Chapter 1836 (1/2)

The black shadow on the high platform is more than three meters high, with wings on its back. Except for the head, the whole body is covered with black scales. There is a single horn on the forehead, claws like hooks on the hands and feet, blood red eyes and two red lanterns. It makes people feel terrible.

Luo Feng recognized at a glance that this was the Shura among the demons of the earth. Judging from the breath, he was quite a martial artist in the middle stage of the spiritual circle, as well as a young swordsman on the platform.

As soon as he appeared in the dark door, Shura looked around, not very wise, but also immediately understood his situation. The blood light in his eyes was more abundant.

Roar!

There was a roar from the sky. Shura's body exuded a fierce and bloodthirsty atmosphere. His figure appeared above the young swordsman in a flash. His sharp claws were snapped with a sharp sound.

The young swordsman was shocked by Shura's fierce and violent breath. He was a little lost. When he woke up, he looked up and saw a black claw. He was scared out of his wits and quickly raised his sword to block it.

Clang!

The swords and claws collided and sparks splashed all over the place. The young swordsman snorted, and his figure retreated wildly. When he stopped, a small mouth of blood spurted from his mouth.

But Shura didn't give him a chance to breathe. He chased and killed him again.

The young swordsman's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly urged his vitality.

”Three swords of blood wind!”

As soon as the blade shakes, three blood red swords burst out, blocking Shura's way in the shape of goods.

Roar!

Shura roared, his eyes were bright with blood, and his body was dark. Facing the three sword Qi, he not only didn't avoid it, but accelerated again and rushed out.

Bang bang bang!

The three swords are used in a hurry. The young swordsmen just want to push back the Shura, but they don't use all their strength. They are smashed by the Shura in an instant. There are only three shallow white marks on the Shura, and the scales are not cut.

”What!”

The young swordsman didn't expect that the other side was so fierce. He looked terrible. He hesitated for a moment and hurriedly used his lightness skill to avoid.

But it's too late.

Poop!

The blood light splashed, and the clothes of the young swordsman's right arm were scratched and cracked, showing three and a half feet long, bloody paw marks. If he didn't react in time, the blow would tear his whole right arm.

”Ah!”

Seeing such a dangerous scene, some of the young talents on the platform of the war soldiers cried out.

”This Shura realm is not high, but its combat power is very strong. This Tiangong is the leader of the younger generation of Qifeng Dynasty, who will be so embarrassed. ”

Even those who watched the battle on the wall felt a little frightened.

Luo Feng doesn't think young swordsman's strength is weaker than Shura's. compared with the other side, young swordsman's weakness is killing intention.

Shura is ferocious in nature. Now he knows that he will die. The hatred in his heart can be imagined. If he wants to defeat each other, he must be more ruthless or calm enough.

But the young swordsman was short of these two things, so he fell into a panic when he moved his hand. There was no accident. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

As Luo Feng expected, after being scratched on his right arm, the young swordsman became more flustered. His swordsmanship was not a move, and only one could dodge. At last, one couldn't dodge. He was shocked by Shura's claw and flew up in the air. His mouth was opened to spurt blood and fell heavily on the ground.

Roar!

Shura roared and his evil spirit rolled. With one claw, he photographed the young swordsman's head to wipe him out.

”I won't take the test! Save... Save me! ” The young swordsman couldn't help shouting for help.

The female disciple of songwu sect shakes her head, waves her hands and grabs in the air. The huge body of Shura seems to be imprisoned, stiff in the air, unable to move, and directly thrown back to the dark door nearby.

”Assessment failed.”

Next to the Qingyun gate, a cold voice announced that the young swordsman with weak breath would be lifted and directly thrown under the platform.

Looking at the young swordsman with blood all over his body, he was not young, talented and handsome on the stage. His face was a little white. He didn't expect that the third level of practical combat was so dangerous. If he was careless, he would lose his life here.

”Why, are you afraid?”

Xue blade, the disciple of Qingyun sect, sneered and hummed: ”if you can't kill a powerful demon man in the ground, how can you walk in the Jianghu and defend the way of the devil in the future. You should know how many dynasties were destroyed by the demons of the earth when our hundred kingdoms fought against the demons of the West desert. If war breaks out in the future, it will only be ten times more dangerous than today. No one will help you then. Who will come next? ”

”Me.” A quiet voice sounded. He Qin, dressed in white and wearing Xuanqing sword, stood out.

”Very well. Go up. ”

Xue Lin nodded with satisfaction, perhaps seeing that she had come out on her own initiative and said: ”you are in the early stage of the Yuan Dynasty, and your opponent will be the same great Shura. The great Shura already has wisdom that does not belong to human beings, so it is not allowed to treat him as ordinary demons

He Qin nodded slightly, his figure flashed and fell on the stage.