Douluo's Angel and Knight

Chapter 389 The same old story

Feeling the fierce murderous intent brought by the passing golden torrent, Shura strangely regained his composure.

It was as if all that passed him was a gentle breeze.

Qian Ningshuang suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure, as if the figure wearing blue and gold armor had a pair of eyes staring at her.

The eyes under the helmet were full of calmness and insight, scanning every tiny movement of his.

"Little girl, is it okay if I call you that?"

"Of course." When it comes to age, not to mention her age in this life, including her age in her previous life, she may not be a fraction of Shura's age, so naturally she can be called whatever she wants.

Moreover, considering this hostile relationship, Shura didn't point his finger at her and curse others, which was already a sign of good manners.

Qian Ningshuang has always had this consciousness.

"Little girl, put away your little scheme. I admit that I almost fell into the trap, but I am not a waste like Tang San.

"My soul power hasn't been consumed much."

"It's a pity that I didn't fall for it."

Qian Ningshuang was not embarrassed when her purpose was revealed. She stood on the spot with a big face, and there was no regret in her words on her face.

For a God-King who has experienced hundreds of battles, it is unrealistic to expect people to fall into her little schemes all the time. It is normal to react quickly.

There is nothing to be ashamed of. In fighting, calculating your opponent and luring your opponent into a trap is also a way.

Shura was not angry at being plotted. He understood fighting.

Of course, dazzling skills are not as simple as just one dazzling skill. To be honest, this is not really a dazzling skill. A soul master with a little training can do it.

Let alone a god-king, a time-traveler whose combat power is on par with that of a god?

Qian Ningshuang is not a master who lacks soul power, at least compared to Shura who can only borrow Tang San's body now, she really has a lot of soul power.

So, what is the purpose of that series of actions that are neither a show off nor a way to save soul power?

——Luring Shura into emotional fluctuations, and then dragging him into his own battle rhythm.

This is very important. Whoever controls the rhythm of the battle will win half the battle.

As a result, everyone saw it. As expected, Shura fell into emotional turmoil because of this almost contemptuous behavior.

But it only took a moment for people to react and quickly regain their composure.

Fighting is just like this. No matter how your emotions change, you must remain calm deep down at all times, and then calculate and examine everything.

Unless God really provides food for you, monsters that rely entirely on instinct to kill can have their emotions fluctuate as the battle progresses.

However, even this kind of monster must learn to make cold and boring calculations in battle in the end, unless he has immortality.

Well, Miss Qian Ningshuang may have this reckless trait. Anyway, your health bar is not as thick as mine, so you can fight as you please.

But she rarely uses the kind of play that ignores defense, ignores calculations, and relies on a thick health bar to defeat everything.

As a girl, it would be too ungraceful to be covered in tatters and dripping with blood.

"Is the warm-up going to continue? Or is it going to be the main course?"

A patch of reeds that had been flattened by the battle just now found itself in a strange situation.

The lily-like girl and the evil god wearing blue and gold armor are really evil gods, and their image has nothing to do with the good gods.

They walked slowly around a circle again, as if this was a stage, and the actors and the author had already rehearsed the movements many times.

The girl moved quietly, and her slender body was like a sick girl who would fall down when blown by the wind. She was really swaying, but her swaying was rhythmic, as if she was dancing on the stage.

The evil god held his breath and observed, holding a bloody sword in his right hand, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.

The girl walked to the left, and the evil god also walked to the left.

The girl never stops, and neither does the evil god.

The girl's speed was slow and leisurely, and her evil voice was also slow and leisurely.

But the distance between them is gradually getting closer. They test each other's weaknesses by drawing circles, and then adjust their own states as they get closer.

The closer you get, the gentler your movements are, and the more deadly they are.

"Little girl, you are very cautious. You clearly have the advantage now, but you would rather get into this kind of duel with me, similar to that between mortal swordsmen, without revealing any flaws."

The nonsense naturally continues.

"Why don't you say it's arrogance? You obviously have the advantage of home field and soul power, but you still want to play swordsman duel."

"You know there's no point in irritating me now."

"Who knows if it's useful?"

"You should have heard Qian Zhongling or the God of Angels talk about me. After all, I am also a god who was killed for the throne."

"I asked, but they just said there were too few records and they were not interested in investigating your past."

"Okay, you should know that Shura is a god of faith, right?"

The evil god laughed dumbly, and then seemed to become more interested, and began to talk about his past.

"Know."

"You know that God Shura was once just a first-level god, right?"

"I heard someone say it."

"I am not from the Douluo planet. If I tell you which world I am in, you probably won't be interested.

"I just need to know one thing. In fact, I have experienced countless swordsman duels where each other finds flaws and kills with one strike."

"If you say that, I'm interested."

A look of interest appeared on the girl's face. After all, this sounded like a martial arts world.

"Okay, then let me introduce my hometown."

The Evil God didn't mind either, and began to say in a nostalgic tone: "That world had no soul skills, no martial arts, and the energy of heaven and earth was not so strong.

"You can't live forever, even if your realm is high, it's not much different from the life span of ordinary people.

"At the same time, no matter how high your realm is, you are still a human being with a mortal body. You can die from various poisons and assassinations, and you can also be piled to death.

"The entire world is similar to your Douluo Star, consisting of countless sects and imperial courts.

"Of course, the situation is better than that of your Douluo Star, which is called a sect but is actually a family. At least the sect is really willing to recruit all kinds of talented people with foreign surnames."

Got it, the world of martial arts.

No wonder the memories given to Tang San were of the typical martial arts world.

"I was born in such a world, from a so-called martial arts family.

"My talent is quite good. At the age of eighteen, I have already challenged masters from all sects, and I am considered invincible in the world.

"Having become invincible at such an early age, I will probably spend the rest of my life finding a wife to pass on my family and my martial arts skills.

"It's boring, but I have no choice. The world is just like that. That's what I thought at the time."

"The next thing is that you suddenly come into contact with the Shura inheritance?"

"That's not true. On my wedding night, my whole family died, leaving me a cripple with only one leg and one hand. I barely escaped the pursuit."

"Ah this..."

"It's a very sophisticated and common link, right? But the reality is that, since I am invincible at a young age, I will naturally arouse everyone's interest.

"Everyone suspected that I had some special luck, but I really just relied on the second-rate swordsmanship passed down from my family to become invincible.

“I was young and energetic and had few friends, and I offended many people, which naturally attracted people from all over the world.

"I also said that no matter how high the level of my world is, no matter how strong the people are, it will be difficult for two fists to defeat four hands."

"What's next? Kill all the enemies? Or find a disciple with extraordinary talent to teach him to take revenge?"

(End of chapter)