"Ah......" In the small desert outside Shijiu City, there have been a lot of screams in the past few days.

It's a pity that these screams can't be conveyed in Shijiu City, nor between heaven and earth, and can only be swirled in the desert until they dissipate with the wind.

A few people near the source of the screams didn't hear it, but no one cared.

The big orange cat didn't care, he was just here for fun;

The old man named Huang Han didn't care, he had seen even more tragic and bloody scenes;

Tang Wulin, who was still in the state of a green-skinned monster, didn't care, he couldn't take care of himself;

Tang San, who was manipulated by the Shura God, didn't care, because it was just a tool;

Tang Xuanyu didn't care either, because he was in a lot of pain, a heart-rending pain;

Shura didn't care even more, because he was responsible for the screams.

The god Shura looked at the long arm in his hand and shook his head in disappointment.

He wasn't very happy with the weapon, but there was no choice nearby.

In this desert, he couldn't find even a broken branch, and he only had this mutated arm, the length of which was suitable.

There is no need to worry about the hardness, the strength of the martial soul he transformed for Tang Xuanyu is still relatively good, and the strength of the arm that evolved from the martial soul possession is naturally relatively good.

"Boy, do me a favor, I want bones instead of meat, and it's better to have a spike in front."

Of course, an arm and a sword are naturally different and need to be transformed.

The big cat looked at the Shura God speechlessly, then looked at the arm that was thrown into his claws, wanted to complain about something, and swallowed it back.

Then the big cat turned his head to look at the only old man in the field.

Shura also looked at the old man, "Old Huang, don't you mind if I use a sword?" ”

It's not that he thinks a sword and a fist are unfair, and he also believes that the old man is not a master who cares about these details.

It's just that if you say that it's good than your fists and feet, you still have to get the consent of the examiner to take out a sword and see how it violates the peace.

"Your Excellency is free." The old man smiled.

Naturally, you have to use each other's best weapons.

Seeing this, the big cat didn't say anything anymore, and threw the broken arm that was uneven and obviously torn off into the air, and a cloud of wind blew through and fell into Shura's hands, which was already a bone sword of Bai Sensen.

Holding the bone sword with a sword flower, a smile appeared on the face of the Shura God, "Then please ask Huang Lao for advice." ”

Before the words fell, his whole person had already shown a speed that did not match his body type, turning into a gray shadow and rushing towards Huang Han, Bai Sensen's bone sword stabbed at the opponent's eyebrows like lightning, and his movements were incomparably fast, fast and incoherent.

There are some suspicions of taking advantage of others, but he is not a messenger of justice.

The big cat didn't stop it, and instantly flew on the boulder, and at the same time kicked Tang Wulin and Tang Xuanyu who were lying on the side far away, trying not to disturb the two.

The old man didn't seem to react to this sword, until the tip of the sword came to the center of his eyebrows, and then he slammed his body and slammed a long fist into Shura's chest.

"Bang!"

Shura's right foot was raised, and his knee just blocked Huang Han's punch. But he also used this anti-shock force to float and retreat, standing firm when he landed, holding a bone sword, and looking at Huang Han with sparkling eyes.

There is murderous intent, there is fiery, and more respect.

What is talent? The definition of this word is very broad, cultivation speed is talent, combat awareness is talent, and mind and comprehension are also talents.

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Even luck is talent.

Born in such a world, and then quickly became a god, his view of the so-called talent is different from that of most Douluo people, and he is the same as the gods.

- Cultivation speed is a ghost talent, and true talent is more important to understanding and heart.

After all, it's hard for you to let a group of gods who casually raise the level of mortals feel that cultivation speed will be a particularly important talent.

They are more concerned with the mystical things of mind and understanding.

The god Shura felt that on top of these two, there was another particularly important talent: luck.

His comprehension is very high, but in his world, he is invincible in the world, and others can reach it with a little more time.

The difference between him and others is that he has a little luck, and by coincidence, he has realized a special exercise.

When he obtained the God Exam, he had to use his combat effectiveness as a theory, in fact, it was only the Contra Douluo stage of Douluo Star, which could not be higher, but he had a little luck, and the previous Shura God fell in love with him.

After all, if you only talk about killing, there are more crazy people in the universe who kill indiscriminately than him, and his number and speed are really not enough.

……

But not everyone has the good fortune of the Shura God, and there is still such a rare and almost invisible person in the universe.

They are very talented, very strong, and very poor.

Fortunately, their basic conditions are top-notch, and they are inferior to that bit of luck.

Some of them died too early, some were cheated, and some lacked opportunities......

The most serious category, they were born in the wrong place.

For example, the old man in front of the god Shura.

The shadow of the sword flickered again, this time it was a crackling slash, and with Shura's current size, there was really a feeling of Menghu going down the mountain.

The old man's figure flickered, and he easily dodged, and at the same time, his palms were pushed out, and with a wonderful rhythm, he slapped on Shura's body.

Or rather, this wonderful rhythm exists in the old man himself.

There was no murderous aura, no aura fluctuations, he seemed to have disappeared into this world, or he was this world.

- Enclosure.

Shura knew this special realm, this is the name of the world he was born in, and the records and legends of that world are counted, and there are only a handful of people who have this realm.

Shura is also a realm that is slowly comprehended on the way to revenge.

The sword light quickly changed to flirtation, and rushed straight into the old man's chest.

Shura's gaze at the old man became more and more admiring, it was also a circle, but Shura had an internal force as a basis to contact this realm.

The old man didn't, Shura could see that the old man was very skilled in mastering this realm, and he had been doing it for a long time.

It may have been mastered before the paladin appeared.

But he should have been just an ordinary person at that time, without any extraordinary power, but he mastered this certain extraordinary power by himself.

Mastery from scratch, mastery out of thin air.

This is an ability that is stronger than most soul skills, and even if it is blessed with soul power, this will be a divine skill, a real divine skill.

For example, now, the bone sword stopped, stopping at the place of the old man's half finger in front of him.

It wasn't Shura who kept his hand, and it wasn't that the old man used his soul power, but the pure energy of heaven and earth put on a layer of defense for him.

Of course, it doesn't involve extraordinary defenses, in fact, just like that, Shura used his strength, and the defense was broken.

But for a moment, that's enough.

The old man's feet had already kicked up, and the place where he attacked was not very bright.

- Flirting with legs.

Shura didn't pay attention to it, fighting, how could there be so much attention, he quickly turned into a thorn.

The bone sword stabbed out, the sword was fierce, and the old man was surprised for a moment, but he also reacted quickly, and caught the sword between his two fingers.

At the same time, his footsteps began to retreat without stopping, and Shura followed suit with his sword.