand.But he didn't care, he still looked at Weiming with great interest but no killing intent - even Indra himself couldn't understand why he really planned to kill Asura when he knew that the person in front of him didn't hold back But still can't bring up the thought of killing this person to avoid future troubles, only...pure anger.

According to his character, this should not have been done.

"Brother!" Asura was not really surprised, he knew how proud Indra was, and it was reasonable for him not to want others to intervene in his battle, but this time he did not approve of Indra's insistence , "He is dangerous, we must hurry..."

"It has nothing to do with you," Indra frowned impatiently, and did not take his eyes off Meng Ming. "Even if I die here, it's between me and him, and it's not your turn to intervene."

"Heh..." Weiming suddenly smiled when he saw the ambiguity between the two brothers, and slightly relaxed the "momentum" around him, "If you care about it, you should know how to express it, such an unclear performance will not be all. Everyone can understand you...my - Indra."

Indra did not question Weiming's last strange address to him, but looked at Weiming and suddenly snorted, dissipated the power of Susanoo from his body and relaxed his guard, facing Asura with a shocked expression on his face. The line of sight filled with words like "You're crazy" took two steps towards Weiming, stood still, and then punched the unsuspecting Weiming directly in the face: "Even if you really know me , does not mean that you can guess my mind correctly every time, so... don't worry about it!"

"Did you really not guess right?" Weiming took two steps back in embarrassment before he stabilized his body. Indra's punch didn't leave any marks on his face, nor could he change his expression , Weiming hung down the tip of his knife and walked in front of Indra, "Of course I know that you don't like what you are doing now, but... do you know how to stop it now?"

Indra gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand to grab the strands of Weiming's hair that fell to his chest because he staggered just now. He tried hard but couldn't tear them off. He could only pull Weiming's upper body a little closer to him. :"you……!"

Indra couldn't finish his sentence, because Weiming, who was pulled a lot closer by him, suddenly blocked his mouth directly, using his own lips.

Indra, who didn't expect the other party to use such a method at all, was startled, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the faint smile in Weiming's clear eyes, and... the eyes gradually filled Cold killing intent!

But for some reason, Indra found that he didn't want to back away, and he didn't intend to avoid what might happen next—maybe it was this strange mood these days that made him really hard to calm down, or maybe it was some kind of ignorance. He understood that this person...wouldn't really hurt himself?

Even after the sharp pain and coldness in his chest spread, this kind of certainty still did not change.

"Indra!" The old and majestic voice sounded from afar.

After all, the Immortal of the Six Paths is not yet at the end of his battle, after so long... it's time to arrive.Reluctantly, Weiming let go of Indra's soft and cool lips, and pulled out an ambiguous silver thread, but the right hand holding the knife was still held steadily, without the slightest tremor or movement, which had already almost stabbed someone The pierced blade moved the slightest.

Feeling the power of the Sage of the Six Paths getting closer behind him, Weiming finally paused for a while and slowly pulled out the rib that had stuck to Indra's heart according to the original track—he didn't want to be with him. The Sages of the Six Paths faced each other, but they did not leave in a hurry.Instead, he put away the knife and took two steps forward, and slowly stroked Indra's calm face with his hand stained with Indra's blood.

"For a moment, I really wanted to kill you..." Weiming sighed and approached Indra in a low voice, looking at his scarlet eyes that reflected the blood color, and it looked like a lingering love from a distance. Kiss, "But... such eyes are indeed full of life, they are most beautiful when they are burning with the fire of life—"

The angry Qudao jade almost reached Weiming's back, Indra gritted his teeth and reached out to grab his shoulder, but Weiming took possession of him again. Now he knows Indra better than Indra doesn't His convenience rushed ahead, he pressed his hand with his backhand and embraced him in his arms, and they both appeared in another direction to avoid the mighty Qiudaoyu.Weiming even had time to throw a few spells on the terrible wound he left.

However, after avoiding it, Weiming let go of Indra without any hesitation, laughed and flashed his body, turned his back to the Sage of the Six Paths and jumped up in the air: "Bless me for success, Indra. You must know that I am defeated." — there is only death.”

Before the words fell, Weiming's figure gradually became transparent like a puff of smoke, and finally disappeared in front of the Sages of the Six Paths, Asura, and even Indra.

The author has something to say: Weiming's current emotional state is not abnormal, he is just trying to die... I hope Liuying can write that kind of bloody and ambiguous feeling.

ps: Indra fans don’t worry, Weiming can control it at the last moment. In addition, Indra does not dodge or evade, so the knife is not deflected. As a result, although it passes through the chest, it misses all the vital parts perfectly, which is not counted. seriously injured.

Finally, I remember that a long time ago, a relative wanted to see Ashura?Now that the person has come out, but he is still in a state of half useless wood, it should be... okay?