Chapter 449: Are there too many people who have learned your Tang Sect’s unique skills?
After retreating dozens of steps, the sword held between the old man's fingers was suddenly pulled sideways.
Shura immediately changed his moves and swept the bone sword across. The old man's body suddenly fell back, but he seemed to be glued to the sword and still controlled his body.
The bone sword passed close to the tip of the old man's nose, but Shura's other hand was balled up and directed towards the old man's abdomen.
Sword, how can it be such an inconvenient thing!
The old man also noticed 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 struck Shura God's lower body with a sweeping kick.
"boom!"
Shura's kick was in the air, but the old man got up and hit Shura's waist with his knee.
The wind of fists, shadows of swords, flashes and movements, and the sounds of the two fighting constantly sounded, but the winner was never determined.
"Boom~" Suddenly, a figure was blasted onto the boulder.
But it's like thunder.
"God Shura, we must kill him, kill him!"
The two distanced themselves until they were tens of meters apart, facing each other, each accumulating energy and condensing their breath.
Losing is not unacceptable, it is normal to have wins and losses.
"Go on." The old man shook his head, didn't say much, and just resumed his posture.
It's not an excuse for Tang San to seize control of his body, it's because he didn't consider this situation at the beginning.
Shura didn't reply this time, but it was nothing to do with him. I believe that Wuhun Palace would not let Tang San stand alone outside Wuhun City.
"So, what is this move called?" the old man suddenly said.
Unpretentious and rare in the world.
Blood flies and the sword shatters.
"He, he secretly learned my Tang Sect's secret skills..."
After looking at the bleeding fist, the old man said a word casually, turned around and walked into the wind and sand.
But the real Shura allowed Tang San to shout without any response.
"Boom!" There were also two monsters flying upside down from the wind and sand, the two monsters Tang San had just ordered to rush forward.
Shura responded with ordinary sword thrusts, no fancy sword moves, and no excessive speed.
"I haven't thought of a name. Not all moves and attacks have to have names." The bone sword began to tremble violently.
It was clear that it had to be carried by a big cat before, but now its body is as straight as a young man's, and its steps are steady and fast.
But it's like a landslide.
Under the old man's gaze, Shura lowered his head and made no move.
Shura did the same, and his sword power began to accumulate.
"The Tang Sect's memory is nothing but a fabrication I made for you. If I have to tell you personally, don't you know how to guess by yourself?"
It wasn't that Shura was defeated by him, but that Shura was briefly distracted just now.
Everyone knows that one move can determine the outcome.
"This move was my most proud move before I became a god." Shura took a deep breath.
"So you are a god?" The old man lowered his eyes.
Even the wind and sand cannot shake it in the slightest.
The big cat's eyes reflected the fist and sword tip that started to make contact.
The big cat looked at this scene with cold eyes, not looking for death like this.
The big cat on the boulder looked at this scene with fiery eyes, but then shook his head in frustration.
"Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? Is it difficult to learn ghost tracking?
"And I can tell you that I learned it on the spot after seeing you ghosting, and even improved it.
I really thought I could bully him casually just because he was an old man.
But it doesn’t matter, these skills are actually not uncommon.
The two of them also took a few steps back and began to pant heavily.
But the old man did not pursue, nor did he feel the joy of victory. Instead, he stopped where he was, frowning and looking at Shura.
Shura said nothing, blood suddenly enveloped Tang San's sea of consciousness, and instantly Tang San began to wail.
Shura thought about it for a moment. When he fought against the old man Huang Han just now, the opponent seemed to have used two Xuantian Sect secrets.
He just rushed straight over without even using the distance to support him.
Shura closed his eyes, and in an instant, he turned back into the disgusting Tang San.
"Your son passed the first level, and someone else passed the second level for you. Why are you so proud?"
It's the god Shura.
There was no violent noise, no shaking of heaven and earth.
Very slowly, very slowly.
Tang San didn't say anything, he just gave it a try.
He had been beaten to death and had exited the state of possession by the martial spirit.
"I lose."
"I didn't see any shocked look on your face." Shura shook his head.
"But he is learning secretly..."
An ordinary, indomitable punch.
"As people get older, it's hard to cause any mental fluctuations." A sound of blasting in the air came out as the old man adjusted his posture.
As for the violent profession, there is always something to pursue.
It's as if he is the one standing tall and he is the winner.
"Okay, no matter you win or lose, you have passed this test."
An ordinary punch, without concealing the purpose of the attack, went straight to Shura's chest.
"Nameless? Pretty good." The old man's breath became more and more ethereal.
I don’t know who I hate.
If he really wanted to kill someone, he would have to hesitate.
Shura sneered and disappeared into the sea of consciousness.
The gains are not necessarily in specific cultivation levels.
"There are not enough people learning your Tang Sect's unique skills?"
"Is the nameless also famous? Thank you." Shura raised his eyebrows, "Where's yours?"
Tang San spoke extremely weakly, but the emotions conveyed were full of resentment and anger.
"What are you so crazy about?" After Tang San finished screaming, Shura said coldly.
"By the way, I would like to correct you. Strictly speaking, you don't have the Tang Sect's unique skill. It is the Xuantian Sect's unique skill.
"Goken-no two punches!"
Outside, Shura raised his head again and stood up.
"Then, come on." Shura waved his sword. There were some things that he didn't need to ask.
But their eyes were so intense that they didn't even notice the bleeding fists and the deep blood marks on their chests.
"Where's the third assessment?" Tang San raised his head and looked at the big cat on the boulder, with an indifferent look on his face.
But he probably couldn't do it.
Doesn't he have any strength? Tang San can still do it after knowing the lessons from the sea.
The breath of one side is still leisurely, and the breath of one side is still sharp.
In his mind, Tang San shouted with murderous intent.
In a short period of time, he will no longer be able to control his body.
"Xifeng, they passed the second level, you come down and take charge of the third level!"
Obviously, the unknown existence named Shura who controls other people's bodies has been competed by the original owner for control of the body.
Tang San, on the other hand, fell silent.
Yelling and shouting are just behaviors caused by emotional fluctuations.
"As for capturing the dragon and controlling the crane, martial arts are all different paths leading to the same goal. Don't look at someone who is similar to using strength to fight. The technique of moving a thousand pounds with four ounces is your Tang Sect's.
Obviously, the old man's status in Wuhun Palace may be very special.
The big cat looked at Tang San speechlessly.
But considering the weird confidence in this thing's fate, it doesn't seem strange.
"The third level, try to touch this stone with your mental strength.
"Just pass."
(End of chapter)
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