Douluo's Shura Angel

"Clang! Clang, clang, clang!" The sound of swords clashing fiercely echoed in the arena of the gods in Nuo Da. Qian Renxue, who was holding the same Shura sword projection, was like a violent storm, attacking the enemy who had never taken the initiative. The second generation Shura God attacked and left.

Slowly, Qian Renxue felt a sense of powerlessness and fatigue in her heart. Even if her attacks were so intensive, they would only cause some trouble to the second-generation Shura God. She could not even disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

This made Qian Renxue, who had always been more confident and stronger, a little frustrated. Fortunately, Qian Renxue quickly became immersed in the battle again.

The second-generation Shura God would not take the initiative to attack, but he would not give up the opportunity to counterattack, which forced Qian Renxue to engage in a fierce battle.

In the beginning, Qian Renxue was able to maintain such a high-intensity, high-density, and almost seamless attack.

But soon, Qian Renxue's physical strength began to run out, and her sword swinging speed inevitably slowed down a beat.

And in this short moment, the second-generation Shura God turned sideways to avoid Qian Renxue's sword. When Qian Renxue's old strength had just dissipated and new strength had not yet been regenerated, he swung the sword towards Qian Renxue without hesitation. Snow's waist.

It is foreseeable that if this shot is confirmed, the battle will be almost over.

"Dang!" Qian Renxue's heart trembled, and she used the hilt of her sword to resist the slap on her waist.

"Bang!" The projection of the Shura Sword fell to the ground. The hand she was holding the sword had become red and swollen, and most of her combat strength was gone.

There was no time to care about the projection of the Shura Sword that fell to the ground. The second generation Shura God's attacks had already come one after another. Qian Renxue could only dodge in a panic and hastily.

Seeing such a scene, the second-generation Shura God was not careless. After all, no matter how embarrassed Qian Renxue was now, the second-generation Shura God knew that she was still far from reaching the limit of a little girl.

It's just that I don't know when the little girl will use it.

Seemingly betraying a flaw unintentionally, Qian Renxue did not fall for the trick. Instead, she took the opportunity to avoid the attack range of the second-generation Shura God and picked up her own weapon again.

Facing the calm eyes of the younger junior sister, the second-generation Shura God also knew that what he did might be too fake, and he was not embarrassed. He stood there lazily, waiting for the younger junior sister to attack again.

"Huh ~" He exhaled heavily, alleviating the excessive tension in the high-level combat state. Qian Renxue clenched the giant sword in her hand and slowly walked around the edge of the second-generation Shura God, looking for something that could be found from all directions. A flaw that serves as a breakthrough point.

Standing casually and lazily on the spot, the second-generation Shura God with flaws all over his body blinked his bloody eyes innocently, waiting for the younger junior sister's attack.

. . .

"Bang!" The projection of the Shura Sword in the hand of the second generation Shura God fell to the ground, and two fingers firmly clamped the blade of the projection of the Shura Sword in the hand of the younger junior sister.

"Bang!" After resisting Qian Renxue's kick from the side, and realizing that Qian Renxue wanted to throw away the Shura Sword projection, and used his strength to strike, the second-generation Shura God smiled helplessly and said:

"Stop it, you win!"

When the voice of the second-generation Shura God fell, the majestic voice in Qian Renxue's mind also sounded:

"Passed the seventh of the nine tests for the Asura God level!"

At this time, all the gods stood up and cast a kind look at the little girl who was still a little overwhelmed.

Then, under Qian Renxue's slightly cute gaze, all the projections of the gods slowly turned into various colored light spots and dissipated, even the second-generation Shura God in front of her was no exception.

"Wait a minute!" Qian Renxue reacted and immediately looked in Shura's direction and said suddenly, but it was still a step too late.

Only the words left by Shura echoed in Gu</span>'s ears:

"Xue'er, see you in the God Realm."

When the voice of the Second Generation Shura Goddess fell, Qian Renxue had already been restored by the rules of the Arena of Gods.

Now Qian Renxue didn't feel the joy of winning the level. She was just a little disappointed, and her jade hands moved forward blankly, as if she wanted to catch something.

In the end, nothing was found. Looking at the void where the gods and their temples had disappeared, and looking at the vast and empty arena of the gods where she was the only one left, Qian Renxue felt a sense of loneliness from the bottom of her heart.

Although she couldn't talk casually or act coquettishly with the uncle she hadn't seen for a long time here.

However, she can see her uncle every day!

Even though she couldn't talk, even if she could only look at each other from a distance, Qian Renxue still felt very satisfied and happy.

The eyes that occasionally looked at each other, the doting gaze and warm smile that watched her grow and supported her efforts, and the silent encouragement all made Qian Renxue want to immerse herself in it.

It didn't matter if she lost, and it didn't matter if she kept losing, because her uncle was by her side. Even though she couldn't rely on him in his arms, she still felt endless encouragement, and she could feel her beating heart.

Now, it's gone, everything is gone, and I don't know how long I have to wait to see my uncle again.

She didn't know how long she had to wait before she could truly contact and meet her uncle; she also didn't know how long she had to wait before she could lie willfully in his arms, coquettishly and listen to the helplessness of the other party. Gentle words but very doting.

"They're all gone..." Qian Renxue, who lowered her head, murmured softly. Here are her memories and the process of her hard work.

It's just that the gods who are both spectators and combatants have returned, and together with the temples that symbolize their identities, they have returned to their true bodies and brought back the memories of this place.

After once again stopping to take a deep look at the huge Arena of the Gods, Qian Renxue chose to return.

There are only two exams left. As long as she can finish them faster, she will be able to see them earlier, meet the ones she misses the most, wants to see the most, and wants to act like a spoiled child the most. Uncle.

The returning Qian Renxue was illuminated by the bright moon, with a faint soft halo of light all over her body. Against the backdrop of the starry night, she looked like a real goddess of the night descending to earth.

Without disturbing Na'er who was still sleeping, Qian Renxue did not want to wait, so she came to the hall with her three little ones who rarely returned at night.

After instructing the two dragon kings of water and fire to set up the barrier, Qian Renxue received the reward for clearing the level.

"The Seventh Test of the Nine Tests for the Asura God Level"

"Completion status: passed (Note: meets the conditions for opening the inheritance of the temples)"

"Reward for passing the level: the inheritor's compatibility with the divine position is increased by 20%, the right leg bone of Killing and Judgment is rewarded, the life of the soul ring is increased by 30,000 years, and the inheritance of the temples is opened (after selecting a hall, the inheritor can receive)."

After absorbing the right leg bone of Slaughter and Judgment without any surprise, and once again giving herself a hundred thousand year soul ring that everyone in Douluo Continent envied, Qian Renxue looked at the so-called inheritance of the temples.