Daqin Fusu's dimensional chat group

Is the so-called aura really like the magic that can attract changes in the celestial phenomena in the novel?

Maybe there is, but it is definitely not what the two of them saw at the time.

This is a kind of coercion originating from the heart, a kind of deterrent to one's prey that regards oneself as a hunter.

Just like in the real world, facing a vicious murderer, even if you have never been in contact with it before, the first time you see such a person, you will be alert, a kind of resistance brought by the body's instinct.

It is also like the fear and fear in the heart of an ordinary person when encountering a wild beast in the forest.

And people like Lu Bu completely magnified this subtle aura to form an aura of their own.

Trembling, fleeing.

Sasuke and Akahito resisted the instinctive fear in their bodies, and looked at the two people who were facing each other in the field with scorching eyes.

Lu Bu is like fire, making people feel a kind of rage that burns the sky and destroying the earth; while Fusu is like the wind, and the gentle breeze makes people feel the hidden squall under the calm.

"You are very good!"

The painting halberd in Lu Bu's hand swept across, and a burst of tyrannical energy cut the white Confucian shirt on Fusu's body like a blade.

A series of ugly centipede-like scars, big and small, covered Fusu's half body.

No one expected that under Fusu's delicate and fair face, there was actually a perfect body.

The smooth muscles have a certain kind of strange beauty, not as violent and majestic as Lu Bu, but there is also hidden power like cutting steel and breaking iron.

Pieces of white silk fluttered like butterflies in the air. Fusu dragged the spear in his hand and pointed it at Lu Bu's throat.

Fast, absolutely fast.

The air flow in the space not only did not become a resistance to Fusu, but rather like an assist to Fusu, allowing Fusu's speed to break through the limitations of a mortal and reach an extraordinary level.

"Chong!"

Lu Bu's horizontal halberd blocked Fusu's ultimate move, and when the two weapons touched, both of them took a few steps back.

"Hahaha! Fusu, you are really strong!"

Lu Bu looked up to the sky and laughed, the eyes of a pair of tigers and leopards were full of surprise. Obviously, the power of Fusu's blow made Lu Bu unable to underestimate it.

This is a very ordinary world, and there is no energy in the air at all.

The unparalleled power in Lu Bu's body is used for a point and a point is lost.

But Lu Bu was concerned about far more than this. He was pleasantly surprised by Fusu's strength. In an ordinary world, a person as powerful as Fusu appeared in an ordinary world!

"Is it strong?"

Fusu was only holding a gun, and his smile remained the same.

The world may determine a person's limit, but it is far from determining a person's height.

The world of "Mythology" may be ordinary, but Fusu will not allow himself to follow the ordinary and mediocre world.

So what if there is no magic power?A heart that will never stop moving forward is the root of Fusu's strength.

Whether it's the war with the Xiongnu or the Yi people, the struggle between life and death; or the time and time again testing of one's own limits when practicing martial arts.

Fusu will never give up growth because of a temporary stagnation, let alone sink into his heart because of a temporary failure.

To pursue a strong road, there will always be only a road of thorns and blood and sweat.

It even goes so far as to say that if Yang Jian hadn't given Fusu all kinds of exotic flowers and plants in the wilderness, Fusu would have died on the road of chasing strength.

Even if Fusu's body is still a mortal's body today, he has already touched the limit of this world; or it can be said that Fusu is breaking the check and balance of the world in his own way!

Control every inch of muscle in your body, let your strength control reach a near-perfect level; grope for your own moves countless times, seek the weakest point in space, and let your moves burst out with absolute power.

Truly achieve the power of seeking immortals and gods in the body of a mortal!

"You can know it in advance?"

"Fusu possesses the heart to destroy the injustice of the world, and the intention to return the world to a bright future; this heart and this intention will not be extinguished, even if you die ten thousand times, you will not be defeated."

There is a great difficulty between life and death, and the difficulty lies in pursuing the belief of survival.

Fusu once also thought, is all this really worth it?

If not for oneself, what for the world?

Are you too noble?Too noble to be your true self?

However, thinking about all kinds of past lives, Fusu finally embarked on a path that he could not imagine in his previous life.

There are all kinds of injustices in the world, and the deceitful and evil deeds of the human heart are hard to describe. Is it because you only care about your own desires and are helpless in the world?Or fight for a moment of eternity, and bloom a thousand years of youth?

"I want to be a better person!"

This is a wish made by a young child in a chat group with only two people.

"Fusu, you really make me, Lu Fengxian, look at you with admiration; but just relying on these, I still can't make me fully approve of you!"

"Show me your strength! Fusu!"

"war!"

Lu Bu jumped up, Fang Tian drew his halberd across the sky, as if he was about to split the mountain.

The three-pointed and two-edged spear in Fusu's hand not only did not retreat, but went against the momentum.

The competition of generals on the battlefield is far less gorgeous than the competition of green forest rangers, and tricky and weird tricks emerge in endlessly.

It's just a simple chop, pick, stab, and chop, but it makes people unable to restrain the throbbing in their hearts.

Strength, absolute, potential, meaning.

The Wuzhong state contained in simple moves is the amazing existence.

"He's really strong!"

Chitong pressed the handle of the sharp blade at his waist, feeling the restlessness of the consciousness of the dangerous species remaining in Teigu, and his eyes never left Fusu's figure for a moment.

"Only his heart is the strongest."

The heart that bears the world is the root of his strength; it is this kind of person that can touch the girl, and add a ray of admiration to the man she met for the first time.

The two people in the arena retreated once again in more than a hundred strokes. Fusu did not have any strength to dodge, which made Lu Bu even more satisfied.