Douluo angel and knight

Chapter 389 Old-fashioned Stories

Feeling the fierce murderous intent brought by the passing golden torrent, Shura returned to calm strangely.

It was as if all that passed him was the breeze.

Qian Ningshuang suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure, as if the figure in the blue-gold armor still had a pair of eyes staring at her.

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

"Little girl, is it okay for me to call you that?"

"Of course." Age is here, not to mention the age in this life, including the age in the previous life, she may not be as old as Shura, so she is naturally called by others.

And in this hostile relationship, Shura didn't point her nose and scold others, which is already a show of self-restraint.

Qian Ningshuang has always had this awareness.

"Little girl, put away your little schemes, I admit that I almost got tricked, but I'm not such a waste as Tang San.

"My soul power hasn't been consumed much."

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

Qian Ningshuang, who was the target of being exposed, was not embarrassed, she stood in the same place with great disapproval, and there was no regret in her words on her face.

It is unrealistic for a God King who has experienced many battles to expect others to be caught in her little schemes all the time, and it is normal to react quickly.

This is nothing to be ashamed of, fighting, counting opponents, and luring opponents into pits is also a way.

Shura wasn't annoyed by the calculation either, he understands fighting.

Of course, showing off skills is not as simple as just one show off skill. To be honest, this is not a show off skill at all, and a soul master with a little training can do it.

Not to mention a god king, a traverser whose combat power is at the level of a god?

Qian Ningshuang 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 the series of actions that are neither showing off skills nor is it likely to save soul power?
——Inducing Shura to fall into emotional fluctuations, and then dragging him into his own fighting rhythm.

This is very important, whoever controls the rhythm of the battle will win half of the victory.

As a result, everyone saw that Shura really fell into a mood swing because of this almost contemptuous behavior.

But it was only a moment before people came to their senses and quickly returned to calm.

Fighting is like this, no matter how your emotions change, you must keep calm at all times in your heart, and then calculate and examine everything.

Unless it is true that God rewards the food, monsters that are killed entirely by instinct can really fluctuate with the fluctuation of the battle process.

Yet even such a monster must in the end learn the cold and dry calculations of battle, unless he is immortal.

Well, Miss Qian Ningshuang may have this reckless quality.Anyway, your blood bars are not as thick as mine, so you can fight casually.

But she seldom uses the kind of tactics that disregard defense, disregard calculation, and rely on the thick blood bar to penetrate everything.

Girls, they are all tattered and bloody, that would be too inelegant.

"The next step is to continue the warm-up battle? Or the main course?"

In a piece of reeds that had been flattened by the battle just now, it fell into a strange situation again.

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

They walked slowly around a certain circle again, as if this was a stage, and the actors and authors had already rehearsed their movements many times.

The girl walked quietly, and her slender body was like a sickly girl who would fall down when blown by the wind. She was really shaking, but she was shaking rhythmically, as if she was dancing on a stage.

The Evil God held his breath to observe, holding the blood sword in his right hand, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

The girl is walking to the left, and the evil god is also walking to the left.

The girls don't stop, and the evil gods don't stop.

The girl's speed was slow and leisurely, and the evil voice was 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 own state as they approach.

The closer you are, the slower and more deadly your movements will be.

"Little girl, you are very cautious. You obviously have the advantage now, but you would rather fall into this kind of duel with me, which is similar to mortal swordsmen, without revealing a single flaw."

The nonsense is naturally going on.

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

"You know it's no use pissing me off now."

"Who knows if it's useful?"

"You should have heard about me from Qian Chongling or the God of Angels. I am also a king of gods who have been killed."

"I asked, but they just said that there are too few records, and they are not interested in investigating your past."

"Well, Shura is a god of faith, you should know that, right?"

Evil God laughed dumbfoundedly, and then seemed to get excited, and began to talk about his past.

"know."

"God Shura was once only a first-level god, you know that, right?"

"I've heard people say it."

"I was not born in Douluo Star, so if I tell you which world, you probably won't be interested.

"Just one thing to know, in fact, I have experienced countless times in swordsman duels where each other finds a flaw and kills each other with one blow."

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

A look of interest appeared on the girl's face. After all, this sounds like a world of martial arts.

"Okay, then I will introduce my hometown."

The Evil God didn't mind, and instead began to say in a nostalgic tone: "In that world, there are no soul skills, no martial arts, and the energy of heaven and earth is not so strong.

"I can't live forever, even if the realm is higher, it is not much different from the life span of ordinary people.

"At the same time, no matter how high the realm is, it is still a mortal body, which can die from various poisons and assassinations, and can also be piled to death by others.

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

"Of course, it's better than your Douluo star's Zongmen, which is actually a family. At least the Zongmen is really willing to recruit people with different surnames with outstanding talents."

Understood, martial arts world chant.

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

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

"My talent is quite good, I have already challenged the masters of various schools, 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 my martial arts.

"It's boring, but there's no choice, that's the way the world is, and that's what I thought at the time."

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

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

"Ah this..."

"It's a very old-fashioned and common link, right? But the reality is like this. Being invincible at a young age, I will naturally arouse everyone's interest.

"Everyone suspects that I have some special chance, but I really only became invincible by relying on the second-rate swordsmanship passed down in my family.

"When I was young and energetic, I didn't have many friends, and I offended many people, which naturally attracted the pursuit of the whole world.

"I also said that no matter how high the level of my world is, no matter how strong the people are, it will be hard to beat four hands with two fists."

"What's next? Kill all the enemies? Or find an extremely talented disciple to teach him revenge?"

(End of this chapter)