In the audience, Hu Liena, who had a special seat, looked at the incomparably bloody slaughter around her, the screams in her ears, and even the blood splashed on her face, her lower abdomen twitched, and then squirted out her lunch.

Compared with the old bat's demagogic self-mutilation, this kind of unilateral killing, which does not even spare the corpses of the degenerate, crushes them into meat sauce and squeezes out all the blood, is obviously more terrifying and disgusting.

Soon, after the bat patterns next to the Hell Killing Ground were full, the Hell Road shook slightly, and the surrounding area lit up with amazing blood light, and the Hell Road opened.

Qian Ling Han's body moved, and he jumped thousands of meters to the end of the Hell Road, in the sea of blood, the blood-red Shura Temple had surfaced from the sea of blood at some point, the sea opened, and the blood-red abyss spiraled as if waiting for Qian Ling Han to enter.

Qian Ling Han took another step and entered the Shura Temple, the space jumped slightly several times, and his vision gradually widened, and he saw that it was not the magnificent palace he had seen before, but a barren land.

The land was black, there was not even a trace of vegetation or life, the sky was blood-red, even the drifting clouds were blood-colored, and there was even a thick blood in the air.

In front of Qianrenhan, the god Shura stood on the black earth with his hands behind his back, waiting here early.

Unlike the last time Qian Ling Han saw the Shura God, this time the Shura God did not have those six arms behind him, and he did not wear blood-colored armor on his body, and the aura emitted by his body was not much different from Qian Ling Han!

"Are you ready?" The voice of the Shura God's rich vicissitudes suddenly sounded.

"When I came here, I was ready, Master." Qian Ling Han smiled faintly, took down the super artifact Shura Demon Sword behind him, took it with both hands, knelt down on one knee and handed it to the Shura God.

The Shura God turned around and smiled with relief, held the Shura Demon Sword, and said, "Very good, the ninth Shura exam, the examiner Qian Linghan, the content of the assessment, defeat the previous Shura God, start."

The blood-colored space shook slightly, and countless chains poured into Qian Ling Han's body, the twelve-winged fallen angel martial soul in Qian Ling Han's body, all the soul rings, soul bones, and even the yin and yang complementary twin soul cores were also sealed, and even the murderous qi absorbed in the fallen angel realm was only a single Shura Sword Martial Soul that could be used.

In this blood-colored space, Qian Linghan was dressed in black and held the Shura Sword, and the Shura God was in blood and held the Shura Demon Sword, and the two were holding swords against each other, and they were only ten steps apart.

Suddenly, the blood-colored light in the eyes of Qian Ling Han and Shura God flickered at the same time, their arms trembled at a high frequency, and the invisible sword intent erupted at the same time, and the two identical sword intents clashed fiercely, and the invisible sword intent turned into tangible, forming two blood-colored vortices.

At the clash of blood-colored vortices, one after another sword intent was shattered, and the land below was instantly shattered by the shattered sword intent.

After a few breaths, the high frequency trembling right hand of the Shura God slowly raised, and the skin and black clothes on the surface of Qianrenhan's body were slashed apart by sword qi one after another, blood flowed out, and the blood-colored vortex in front of him pressed over.

The next moment, Qian Qian Han stepped on his feet, charged forward, and split the blood-colored vortex of the Shura God with a sword, and swung his sword at the Shura God.

The corners of the Shura God's mouth were hooked, and he also waved the blood-colored giant sword, the two-meter-long giant sword in his hand like a dexterous little snake, dancing at will, and merging with his majestic body.

Two blood swords, one large and one small, collided, and sparks splashed one after another.

In the sky, two figures, one black and one red, collided and bent to the ground at the same time.

As soon as the god Shura got up, a trace of purple hair fell from his forehead and fell on his steps.

Before Qian Linghan could smile, a piercing ear appeared on his face, and there was an extra blood mark on his face.

"Qianrenhan, what is kendo?" The god Shura asked suddenly.

Qian Ling Han couldn't understand why the Shura God suddenly asked a question, but he still replied: "Kendo, a cultivator who uses the sword as the main weapon, integrates his body and mind into the sword, forms his own sword heart, and the three become one, stepping on a higher peak of strength."

The god Shura shook his head slightly, and said: "There are only two parts of the sword, one part is the sword in our hands, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead, and the other part is the sword heart in our body, as long as both exist, even if our physical body is destroyed, the sword in our hands still carries our will and shines!"

"This land is the last battlefield for me to become a god, in fact, I shouldn't be called the god of Shura, my god name should be a single word, kill."

"I entered the Tao by killing and achieved the god position, and this dark soil is dyed with the blood I killed."

"Killing Dao, when you do what you want, everything that stands in front of you, and you can erase people or things that make you uncomfortable, and improve your strength on this road, and you are too much in pursuit of strength, ignoring the essence of killing Dao, and sometimes even killing for the sake of killing, resulting in a lack of sword heart, so you are controlled everywhere." Shura God said, he also sighed in his heart, to some extent, he is the same as Qianrenhan, he is restricted by the rules of the divine realm and the Shura god position, and he has to manage what boring divine realm, and his sword heart is also full of holes.

"Is it too much pursuit of power, ignoring the essence of killing, or even killing for the sake of killing?"

Qian Linghan recalled that he asked people to destroy Haotian Sect, and his inner idea was to cut the grass and not eradicate the roots, in case a genius disciple of Haotian Sect threatened the Wuhun Hall in the future, and the killing Dao was to block his way, and he would kill him if he was in the way, in terms of killing Dao, Haotian Sect, the sect master, was only a 96-level scum sect, and he was actually not qualified to let him do it, but he did the thing of destroying the door for the sake of the Wuhun Palace.

Thinking about this, Qian Linghan sighed, if you want to kill well, you must let go of all irrelevant emotions and be alone, the family affection for the Qian family, and the feelings for the Wuhun Palace family are all the reasons why his sword heart is damaged.

Family affection and affection for the Wuhun Hall are not indispensable, but these two are to help him, as a result, Qianjia and Wuhun Hall are two big pits that drag him back for Qianrenhan, like Qiandaoliu who troubled him that day, if it was a pure killing dao, Qiandaoliu's head would have fallen to the ground a long time ago, and it was because his head did not fall to the ground that his killing dao was damaged.

"Got it? Qianrenhan, your talent is enough, and your comprehension of the sword is deep enough, but your heart is deficient, so there is no possibility of defeating me, for the sake of the master-apprentice relationship, the teacher can give you a chance to go out and make up for your damaged sword heart, and your mind should know very well when your heart is damaged. ”

With a wave of the Shura God's hand, next to Qianrenhan, a blood-colored vortex appeared, and the scene of the Hell Road reappeared.

Qianrenhan fell silent, wanting to mend the killing path, that Qiandaoliu troubled him, Qianhiro released Bibi Dong, and Qianrenxue went undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire to cause him to be angry, all three of which made him fluctuate greatly, and as a result, he didn't kill any of the three, and for the sake of the Wuhun Palace, the three people of the Sword Bone Tower made trouble for him that day, and he didn't kill him.

Unless Qian Ling Han makes another move to make these heads fall to the ground, or even destroy the burden of the Martial Spirit Palace, so that the killing path can be perfected again.

In this regard, Qian Linghan shook his head and said: "Master, life is often unsatisfactory, there are some things that I can't give up, and it is my life to meet such a relative and such a huge force after all."

Qian Ling Han let go of the Shura Sword in his hand, sighed and said, "If only erasing them can make my Dao perfect, then I'd rather give up this Dao."

(End of chapter)