Time flies, and half a month passes quickly.
The city of killing, in the mysterious space. The sword light flashed, and with a pop, not far behind Ning Xiaotian, the body of a man who looked exactly like him suddenly exploded, turning into wisps of red aura and dissipating. Then, a strange voice sounded in my mind.
"The fifth test of Shura God is completed, reward, affinity level 15%."
"The sixth test of Shura God, the road of killing." After saying this, a tall man quickly gathered in the center of the round platform.
"Let's adjust our breath first." Turning around and looking at the man who was standing in the center of the round platform, Ning Xiaotian sat down cross-legged and began to adjust his breath with his eyes closed. Judging from the previous battles, the man in front of him would not trigger a battle as long as he did not reveal his intention to attack.
An hour later, Ning Xiaotian slowly stood up. After stretching his muscles, he strode towards the man.
"Bang bang bang..." The battle started and ended after a minute.
"It seems to be of average strength." Ning Xiaotian said to himself.
The next moment, red light gathered, and another figure condensed out.
"It seems like a series of challenges." Ning Xiaotian suddenly understood and attacked directly without hesitation.
Who would create so little sword energy in a fight? It's a waste of energy. In my opinion, the preciousness of this move lies in its effect itself. At this time, God Shura did that just to deal with the situation behind him. What is truly precious is the realm of swordsmanship achieved by God Shura. If he can make so few swords, if he can make one or several swords, and distribute the energy reasonably, the power will inevitably increase slightly.
"Damn, what kind of ability is that? I've seen the original Bibi Dong use it. We are both Rakshasa gods, so why do we feel the difference is so small?" After recovering from his injuries, Shura God sat on the ground, stopped complaining in his mind, frowned and thought about countermeasures. .
"That's..." In the God Realm, Poseidon, who was watching the battle after chatting, looked surprised.
"Speaking of which, the heir to the Rakshasa God was automatically sent down, and he hasn't even taken the front-line examination yet." I thought about whether the Rakshasa God had not been with Ning Xiaotian in the past few days, but had gone to preside over the front-line examination. After taking the test, Poseidon felt that the gap between people was really not that small.
It moves according to one's will, arises out of thin air, and defense is the best. That is the most worthless part of that move.
A quarter of an hour ago, a line of blood flashed across his neck, and he was suddenly defeated.
Only then did Zhang Fenghe open his eyes, his figure swayed, he sat down on the same spot with a slightly pale face, and closed his eyes again to adjust his breathing.
And the original
"..." He pondered for a moment and continued the challenge.
"Is it a phantom? It's exposed again, there's nothing to see." I couldn't help complaining in my heart.
Yes, it makes sense when you think about it. The phantom that defeated me just now seems to be quite old. Although his cultivation is controlled to a certain level, his combat experience is very low. I guess his original cultivation is ordinary. If you want to defeat it, the difficulty is very low. And that must still be the first one. I still knew that I would encounter a lot of people, but I only had one life, so it was just too much fun.
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Therefore, God Shura is associated with his own unique skill, the Art of Reincarnation.
After an unknown amount of time, in front of the 33rd figure, Ning Xiaotian was pierced by a sword and fell to the ground with a groan. The next moment, scarlet aura rose from the ground and converged towards the wound at an extremely fast speed, and the pierced wound quickly recovered.
In the last second, red aura filled the air, and another figure gathered. Looking up, it was a handsome man wearing purple armor. He had an extremely low and slender figure. He was holding a two-meter-long giant scythe in his hand, and his face was clear and warm. Hot, as if there is something there.
Looking again, the thin tangible sword energy enveloped the man from all sides. He swung his sickle to block and was ejected. The sword energy exploded and turned into fewer and more dense sword energy. Let go of the energy and blast it away, only for a moment to be swept back again. From the picture, the man looks like a small ocean in the depths, surrounded by huge waves.
I denied it, feeling jealous. "That's what I said." Poseidon didn't understand, curled his lips, and said less.
"It's just mental power, not murderous intention." Ning Xiaotian rolled his eyes, but his tone was still indifferent, "Release your own murderous aura and cover a certain area. As long as you step back, you will be targeted and attacked. As for those tangible sword auras, It is formed by the fusion of sword power, sword intent, killing intent, murderous aura, and soul power. To achieve that level, you need to have a very low understanding of the way of the sword."
Then it was the eighth time, the seventh time... lost one after another.
He looked up at the woman behind him, holding a small blood-colored sword. She had white hair and white clothes, and her face was cold and indifferent, as if she had no emotion at all.
"Ning Xiaotian?" A thought suddenly appeared in Zhang Fenghe's mind.
After a long time, get up and fight again.
"..." Poseidon immediately turned his head away.
A level 99 super Douluo who has lived for hundreds of years, even if he is reduced to the same level, is someone like me who can deal with it cautiously in his old age.
"I hope he can get his wish." Poseidon nodded slightly. Although he became a god at the same time, I still know that Ning Xiaotian was a swordsman after he became a god. The reason why Rakshasa God and Ning Xiaotian had a bad relationship later was also the reason.
It is not a bad feeling to be defeated and experience death, but to die is no different from being defeated.
"Huh?" Ning Xiaotian turned to look at Poseidon again.
"That move was wrong, it didn't consume too much mental energy. Such a sparse sword energy is difficult to control." Looking back, Poseidon couldn't help but comment, "It's true, and the future is promising. Wait until the big boy becomes a divine soul, and then use it again The cost of that move will be much greater."
After a while, scars appeared under his body.
"Those phantoms have different skills. They should be the opponents that Ning Xiaotian encountered in his early years, right? So, even if you defeat that one, you will face a weaker one next. Is that teaching you combat experience in disguise?" At that moment, I realized how much Ning Xiaotian valued me.
Taking a deep breath, he touched his left hand, and the Shura Blood Killing Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he walked closer. Ning Xiaotian also uses a sword. Without him as a sparring partner, it will definitely not help my improvement in swordsmanship. I would naturally let go of such an opportunity.
With a pop, the figure behind disappeared, the 98th challenge began, and the 233rd death was announced.
A few hours ago, the fighting continued.
He turned back and continued to look at the screen, but God Shura hadn't gotten up yet.
"That guy, I really treat you as a sparring partner." Ning Xiaotian couldn't help but smile when he felt Zhang Fenghe's changes in moves, as if he was experimenting. But I feel happy in my heart. Zhang Fenghe’s understanding and persistence in swordsmanship are exactly what I value.
Practice brings true knowledge, but trying can lead to failure. After regrouping his spirit, Zhang Fenghe holds the sword and fights again.
"If we could take a step back and integrate the eight characteristics of the Samsara Technique into the art of swordsmanship, we might not have a chance."
At the last moment, the woman in white took action. With one sword, just one sword, God Shura was directly knocked away.
"..." Zhang Fenghe glanced over.
Until a few days ago, in the center of the round platform, God Shura stood up hurriedly, looked at the man behind him, and then closed his eyes, "The killing field." The field opened, and the man behind him didn't feel anything. His figure disappeared in a flash. The last moment, "Sword Prison" !" Zhang Fenghe murmured, but the man didn't seem to notice. He quickly waved the giant scythe in his hand, and his body exploded, "Puff, puff, puff..." Touch.
The crashing sounds came one after another.
After a few minutes, the battle was over.
"No matter what, we'll wait until after the fight." Thinking of that, he immediately closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After adjusting to the best condition, he stood up and walked closer.
A few moments ago, there was a flash of purple light and a blood line appeared on the neck.
"Shura, it seems that he really trained that eldest son as his successor, and he is already in trouble." Poseidon couldn't help but speak.
"Hey, how could such a bad seedling be picked up by that old guy Shura for nothing?" God Shura himself went to Ning Xiaotian's inheritance to practice. In the eyes of Poseidon, that kind of situation where he was automatically sent to the door was... It can only be described as being lucky.
While thinking, in the picture, the man was completely enveloped by the sword energy, which instantly exploded into red mist and dissipated.
"It seems to be some kind of tangible sword energy. It seems that it can't be guided by mental power and attacks the enemy's retreat differently." After all, this is the place where I test my own soul. Whether I have the feeling of being connected with my spiritual mind, I see it very clearly.
"Bang bang bang..." A career of repeated defeats and battles begins again.
"The strength is outrageous." It can be said that the Rakshasa God's attacks are of the type with little skill, weirdness and unpredictable. This Ning Xiaotian is definitely the type of complex and rough, small and delicate. With ultimate perception, keen judgment, and decisive moves, coupled with weak force-making skills and strength, a sword struck, giving God Shura the feeling that it was inevitable to avoid it, and he was weak and weak.
Noise, noisy, dense fine marks appeared out of thin air under the ground. In the slightly red space, it was as if the mirror was intact, and countless cracks were like rolling waves, slowly enveloping the man, as if to tear him apart.
"MMP, that family is really..."
In the midst of my thoughts, another figure condensed in the picture. Judging from its appearance, it was different from me.
Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked forward, and another figure quickly gathered.
