Douluo angel and knight

Chapter 393 Gust, Surrender to Me!
"You probably don't have such a day."

The breeze began to move around the girl, and six blue soul rings like a starry sky also began to appear behind her head.

It looks pretty flashy, and kind of like that.

Dazzling is because of the color that would not appear on a normal spirit ring, but because there are only six of them.

It is probably a joke that a person who is cautious with the god king's divine sense is a six-ring soul emperor.

"It's better to die in battle than to suddenly go crazy, or become someone else's food for no reason."

Shura knew what Qian Ningshuang was talking about, letting the other party grow up, it would be a matter of time before the God Realm was demolished.

Soul power began to spread to the edge of the sword.

The Evil God ignored the girl's strange soul ring color scheme, and also ignored his dwarfed configuration.

Judging combat effectiveness by the number of soul ring colors is just a habit and practice system on Douluo Planet.

At least for the two of them right now, the strength cannot be judged simply by the color of the soul ring and the number of soul rings.

God has his own judgment system.

There are many lower realms in the God Realm. I dare not say that each lower realm has its own practice system, but generally there are several different practice systems.

Of course, this thing leads to the same goal by different routes. No matter what system, when it reaches the stage of god level, it all falls into the two paths of faith and law.

Could it be that some people are still pretending to be X by the color of the soul ring after reaching the god king?
Isn't this something that god-level powerhouses can change casually?
"Then why don't you just use this container right now?"

The gathered wind condenses at one point, and the invisible wind has the girl's sword as its eye.

"That's not necessary, I'm not used to wronging myself.

"It doesn't matter whether this container is useless or not, after all, I chose it because he is a waste.

"But those weird points on him, I can't tolerate it."

The sword's edge hit an invisible wall and came to a standstill.

Qian Ningshuang raised her hand.

"Guangfeng, surrender to me!"

A gust of storm pushed the Evil God away, and in the sudden storm, the Evil God looked at the looming figure in the storm with empty eyes.

This is not a violent wind, it is clearly an endless sword energy!
The whistling sound of the storm gradually tore apart the sharp sounds and turned into beating notes one by one. In the gradually melodious sound, Evil God felt as if he heard a song.

Song?
It turned out to be a mental attack.

Shura withdrew from the spot, which had already been affected by the storm.

In the midst of the storm, Qian Ningshuang quietly raised her sword and pointed at Shura.

The seven-headed flying dragons flew around the storm, roaring, and then they fell to the ground and were born from the storm.

It was a pure elemental creation, and there were faint space cracks emerging around it.

After landing, the body of the flying dragon changed into seven pretty figures, each with the same face as Qian Ningshuang.

Each one is Qian Ningshuang.

It is between virtuality and reality, between space and reality, between spirit and body.

"You who can only borrow a waste body, the only chance to win is experience.

"When you are weaker than me in the competition of moves, what chance do you have of winning in the competition of soul power and means?"

"Tsk, it's not my body after all."

Shura sighed, it's not just a matter of physical strength and adaptability.

And instinct.

There are many things that Shura doesn't need to think about and deal with, his body can react most instinctively.

Tang San couldn't do it, this body that could only be used for posing and unleashing soul skills had the fighting instinct of a hammer.

Of course, Shura also understands that this thing is just self-comfort.

The opponent is also a new body, and has no fighting instinct.

'If it wasn't for this useless body, it probably would have escaped these two swords. '

Shura blocked the sudden attack, and sighed again in his heart.

Because the swords coming from the other two directions cut off his two tentacles.

If it was the main body to deal with it, it would be able to dodge these two swords with a slight difference, but Tang San couldn't do it, he couldn't react.

It's just that if it's the main body, it's not playing moves, but simply overwhelming people with murderous aura and divine power.

Raising his head to look at the girl who was held up in the sky by the wind, Shura took a decisive step back and avoided the wind blade.

At the same time, three long swords have been handed to him, and there are also long swords on both sides.

There was no way to dodge, and the blood sword was in the distance because of the broken tentacles just now.

It seems that they can only die here.

The tentacles wrapped around the three long swords in front of him, and then they were smashed into pieces by the wind-wrapped blades.

But this is not important, the pain of minced flesh is nothing to Shura.

--blood.

The black blood spilled all around, the girl had no choice but to cancel the offensive and chose to retreat.

Shura's purpose is this.

"It's disgusting."

Qian Ningshuang frowned, blood is nothing, and the poison in the blood is nothing.

But I can't stand this disgusting thing, even the avatar is disgusting enough.

"This is not like a swordsman, the behavior that a god-king should have."

"But it's very much in line with the villain's approach." Shura's voice was a little sluggish, and the attack wasn't just physical.

The outcome of the battle was doomed from the beginning.

This is Qian Ningshuang's home field.

Qian Ningshuang didn't bother to say anything, and she waved her sword lightly in the air again, or should a magic wand be more suitable?
Countless whirlwinds began to condense, and the singing in the air became louder and more pleasant.

The long sword swung down, and countless invisible wind arrows rushed towards the evil god on the ground with a song-like scream.

To be honest, it was a weird scene.

God fled in confusion on the ground, but man stood in the sky like a god.

Resounding through the sky, please completely hide the whistling sound of piercing through the sky. The too dense and huge number makes the capture of divine sense useless, and the evil god can only try to leave the original area.

However, there are more than these invisible wind blades in the attack.

Probably no one can step into this invisible storm, except Qian Ningshuang.

For they are one with the wind.

They rushed in the moment the wind blade fell, and the long sword jumped into light in the wind!

"Let the wind lead!"

The wind turned red, that's where the blood spread out.

Facts have proved that the blood of the God King is nothing special. It is not the blue-gold color that God King Tang liked most in his previous life, nor is it the gold color of the blood of God King Shura, nor is it the golden color that people think.

On the contrary, it is really no different from normal people.

Or the genes inside, a little more complicated?
The wind stopped, and Qian Ningshuang also fell back to the ground, along with Gu Yuena and the pendant Tianyao.

This trick was thought up by Qian Ningshuang on the spur of the moment. Anyway, a fish-mongering Fengshen who holds a harp all day has a high probability of having the same voice as her, so there shouldn't be any copyright issues.

The reeds have been blown away by the wind, leaving only an unsightly monster.

A blood-stained monster with torn armor and clothes.

"why?"

The monster was not dead, nor fainted, he struggled to open his eyes, and asked a question without thinking.

(End of this chapter)