Lord of Shura Palace of Douluo

The Shura Palace seemed to have emerged from the ground. Tang Ling's soul power was rising sharply, and the sharp fluctuations in soul power made everyone's hearts palpitate. His whole body was floating in the air, his hands spread out, and no one could get close to him under the blood sacrifice. .

Yan was shocked. He had only seen such momentum from Titled Douluo. It was the fear that surged into his heart, "Quick! Stop him!"

The soul power of the twelve people doubled again. Tang Ling looked at everyone calmly and said, "It's too late."

Within a hundred meters of Tang Ling's area, there was a violent wind. The little golden retriever seemed to sense something. Golden light shone from its body, and its golden eyes glowed red. It looked up to the sky and screamed sadly, resounding throughout the sky, and a tear flowed from its eye. .

Tang San opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He only felt his throat was hoarse and painful.

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The experiences of his previous life kept flashing in Tang San's mind.

"Hey, stand up. You can follow me from now on." The ten-year-old Tang Ling's eyes were cold and scary. He was wearing a slim-fitting outfit, with his hands behind his back. There was no smile on his young face. Even though his voice was soft, there was no doubt about it.

Five-year-old Tang San was among the dead, staring blankly at the person standing in front of him. He was an orphan. He didn't know who his parents were, and he was a little afraid of the people in front of him who were obviously not much older than him.

Tang Ling frowned and lost his patience. He reached out and grabbed his collar and stood up, "Go or not go, that's the word."

Tang San didn't know why, so he nodded nonchalantly and followed Tang Ling back.

The house was not big, and he lived there by himself. He never let him in the master bedroom, and the two of them only slept on their sides. Much later, Tang San found out that ten-year-old Tang Ling's mother had been killed three years ago. , maybe because of the boredom of his life, he accepted him on a whim.

"I will teach you how to practice swordsmanship in the future, starting tomorrow." Tang Ling threw a bag of food and a wooden sword to Tang San, jumped up and ran to the roof, lying down and watching the stars.

Tang San didn't care about the sword, threw it aside, and started to eat dinner. He was very hungry and couldn't even eat enough outside. This was the first time in a long time that he had a full meal.

After dinner, Tang San didn't wait for Tang Ling, and didn't know what he was doing. He had already forgotten about the sword practice and fell asleep on the table.

Tang Ling always kept his word, and sure enough, Tang San was carried out before it was still light the next day.

Sword training cannot be learned in a day, two days, a month or two. He doesn't like learning, nor does he like swords, and he has no talent for sword training. His arms and wrists are red and swollen when he splits wooden stakes, and every time he steps forward, his legs They were all shaking violently.

In fact, Tang Ling was not very good at teaching, and his method of educating people was extremely rough. He had always carried out teaching in actual combat, so Tang San was often injured. Tang Ling just threw the ointment to Tang San and left.

Finally one day, Tang Ling hadn't come back for many days. Tang San, who rarely needed to be beaten, ran to the market by himself.

There were huge crowds of people there, with a lot of food and entertainment, which Tang San had never seen before. He was confused for a moment and forgot about the time. He looked at stall after stall, and his small body squeezed forward, but accidentally He bumped into a rich man. He had a bad temper, his mouth was unforgiving, and his hands were unforgiving.

Tang San curled up on the ground, protecting his head, and tears fell down unsatisfactorily. The original pain did not fall on him, but he heard the rich man scream, sitting on the ground, holding his stomach, rolling in pain, screaming awful.

Tang San knelt on the ground and raised his head, and saw Tang Ling covered in blood, his clothes were in tatters, and the flesh on his hands was rolling, "Coward, stand up!"

He got up from the ground with difficulty, his tears still drying, "I have no strength, and I deserve to be beaten. If I see you kneeling in the future, I will break your legs." Tang Ling's vicious words made Tang San's tears even more uncontrollable. .

Tang Ling didn't care and walked back on his own. Tang San followed closely, but there were too many people, and there were many people watching the fun. Tang San was short, and Tang Ling walked fast. He couldn't find anyone for a while. Panicked, he looked around, shouting loudly, "Brother! Brother!"

He was running around as if he had no backbone, and kept shouting until his bloody hands grabbed his back collar, "What are you shouting? It's so noisy."

Tang San finally found the person, and regardless of the blood and injuries on his hand, he just held his hand. Tang Ling couldn't let go, so he let him drag him all the way home.

The two of them were considered 'peaceful' for a few years.

Later, Tang San fell in love with hidden weapons and joined the Tang Clan, but Tang Ling didn't care. He was invisible all day long. Sometimes he offended the wrong person and was plotted for revenge. Every time, he thought he would die, but he was still alive and well. Yes, Tang Ling came and went without a trace. Tang San was used to someone always helping him kill people indifferently and then leaving.

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The blazing red light surrounded Tang Ling, as if it had become one with the sword. It seemed to be an upgraded version of formless and selfless. The soul rings of the Holy Light Kirin and the soul rings of Bianhua Flower were integrated into the Shura Sword one by one. The golden-red light on Ling's body also blended in.

"The man and the sword become one, kill!" The swordsman, in the highest state, the man and the sword become one, but the sword does not need to be separated from the body. On the contrary, as long as he wants, all things can be used as swords. This is the ultimate attack, abandoning defense, Abandoning your soul, abandoning everything, this is what you do, all in one go.

The Shura Sword roared out, and before anyone could react, the hearts of the first few people were instantly pierced, and several soul saints were killed in an instant.

The huge Bianhua flower surrounded Tang San and Xiao Wu, and teleported a thousand meters away in the blink of an eye.

The Shura Sword finally stopped after piercing ten soul saints. Tang Ling's body was swaying, as if he could fall down at any time. His soul was damaged and death was inevitable, but his willpower had always been strong and he still retained own consciousness.

Tang Ling leaned against a tree and looked at Yan and the two remaining soul saints chasing him. He suddenly smiled. He could feel the flow of life in his body like a sieve. No matter how he repairs it or adjusts his breath, it will always flow out of his body.

Tang Ling watched the three figures continue to enlarge. He rubbed his fingertips and counted the time. He would never give the enemy a chance to kill him, only he would end his own life.

Thousands of meters away, Xiao Wu hugged the crazy Tang San tightly, never thinking that one day the soft bone lock would be used on her lover.

"My brother, he...he..." Tang San cried and shouted. Xiao Wu had never seen Tang San like this before. She looked into the distance, tears streaming down her face. There was a little golden beast in her arms. It was sleeping peacefully and was thrown in by Tang Ling when it teleported just now.

Tang San finally calmed down, and he stared blankly ahead, "Xiao Wu, do you know? My brother has finally lived for himself... He used to be like an ark, floating unsteadily... It seems like he has nothing to do while alive..."

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