Man in Douluo, Martial Soul Fallen Angel

Time flies, and a year and a half passed in a blink of an eye. On the edge of the sword, Qian Renhan, who was wearing a platinum dress and had long golden hair, was waving a long sword made of special materials. The long sword did not open.

I saw Qian Renhan closing his eyes and slashing into the air, with all kinds of sword skills at his fingertips, without any confusion or pause.

Qian Daoliu on the side nodded slightly, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. He stepped on his foot and kicked a small piece of gravel towards Qian Renhan's door.

Qian Renhan, who was swinging his sword, seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the small rocks coming towards his door, and quickly smashed them with his fists.

"Okay, Xiaohan, you can sense the incoming stones, the first level of the sword, and you have barely stepped into the threshold. The basics that grandpa should teach have basically been taught to you, and the rest can only be relied on." You explored it by yourself." Qian Daoliu said happily, he blindly followed him to learn, imitating his swordsmanship, so that in the future, he would just become the next him, and only by letting Qian Renhan walk out of his own path would he be more successful. The possibility of inheriting the throne of the god ancestor.

"I know grandpa."

Qian Renhan nodded, looking at the dust on his panicked defensive fists, a trace of dissatisfaction emerged in his heart. He was still a little less flexible with the sword. After all, if it was a real fight, and he used his fists to resist instead of the sword, then he would have a My hand is probably going to be disabled.

At this moment, Guang Ling Douluo, an old naughty boy dressed in snow, landed next to Qian Daoliu with a smile on his face.

"Guangling, what are you doing here if you don't go to practice, and you're messing around again." Qian Daoliu said seriously, Guangling can play with his granddaughter. Like a soul master, he had high hopes for Qian Renhan, so how could he waste his precious sword training time on Guang Ling?

Guangling smiled and said, "Brother, Xiaohan, I have some good news to inform you."

Qian Daoliu asked, "What news?"

"Little Dong'er, she has calmed down the influence of the Slaughter City, and she will be back soon."

Qian Renhan frowned, so quickly, Bibi Dong walked out of the killing capital half a year ago to calm down the murderous aura, he expected it would take at least a year to calm down the murderous aura, but it turned out to be half a year earlier.

"Then let's talk about it when she comes back." Qian Daoliu calmed down and warned again: "Xiaohan, practice your sword hard, strive to completely enter the realm of the unity of human and sword, and don't mess around with Guang Ling."

Qian Daoliu also gave Guangling Douluo a warning look, and then left.

"Grandpa Guangling, practice with me." Qian Renhan called to Guangling Douluo who was about to leave.

"Huh? Xiaohan, how does grandpa accompany you to cultivate? Our weapons are completely different." Guangling Douluo laughed, he used a bow, and Qian Renhan used a sword to guide the use of soul power and control his strengths, but Qian Renhan did not awaken Wuhun.

Qian Renhan waved a sword flower and replied: "Grandpa Guangling, you are not the most powerful archer soul master in the mainland. You can shoot wherever you want with an ice arrow, and you can turn around at will. Come and try to aim at me. I will use my sword , for your arrows, it can be regarded as an actual combat simulation."

"Okay." Guang Ling simply agreed. A person's life should be about enjoying life in time. With his talent, reaching the current state is already the limit. Instead of sitting stupidly in the secret practice room and doing those meaningless things. Instead of meditating, have fun.

Ten meters away, nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and five black, emerged from Guang Ling's feet. One was longer than his entire body, and its entire body was icy blue. There were blue-purple solid ice at the ends, which were decorated like wings. , the extremely gorgeous bow and arrow fell into his hand.

"Xiaohan, be careful." Guangling gently pulled the bowstring with his right hand, and the chill released from his body condensed into a small finger-sized ice arrow. Under his meticulous soul power control, this little ice arrow couldn't even pierce the bark of a tree. .

The bowstring vibrated slightly, and under the control of Guangling Douluo's soul power, the little ice arrow flew out at a speed of ten meters per second. This speed was not even one-tenth of the speed of ordinary hunters' bows and arrows. What a terrifying state of mastering his own cultivation, the old naughty boy really had no place to practice before he started playing.

The sword light flashed, and the clear sound of ice cracking sounded.

Qian Renhan smiled and said, "Grandpa Guangling, I haven't practiced in vain for a year and a half."

"Oh, really? Grandpa will increase the dosage."

Light Ling Douluo's soul power condensed again, and three small ice arrows with the same size as before appeared. The three arrows paused before and after less than a second before shooting out. Their speed was one minute faster than before, but they were beaten one by one by Qian Renhan. broken.

"Xiaohan, your mother will be back in a few days. Why are you not happy at all when I heard it before?" Guang Ling asked, without stopping the movement of her hands, trying to distract Qian Renhan and increase the difficulty.

"Happy, why should I be happy? She will come back as soon as she comes back. If you don't talk about her, I will almost forget about her." Qian Renhan replied, not making any unnecessary movements with his hands to answer the question.

Guang Ling was not surprised and murmured: "This child is really indifferent. He is completely opposite to Xiaoxue."

One minute later, an ice arrow passed through Qian Renhan's defense, floated on his right shoulder, and made close contact with his clothes.

"Okay, Xiaohan, that's it for practice." Guang Ling sucked his hand, and the ice arrow returned to his hand, spinning back and forth on his fingers.

"It's not over yet, Grandpa Guangling."

The sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground sounded, Qian Renhan shook his wrist, and drew his sword again.

Guang Ling was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "You boy, come again then."