Chapter 393 Strong wind, surrender to me!
"You probably don't have that day left."
The breeze began to move around the girl, and six blue soul rings that looked like stars began to appear on the back of her head.
It looks very dazzling and so on.
It's dazzling because it's a color that won't appear on normal soul rings, but it's because there are only six of them.
It's probably a joke that a person who is cautious about dealing with a God King's divine will is a Six-ringed Soul Emperor.
"It is better to die in battle than to suddenly go crazy, or to become someone else's food for no apparent reason."
Shura knew what Qian Ningshuang was talking about. If he allowed the other party to grow, it would be a matter of time before the God Realm was dismantled.
The soul power began to spread to the sword's edge.
The evil god ignored the strange color of the girl's soul ring, and also ignored the dwarfing configuration of his own body.
Judging combat effectiveness based on the number of soul ring colors is just a habit and practice system on Douluo Planet.
At least for the two of them now, they cannot simply use the color of the soul rings and the number of soul rings to judge the strength.
God has his own system of judgment.
There are many lower realms in the God Realm. I dare not say that each lower realm has its own set of practice systems, but there are generally several different sets of practice systems.
Of course, these things lead to the same goal by different paths. No matter what system, when it reaches the god level, it all falls back on the two paths of faith and law.
Is there really someone who has reached the level of God King and still relies on the color of his soul ring to show off?
Isn’t this thing just something a god-level powerhouse can change and play casually?
"Then how about you just use this container?"
The gathering wind condenses into a single point, and the invisible wind uses 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 waste or not, after all, I chose it because it is waste.
"But I can't tolerate those weird things about him."
The sword's edge hit an invisible wall and stalled.
Qian Ningshuang raised her hand.
"Strong wind, surrender to me!"
A gust of storm pushed the evil god away suddenly. In the sudden storm, the evil god looked at the vague figure in the storm with his eyes empty.
This is not a strong wind, it is clearly endless sword energy!
The roar of the storm gradually tore apart sharp sounds and turned into beating notes one by one. In the gradually sweet sound, the evil god felt as if he was hearing a song.
Song?
It turns out it also has psychic attacks.
Shura evacuated the place, and that area had been affected by the storm.
In the storm, Qian Ningshuang quietly raised her sword and pointed at Shura from afar.
Seven flying dragons with wings spread around the storm, roaring, then they fell to the earth and were born from the storm.
It was a pure elemental creation, with faint space cracks emerging around it.
After landing, the flying dragon's figure changed and turned into seven pretty figures, each with the same face as Qian Ningshuang.
Each one is Qian Ningshuang.
The boundary is between virtuality and reality, between space and reality, between spirit and body.
"You can only borrow a useless body, and your only chance of victory is experience.
"When you are weaker than me in the competition of moves, and in the competition of soul power and means, what chance do you have of winning?"
"Tsk, it's not my body after all."
Shura sighed, it was not just a matter of physical strength and adaptability.
There is also instinct.
There are many things that Shura doesn't need to think about or deal with, his body can react most instinctively.
Tang San couldn't do it. This body, which could only be used to pose and perform soul skills, had the fighting instinct of a hammer.
Of course, Shura also understood that this thing was just for self-comfort.
The opponent also has a new body and has no fighting instinct.
'If it weren't for this useless body, I probably wouldn't have been able to escape these two swords.'
Shura blocked the sudden attack of the sword and sighed in his heart again.
Because the swords coming from the other two directions cut off his two tentacles.
If the main body were to deal with it, it would be able to dodge these two swords with just a hair's breadth, but Tang San couldn't do it and couldn't react.
However, if it is the real body, it is not playing tricks, 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 due to the tentacles breaking off just now.
It seems like the only option is to die here.
The tentacles wrapped around the three long swords in front of him, and then were smashed into pieces on the sword blades wrapped in the wind.
But this is not important, the pain of the minced meat is nothing to Shura.
--blood.
Black blood spilled all around, and the girl had no choice but to cancel her attack and choose to retreat.
This is the purpose of Shura.
"It's pretty disgusting."
Qian Ningshuang frowned, blood was nothing, and the poison in the blood was nothing.
But I can't stand how disgusting this thing is, even the clone is disgusting enough.
"This is not the behavior a swordsman or a god king should have."
"But this is very consistent with the villain's approach." Shura's voice was a little weak, and the attack was not just physical.
The outcome of the battle was determined from the beginning.
This is Qian Ningshuang’s home field.
Qian Ningshuang was too lazy to say anything. She waved her sword gently in the air again, or maybe a wand was more appropriate?
Countless wind whirlpools began to gather, and the singing in the air became louder and sweeter.
The long sword was swung down, and countless invisible wind arrows rushed towards the evil god on the ground with a singing scream.
To be honest, this scene is quite strange.
Gods are fleeing in confusion on the ground, while humans stand in the sky like gods.
The roar that resounded through the sky completely hid the roaring sound that broke through the sky. The too dense and huge number made the capture of spiritual thoughts useless, and the evil god could only try to leave the original area.
However, there are more than just these invisible wind blades in the attack.
Probably no one can step into this invisible storm, except Qian Ningshuang.
Because they are one with the wind.
They rushed in the moment the wind blade fell, and their long swords jumped into light in the wind!
"Let the wind lead you!"
The wind turned red because blood was spreading in it.
Facts have proved that the blood of the God King is nothing special. It is not the blue-gold color that the Tang Shen King liked most in his previous life, nor is it the gold color of the blood of the Shura God King, nor is it the gold color that people think of.
On the contrary, it is really no different from normal people.
Or are the genes inside more complex?
The wind stopped, Qian Ningshuang also fell back to the ground, along with Gu Yuena and the pendant Tian Yao.
This trick was thought up by Qian Ningshuang on the spur of the moment. Anyway, there is a certain fish-catching monster Fengshen who holds a harp all day long. It is very likely that he has the same voice as her, so there should be no copyright issues.
The reeds had been blown away by the wind, leaving only an unsightly monster.
A monster covered in blood, with its armor and clothes in pieces.
"Why?"
The monster was not dead or fainted. He struggled to open his eyes and asked a question without thinking.
(End of chapter)
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