People in Douluo, good at hugging thighs

Time flies, half a month passes quickly.

In the city of killing, in the mysterious space. 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 sound came out.

Sounded in my mind.

"Complete the fifth test of God Shura, reward, affinity level 15%."

"The Sixth Test of God Shura, 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 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, as long as the man in front of him did not show his attack,

Intentions will not trigger combat.

An hour later, Ning Xiaotian slowly stood up. He stretched his muscles and strode towards the man.

"Bang bang bang..." The battle started and ended after a minute.

"It seems that his strength is average." 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 is a waste of energy. In my opinion, the preciousness of this move lies in the effect of the move itself. At this time, God Shura did it just to deal with the situation behind him. It is truly precious.

Yes, it is the realm of swordsmanship reached by God Shura. If you can make so few swords, if you 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.

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"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 heart, arises out of thin air, and defense is the best. That is the most worthless part of that trick.

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 spot with a slightly pale face, and closed his eyes again to adjust his breathing.

The figure originally standing behind the eyes also returned to the center of the platform.

"..." He pondered for a moment and continued the challenge.

"Is it a phantom? There are still spots, there is 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 very old. Although its cultivation is controlled at a certain level, its combat experience is very low. It seems that its original cultivation is ordinary. It is difficult to defeat it.

It can be said to be low. And then, it must be the first one. I still know that I will encounter a few people in the front, and I only have one life. No matter how I play, it is too much.

However, he was defeated again, followed by repeated defeats and repeated defeats.

"A bit stronger than before." I couldn't help but secretly thought.

"You expect me to be your opponent." Ning Xiaotian said calmly.

Thinking like that, sit up straight and finish your breath management recovery.

Ning Xiaotian's expression changed and he didn't respond.

Rigid and amorous-minded... That's my evaluation of Ning Xiaotian in terms of emotions.

"That image...should be the former Rakshasa God?" Guesses flashed through his mind.

Time passed day by day, the battles retreated one by one, and nearly a year passed quietly.

"Shura, when did he realize that state?" Poseidon asked.

"If you want to crack it, you can either predict it in advance and use a more swift attack to regain the dominance. Or you can only find a way to counterattack with clever strength and unloading force." At this point in his thoughts, God Shura thought of his own unique skill.

The Secret of Reincarnation.

I don't know how long it took, but 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.

Penetrating wounds heal quickly.

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 slim 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 and tangible sword energy enveloped the man from all directions. He swung his sickle to block and was ejected. The sword energy exploded and turned into fewer and more dense sword energy. When the energy was released, it exploded. In just a moment, it was ejected.

It swept over again. From the picture, the man looked like a small ocean in the depths, surrounded by huge waves.

I denied it because I was jealous. "That's what I said." Poseidon didn't understand. He curled his lips and said nothing.

"It's just mental power, not murderous intent." Ning Xiaotian rolled his eyes, but his tone was still indifferent, "Release your own murderous intent and cover a certain area. As long as you retreat, you will be targeted and attacked. As for those tangible sword energies,

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, then the seventh time...they lost one after another.

He raised his head and looked at the woman behind him. She was 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?" An idea 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 in the same era, I still know that Ning Xiaotian was a swordsman after he became a god. After the Rakshasa God and Ning Xiaotian

This is also the reason why the relationship is bad.

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 guy achieves his soul, and then use it again.

The cost of that move will be much greater."

After a while, scars appeared all over 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, with a touch of his left hand, the Shura Blood Killing Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he walked closer. Ning Xiaotian also uses a sword. Without this sparring partner, it will definitely not help my swordsmanship. With such an opportunity, I naturally

Yes, I will let it go.

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." Feeling the changes in Zhang Fenghe's moves, as if he was experimenting, Ning Xiaotian couldn't help but smile. But he was pleased in his heart, Zhang Fenghe's understanding and persistence in the way of swordsmanship,

Exactly what I value.

Practice brings true knowledge, but trying will lead to failure. Regaining 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, "Killing Field." The field opened, and the man behind him didn't feel anything, and his figure disappeared in a flash. The last moment, "Sword Prison"

!" Zhang Fenghe murmured loudly, but the man didn't seem to notice. He quickly waved the giant scythe in his hand, and his body burst into the air. "Puff, puff..." The sound of collisions was heard one after another.

After a few minutes, the battle ended.

"No matter what, we'll talk about it later." 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 himself is in trouble." Poseidon couldn't help but speak.

"Hey, how come such a bad seedling was 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 mind. I see it very clearly whether I have the feeling of being connected with my mind.

"Bang bang bang..." The career of repeated defeats and battles started again.

"That strength is outrageous." It must be said that the Rakshasa God's attacks are of the type with little skill, weirdness and unpredictability. This Ning Xiaotian is definitely the type of complex and rough, small and delicate. Extreme perception, keen judgment, decisiveness

With his unique moves, coupled with his weak force-making skills and strength, a sword struck him, giving God Shura the feeling that he could avoid it, but he was weak and weak.

Click, click, click, dense cracks appeared out of thin air under the ground. In the slightly red space, it was as if the mirror was complete, and countless cracks were like rolling waves, slowly covering the man's direction, as if they were about to sweep away.

It's torn into pieces.

"MMP, that family is really..."

In the midst of my thoughts, another figure condensed into the picture. Judging from its appearance, it was exactly different from me.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked forward, and another figure quickly gathered.