"Ah..." In the small desert outside Shijiu City, there have been a lot of screams in the past few days.
It's a pity that these screams cannot be conveyed to Shijiu City, nor can they be conveyed between heaven and earth. They can only circulate in the desert until they dissipate with the wind.
The few people near the source of the scream could not fail to hear the scream, but no one cared about it.
The big orange cat didn't care, he was just here for fun;
The old man named Huang Han didn't care, he had seen worse and more bloody scenes;
Tang Wulin, who was still in the green-skinned monster state, didn't care, he couldn't even take care of himself;
Tang San, whose body was controlled by God Shura, didn't care, because it was just a tool;
Tang Xuanyu didn't care, because he was in pain, heart-breaking pain;
Shura didn't care even more, because he was responsible for the screams.
God Shura looked at the long arm in his hand and shook his head in disappointment.
In a competition, it is natural to use each other's best weapons.
But not everyone has the good luck of God Shura. There is a rare and almost invisible person in the universe.
Shura raised his right foot, and his knee just blocked Huang Han's punch. But he also used the force of the shock to retreat, and stood firm when he landed. He held the bone sword and looked at Huang Han with bright eyes.
But at that time, he was probably just an ordinary person without any extraordinary power, but he had mastered this certain amount of extraordinary power by himself.
What is talent? The definition of this word is very broad. Cultivation speed is talent, combat consciousness is talent, and mind and understanding are also talents.
Holding the bone sword in a sword flower, God Shura showed a smile on his face, "Then I'll ask Mr. Huang for advice."
Shura also looked at the old man, "Old Huang, do you mind if I use my sword?"
When he passed the divine test, it had to be based on combat prowess. In fact, he was only at the Soul Douluo stage of Douluo Star and could not be higher. But he had a bit of luck and the previous Shura God took a fancy to him.
Some of them died too early, some were cheated, and some lacked opportunities...
Shura also slowly realized the realm on the way to revenge.
The old man's foot has already been kicked up, and the place of attack is not very fair.
In other words, this wonderful rhythm exists in the old man himself.
——Encirclement.
The big cat looked at Shura God speechlessly, and then looked at the arm that was thrown into his paws. He wanted to complain about something, but swallowed it back.
"As you wish." The old man smiled and nodded.
The sword light quickly changed from chopping to teasing, and went straight towards the old man's chest.
The big cat did not stop it, and instantly flew onto the boulder. At the same time, it kicked Tang Wulin and Tang Xuanyu away from them, trying not to disturb the two of them.
It's just a fight of fists and kicks that was agreed upon, and if you take out a sword and see if it violates the agreement, you still have to get the approval of the examiner.
The Shura God, who was born in such a world and quickly became a god, has a different view of so-called talent than most Douluo people, and is similar to that of the gods.
It may have been mastered before the Paladin appeared.
Shura knew this special realm, which was the name of the world where he was born. Counting the records and legends of that world, there were only a handful of people who had this realm.
"boom!"
There was no murderous intent, no aura fluctuations, he seemed to have disappeared into this world, or he was this world.
Seeing this, the big cat said nothing, and threw the broken arm with uneven fractures, which was obviously torn off by force, into the air. A cloud of strong wind blew by, and what fell into Shura's hand was already a handful of white.
The bone sword.
He wasn't very satisfied with the weapon, but he didn't have much choice nearby.
It's not that he thinks a sword and fist fight is unfair, he also believes that the old man is not a master who cares about such minutiae.
Of course, an arm and a sword are naturally different and need to be modified.
After all, it is difficult for a group of gods who casually upgrade their mortal levels to think that cultivation speed is a particularly important talent.
Even luck can be considered talent.
Before he finished speaking, he had already shown a speed that was not in line with his body size. He turned into a gray shadow and rushed towards Huang Han. Bai Sensen's bone sword pierced the opponent's eyebrows like lightning. His movements were extremely fast and unparalleled.
The old man swayed and dodged easily. At the same time, he pushed out his palms and struck Shura's body with a strange rhythm.
——Cultivation speed is a ghost talent, while truth talent is more important to their understanding and character.
But just for a moment, that's enough.
They care more about such mysterious and mysterious things as mind and understanding.
This is an ability that is stronger than most soul skills. Even with the blessing of soul power, this will be a divine skill, a true divine skill.
There is killing intent, there is passion, but more importantly, there is respect.
God Shura believes that above these two, there is another particularly important talent: luck.
There is no need to worry about the hardness. The strength of the martial spirit he transformed for Tang Xuanyu is quite acceptable, and the arms evolved from the martial soul possessing him are naturally also relatively strong.
For example, now, the bone sword stopped, half pointed in front of the old man.
It wasn't Shura who held back, or the old man using his soul power. The pure energy of heaven and earth covered him with a layer of defense.
The shadow of the sword flickered again, this time it was slashing. With Shura's current body shape, it really felt like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Shura looked at the old man with more and more admiration. It was also a circle, but Shura at least had internal strength as a basis to come into contact with this realm.
Fortunately, their basic conditions are considered top-notch, and the only difference is a little bit of luck.
The most serious category is that they were born in the wrong place.
Then the big cat turned to look at the only old man in the field.
In this desert, he couldn't find even a broken branch, but only this mutated arm, which was of a suitable length.
Of course, if it doesn't involve extraordinary defense, it's just like that. Shura suddenly exerted force and the defense was broken.
The difference between him and others is that he had a bit of luck and figured out a special skill by coincidence.
There is some suspicion of taking advantage of others, but he is not a messenger of justice.
They are very talented and very talented, and they are also very talented.
"Boy, do me a favor. I want bones instead of meat. It would be better if there are spikes on the front."
Mastery from scratch, mastery out of thin air.
His understanding is very high, but in his world, his invincible state can be achieved by others who spend more time.
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After all, if we just talk about killing, there are more lunatics in the universe who kill randomly than him. His numbers and speed are really not enough.
For example, the old man in front of God Shura.
The old man didn't. Shura could tell that the old man had mastered this realm very skillfully and had been mastering it for a long time.
The old man didn't seem to react when facing this sword. It wasn't until the tip of the sword reached his eyebrows that he suddenly ducked down and struck Shura's chest with a long fist.
——Tickling the vaginal legs.
Shura didn't pay attention to it. There was no such thing as fighting. He quickly turned his teasing into a thorn.
The bone sword thrust out with a fierce force. After being surprised for a moment, the old man quickly reacted and clamped the sword between his two fingers.
At the same time, the footsteps began to retreat continuously, and Shura followed suit with his sword.