Feeling the fierce murderous power brought by the golden torrent passing by, Shura strangely regained his calm.

It was as if all that passed by him was a breeze.

Qian Ningshuang suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure, as if the figure in blue and gold armor was staring at her.

The eyes under the helmet were full of calmness and insight, sweeping over every subtle movement of his own.

"Little girl, can I call you that?"

"Of course." The age is placed here, not to mention the age in this life, counting the age in the previous life, she may not be as big as Shura, so she is naturally called by anyone.

And in this hostile relationship, Shura didn't point at her nose and scold, which is already a manifestation of self-cultivation.

Qianning Frost has always had this realization.

"Little girl, put away your little calculations, I admit that I did almost get hit, but I'm not a waste like Tang San.

"I haven't consumed much of my soul power."

"It's a pity that I didn't fall for it."

Qian Ningshuang was not embarrassed to be debunked, and stood in place with a big opposite, and there was no regret on his face.

A god king who has been through a hundred battles, it is unrealistic to expect people to fall into her small calculations all the time, and it is the norm to react quickly.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, fighting, counting opponents, and luring opponents into the pit is also a way.

Shura was not annoyed by the calculations, fighting, he understood.

Of course, there is more than one show-off skill, and to be honest, this is not a show-off skill, and a soul master with a little training can make it.

Not to mention a god king, a traverser whose combat power is directly chasing the god level?

Qian Ning Shuang is not a master who lacks soul power, at least compared to Shura, who can only borrow Tang San's body now, she really does not lack soul power.

So, what is the purpose of that series of actions that are neither a show off nor are they likely to save soul power?

- Lure Shura into mood swings and drag him into his own rhythm of battle.

This is important, whoever controls the pace of the battle means winning half the victory.

As a result, everyone saw it, and Shura really fell into mood swings because of this almost contemptuous behavior.

But it was only a moment before people reacted and quickly returned to calm.

Fighting is like this, no matter how your mood changes, deep down you must stay calm at all times, and then calculate and look at everything.

Unless God really appreciates food, monsters that rely entirely on instinct to fight can really fluctuate with the fluctuations of the battle process.

However, even such a monster must learn to be indifferent and boring in battle in the end, unless he has an immortal body.

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Well, Miss Thousand Frost may have this reckless trait. Anyway, your blood bar is not as thick as mine, so you can fight casually.

But she rarely uses the kind of play that ignores defense, ignores calculations, and relies on the thick blood bar to wear everything recklessly.

Girls, all in tatters and drenched in blood, would be too indecent.

"What's next? Or is it a main dish? ”

A patch of reeds that had been bulldozed by the battle just now fell into a strange situation again.

The lily-like girl and the evil god in blue and gold armor are really evil gods, and they have nothing to do with the righteous gods in terms of image.

They walked slowly around a certain circle, as if this were the stage, and the actors had already rehearsed the movements they had rehearsed.

The girl walked silently, her slender body was like a sick girl who was blown down by the wind, she was really shaking, but she shook with rhythm, as if she was dancing on the stage.

The evil god, on the other hand, was observing with bated breath, holding a bloody sword in his right hand, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

The girl walked to the left, and the evil god also went to the left.

The girl doesn't stop, and the evil god doesn't stop.

The girl's speed is slow and leisurely, and the evil voice is also slow and leisurely.

But the distance between them is gradually approaching, and each other tests each other's flaws by drawing circles, and then adjusts their state while approaching.

The closer you get, the gentler and more deadly your movements.

"Little girl, you are very cautious, it is clear that you are the one who has the advantage now, but you would rather fall into this kind of duel with me that resembles a mortal swordsman, without revealing a flaw."

Naturally, the nonsense continues.

"Why don't you say it's arrogant, you obviously have the advantage of home and soul power, but you want to play a swordsman duel."

"You know it's useless to provoke me right now."

"Who knows?"

"You should have heard from Qianzhongling or the God of Angels about me, I am also a god throne who has been killed."

"I did, but they just said there were too few records and they weren't interested in investigating your past."

"Okay, then Shura is a god of faith, you should know, right?"

The evil god laughed dumbly, and then seemed to be in the mood to begin to tell about his past.

"Yes."

"The god Shura used to be just a first-level god, you know, right?"

"I've heard it."

"I'm not from Douluo Xing, so you probably don't have much interest in telling you about the specific world.

"I just need to know one thing, in fact, I have experienced countless swordsman duels like this to find each other's flaws and kill each other with one blow."

"If you say that, I'm interested."

A look of interest appeared on the girl's face, after all, it sounded like a martial arts world.

"Okay, then I'll introduce me to my hometown."

The evil god didn't mind, and instead began to say in a nostalgic tone: "That world has no soul skills, no martial souls, and the energy of heaven and earth is not so strong.

"You can't live forever, and even if the realm is high, it's not much different from the lifespan of ordinary people.

"At the same time, no matter how high the realm is, it is only a mortal fetus in the flesh, and it can die from all kinds of poison and assassination, and it can also be piled up to death.

"The whole world is similar to your Douluo Xing, it is composed of countless sects and imperial courts.

"Of course, it's better than your Douluo Xing's name Sect, which is really a family's situation, at least the sect is really willing to recruit all kinds of talented people with foreign surnames."

Understood, martial arts world.

It's no wonder that Tang San's memory will be a typical martial arts world.

"I was born in such a world, from a so-called martial arts family.

"My talent is very good, at the age of eighteen, I have already challenged the masters of all sects, and I am invincible in the world.

"At such an early age, I have achieved invincibility in the world, and the rest of my life is probably to find a wife to pass on the family and martial arts.

"It's boring, but you don't have to choose, the world is like that, that's what I thought at the time."

"The next thing is that you suddenly came into contact with the Shura lineage?"

"That's not true, on my wedding night, the whole family died, and I was left as a cripple with only one leg and one hand, barely escaping the pursuit."

"Ah......h

"It's very old-fashioned, it's a common link, isn't it? But the reality is like this, I am invincible in the world at a young age, and I will naturally arouse everyone's interest.

"Everyone wondered if I had some special chance, but I really just relied on my family's second-rate swordsmanship to become invincible.

"I didn't have many friends when I was young and vigorous, and I offended many people, which naturally attracted the world's hunting.

"I also said that no matter how high my world realm is, no matter how strong a person is, after all, it is difficult to beat four hands with two fists."

"What's next? Kill all your enemies? Or do you want to find a talented disciple to teach you to take revenge? ”