After retreating for dozens of steps, the sword that the old man was holding between his fingers was suddenly pulled to the side.

Shura immediately changed his move, the bone sword swept, and the old man's body suddenly leaned back, but he still controlled his body as if he was glued to the sword.

The bone sword grazed against the tip of the old man's nose, but Shura's other hand was clenched into a ball and went straight to the old man's abdomen.

Swords, how can they be such an inconvenient thing!

The old man also sensed Shura's attack, gave up his center of gravity, and the whole person instantly fell to the ground at a strange speed, and at the same time supported the ground with one hand, and attacked the lower plate of the Shura God with a sweeping leg.

"Bang!"

Shura kicked into the air, but the old man's side was already taking advantage of the situation, and his knee hit Shura's waist ribs.

The fist wind, the sword shadow, flashing, moving, the sound of the two fighting kept sounding, but the winner was never distinguished.

"Boom~" Suddenly, a figure was blasted onto the boulder.

It's the god Shura.

But the old man did not pursue, nor did he have the joy of victory, but stopped where he was, and looked at Shura with a frown.

It's not that Shura lost to him, but that Shura had a momentary loss of consciousness just now.

Obviously, an unknown being named Shura who manipulates other people's bodies has been fought over by the original owner for control of the body.

Under the old man's gaze, Shura lowered his head and did not make any movement.

"God Shura, you must kill him, kill him!"

In his mind, Tang San shouted murderously.

Shura didn't speak, and the color of blood suddenly shrouded Tang San's sea of knowledge, and in an instant Tang San began to wail.

Doesn't exist any strength? Tang San can still do it under the lesson of knowing the sea.

"What are you smoking?" It wasn't until Tang San finished screaming that Shura spoke up indifferently.

"He, he stole my Tang Sect master......"

Tang San spoke out weakly, but the emotions he conveyed were full of resentment and anger.

I don't know who to resent either.

Shura thought about it for a while, and when he had just fought with Old Man Huang Han, the other party seemed to have really used two Xuantian Sect Peerless Sects.

"There are still fewer people who learn from your Tang Sect?"

But it doesn't matter, these skills are actually not unusual.

"But he's stealing ...... learning"

"You think everyone is as stupid as you? Is Ghost Shadow hard to learn?

"And I can tell you that people have watched your ghost and learned it on the spot, and even improved it.

"As for capturing the dragon and controlling the crane, martial arts have the same end, don't look at a similar borrowing force, the skill of four or two thousand catties is your Tang Sect.

"By the way, I would like to correct it, strictly speaking, there is no Tang Sect mastery for you, it is the mastery of Xuantian Sect.

"The memory of the Tang Sect is just what I fabricated for you, so I have to tell you in person, won't I guess it myself?"

Shura sneered and disappeared into the sea of knowledge.

Tang San, on the other hand, was silent.

In a short period of time, he will not be robbing any more body control.

Outside, Shura raised his head again and stood up.

"Count me losing."

Losing is not an unacceptable thing, it is normal to have wins and losses.

Tang San's snatching of body control was not an excuse, it was that he didn't take this situation into account in the first place.

"Go ahead." The old man shook his head, didn't say much, just reopened his stance.

"Come on, then." Shura waved his sword, there are some things that don't need to be asked.

"Okay, whether you win or lose, you have passed this assessment."

Shura didn't reply this time, it didn't matter anything to him, I believe that the Martial Spirit Hall would not let a person like Tang San block outside the Martial Soul City.

The two of them distanced themselves until they were dozens of meters apart, facing each other from afar, each accumulating strength and condensing their breath.

"This move is the most proud move before I became a god." Shura took a deep breath.

"Are you a god?" The old man's eyes drooped.

"I didn't see any shock on your face." Shura shook her head.

"When people are old, it is difficult to cause any mental fluctuations." The sound of an air explosion came out, and it was the old man tidying up his posture.

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The same is true of Shura, and the sword momentum begins to accumulate.

Everyone knows that it will probably be a one-trick victory.

The breath of one side is still leisurely, and the other side is still sharp.

"So, what's this trick called?" The old man suddenly spoke.

"I didn't think of a name, not all moves have to be named." The bone sword began to tremble violently.

"Nameless? Pretty good. The old man's breath became more and more ethereal.

"Is the nameless famous? Thanks a lot. Shura raised an eyebrow, "What about yours?" ”

"Gang Fist - No Two Fights!"

An ordinary punch, without concealing the purpose of the attack, went straight to Shura's chest.

Ordinary, an indomitable punch.

didn't even use the power of distance blessing, and rushed straight over.

But it was like a landslide.

Shura's response was also an ordinary swordsmanship stab, no bells and whistles, no excessive speed.

It's slow, it's slow.

but it was like thunder.

The big cat on the boulder looked at this scene with fiery eyes, but then shook his head in frustration.

Violent professions, there is always something to pursue.

But he probably couldn't do it.

In the eyes of the big cat, the fists and the tips of the swords that have begun to touch are reflected.

There was no violent noise, no tremor of heaven and earth.

Unpretentious and rare in the world.

Blood flies, swords shatter.

The two of them also took a few steps back and began to gasp violently.

But each other's eyes were hot, and they didn't even care about the fists that were still bleeding, and the deep blood marks on their chests.

"Xifeng, they have passed the second level, you come down and take charge of the third level!"

Looking at the bleeding fist, the old man casually threw down a sentence and turned around and walked into the wind and sand.

Obviously, he still needed a big cat to carry before, but now his body is as straight as a young man, and his pace is steady and fast.

Wind and sand cannot shake it in the slightest.

Shura closed his eyes, and in an instant, he turned back into the disgusting Tang San.

And the real Shura, let Tang San shout, and there was no response.

The harvest is not necessarily in the specific cultivation.

"Boom!" There were also two monsters that flew upside down from the wind and sand, and the two monsters that Tang San had just let rush up.

has been beaten alive and quit the state of martial soul possession.

The big cat looked at this scene coldly, and he didn't look for death like this.

I really thought that an old man could be bullied casually.

Tang San didn't say anything, just tried.

Shouting, shouting, and killing is just an act under mood swings.

If he really wants to kill people, he should hesitate.

Obviously, the old man's status in the Martial Spirit Hall may be very special.

"What about the third assessment?" Tang San looked up at the big cat on the boulder with an indifferent expression.

As if he was the one who stood tall, he was the winner.

"The first level is your son's pass, and the second level is someone else fighting for you, what are you proud of?"

The big cat looked at Tang San speechlessly.

But it doesn't seem strange to think about the strange confidence in the trajectory of this thing's fate.

"The third level, try to touch this stone with your mental power.

"Just pass it."