Douluo angel and knight

Chapter 449 Is there still not enough people who have learned from you the unique knowledge of the Tang Sect?

After retreating dozens of steps, the sword held by the old man's two fingers was suddenly drawn to the side.

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

The bone sword brushed close to the tip of the old man's nose, but Shura's other hand clenched into a ball and aimed straight at the old man's abdomen.

How could a sword be such an inconvenient thing!

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

"boom!"

Shura kicked in the air, but the old man got up and hit Shura's waist with his knee.

Fist wind, sword shadow, flashing, moving, the sound of the two people fighting kept ringing out, but there was still no winner.

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

It is Shura God.

But the old man did not pursue, nor did he feel the joy of victory. Instead, he stopped at the same spot, frowning and looking at Shura.

It wasn't that Shura had lost to him, but that Shura had lost his mind just now.

Obviously, the unknown existence named Shura who manipulated other people's bodies was vying for the control of the body by the original owner.

Under the gaze of the old man, Shura lowered his head and did not move.

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

In his mind, Tang San shouted murderously.

Shura didn't speak, blood color suddenly enveloped Tang San's sea of ​​consciousness, and Tang San began to howl in an instant.

Doesn't exist any strength?Tang San can still do it with the lessons learned from the sea.

"What are you crazy about?" Shura said indifferently after Tang San finished screaming.

"He, he stole my Tang Sect secret knowledge..."

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

I don't know who to hate.

Shura thought about it for a while, when he fought old man Huang Han just now, the opponent seemed to have really used two unique skills of Xuantianzong.

"There are still fewer people who learn from your Tang Sect's unique skills?"

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

"But he is stealing..."

"Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? Is it difficult to learn ghost shadow obscuration?
"And I can tell you that people learned from watching you, and even improved.

"As for catching dragons and controlling cranes, all different paths lead to the same goal in martial arts. Don't look at a skill like using strength to fight strength, four or two to pull a thousand catties, it's your Tang Sect.

"By the way, let me correct you. Strictly speaking, you don't have any unique knowledge of the Tang Sect. It is the unique knowledge of Xuantianzong.

"Tang Clan's memories are nothing but fabricated for you. If I have to tell you personally, won't you guess it yourself?"

Shura sneered and disappeared into the sea of ​​consciousness.

But Tang San fell silent.

In a short time, he won't grab any more control over his body.

Outside, Shura raised his head again and stood up.

"I'm the loser."

Losing is not unacceptable, it is normal to win and lose.

It's not an excuse for Tang San to snatch the right to control his body, it's because he didn't consider this situation at the beginning.

"Go on." The old man shook his head, didn't say much, just pulled his posture again.

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

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

Shura didn't answer this time, it's not up to him to get past anything, I believe Wuhundian won't let Tang San be blocked outside Wuhun City by himself.

The two distanced themselves until they were tens of meters apart, facing each other, accumulating energy and condensing breath.

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

"So you are a god?" The old man lowered his eyes.

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

"When people are old, it is difficult to cause any mental fluctuations." There was a sound of air blasting, and it was the old man adjusting his posture.

The same was true for Shura, and the sword power began to accumulate.

Everyone knows that probably one move will determine the outcome.

One side's breath is still leisurely, and the other side is still sharp.

"So, what is this move called?" the old man suddenly said.

"I didn't think of a name, not all moves and attacks need a name." The bone sword began to tremble violently.

"Is it nameless? It's not bad." The old man's breath became more and more ethereal.

"Is the unknown also famous? Thank you." Shura raised his eyebrows, "Where's yours?"

"Gang Fist—Wu Er Hit!"

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

Ordinary, an indomitable punch.

He didn't even use the distance to bless his strength, so he rushed over like that.

But like a landslide.

What Shura responded was also an ordinary sword attack, without fancy sword moves or excessive speed.

Very slow, very 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 career, there is always something to pursue.

But he probably couldn't do it.

In the big cat's pupils, the fist and the tip of the sword that came into contact were reflected.

There was no violent noise, no shaking of the heaven and earth.

Simple and unpretentious, and rare in the world.

Blood flies, sword shatters.

The two also took a few steps back and began to breathe heavily.

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

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

Looking at the bleeding fist, the old man casually dropped a word, turned around and walked into the sandstorm.

It was obvious that it had to be carried by a big cat before, but now its body is as straight as a young man's, and his steps are steady and fast.

The wind and sand can't shake it a bit.

Shura closed his eyes, and in an instant, he changed back to that disgusting Tang San.

And the real Shura, let Tang San shout, and never responded.

The harvest is not necessarily in the specific cultivation base.

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

Has been beaten alive to withdraw from the state of martial soul possession.

The big cat watched this scene with cold eyes, not looking for death like this.

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

Tang San didn't say anything, just try.

Shouting, beating, and killing are just behaviors under emotional fluctuations.

If he really wanted to kill him, he would have to hesitate for a while.

Obviously, the status of the old man in Wuhundian 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 standing tall, he was the winner.

"Your son passed the first test, and someone else took the second test for you. What are you so proud of?"

The big cat looked at Tang San speechlessly.

But considering the weird self-confidence in the trajectory of this thing's fate, it doesn't seem surprising.

"Third level, let's try to touch this stone with mental power.

"Just pass."

(End of this chapter)