Douluo Dalu: White Tiger

Chapter 39 Chen Xin's Guidance

Ye Xuan swung the silver spear of divine punishment in his hand, and spear flowers appeared on the tip of the spear, attacking Chen Xin directly.

The long sword in Chen Xin's hand was just swung lightly, but the moment it collided with the silver spear, a crisp jingling sound was made. Ye Xuan only felt a huge force transmitted from the silver spear to his hands, which made his hands a little numb.

Looking at Chen Xin, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes seemed to be unable to see anything around him. His body seemed to have turned into a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, merging into one with the long sword in his hand.

Although he just stood there quietly without saying a word, he still gave people a feeling that he was the only one in the world.

"Is this the sword intent?" Ye Xuan sighed in his heart, but the silver spear in his hand did not stop at all, waving faster and faster, each shot aimed directly at Chen Xin's vital points, completely abandoning defense and just attacking blindly.

The sword in Chen Xin's hand was not slow at all, and his defense was flawless, but he had no intention of attacking and just defended blindly.

The sound of weapons clashing continued in the field. Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, Ye Xishui, and Tie Xiong were also watching quietly.

"Uncle Gu, what do you think of Xiaoxuan?" Ning Fengzhi looked at the competition in front of him and asked Gu Rong behind him.

"Very good, very smart. He knew he couldn't defend, so he gave up defense and switched to strong attack. But compared with that old guy Chen Xin, he lacks three points of natural artistic conception." There was a hint of praise in Gu Rong's voice.

Ye Xishui and Tiexiong said nothing. Ning Rongrong came over at some point and sat on the steps at the door, watching without blinking.

After Ning Fengzhi saw Ning Rongrong, he looked at Ye Xuan and Ye Xishui, and quickly thought about it. Finally, he smiled gently, walked out and told his disciples to prepare the banquet.

Chen Xin, who was competing in the field, blocked Ye Xuan's silver spear with a sword and said slowly: "You have not comprehended the meaning, but your understanding of the meaning is enough. The last step is your original heart. The heart and intention are different. How can you comprehend the meaning?" Chen Xin's voice was like a sharp blade, cutting Ye Xuan's heart.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan stopped what he was doing and looked at the Divine Punishment Silver Spear in his hand. His eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't understand what Chen Xin meant.

"Follow your heart. This is all I can say. Whether you can comprehend the artistic conception depends on yourself." After saying this, Chen Xin kept silent and did not attack. He just watched quietly.

Ye Xuan closed his eyes and thought, the White Tiger Martial Spirit emerged in his mind. What appeared in the White Tiger's eyes was fighting spirit, and murderous intent emanated from his body, but this murderous intent seemed to be firmly controlled by the White Tiger.

After staring at the White Tiger for a long time, Ye Xuan suddenly chuckled. The White Tiger was good at fighting and killing, but he had been suppressing the White Tiger's fighting and killing intent. How could he comprehend the existence of intent?

Ye Xuan stretched out his hand, smiled faintly and said: "I will no longer suppress your fighting spirit and killing intention. The White Tiger is coming, its momentum is irreversible and unstoppable. The gods give way and the Buddhas retreat."

The white tiger seemed to have heard Ye Xuan's voice and let out a tiger roar filled with joy, and pounced directly towards Ye Xuan.

In the outside world, Ye Xuan opened his eyes, the arrogance in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest, but in his arrogance there appeared endless fighting spirit and murderous intent, and his martial spirit, the White Tiger, could not help but show up, howling towards the sky, shaking the whole area.

He retracted his martial spirit, and spun the Divine Punishment Silver Spear in his hand, with the tip of the spear pointed directly at Chen Xin. "Thank you for your advice, Senior. I have a trick. Please appreciate it."

Chen Xin seemed to be in the mood, and said calmly: "You can use as much as you want, even if you have to use your soul power."

The Divine Punishment Silver Spear in Ye Xuan's hand stabbed straight out. It was just a simple stab, but the Divine Punishment Silver Spear seemed to turn into a white tiger with wings on its back. The pressure from the white tiger was like an abyss and a prison, making it impossible to dodge. People could only take it head-on, and there seemed to be endless murderous intent hidden in it.

Chen Xin narrowed his eyes and slashed forward with the long sword in his hand. Wherever the long sword passed, it seemed to form a murderous intention.

"The winner has been decided!" Ye Xishui said indifferently, and directly picked up a cup of tea and drank it. With her Extreme Douluo's eyesight, she could naturally tell the outcome of this attack.

With a crisp ding-dang sound, the moment the silver spear and the long sword collided, the long sword in Chen Xin's hand shattered directly, and the silver spear of divine punishment in Ye Xuan's hand also stopped.

He put the Divine Punishment Silver Spear back into his sea of ​​consciousness, put his right hand holding the silver spear behind his back, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior!"

"The sword is broken. You win the competition." Chen Xin walked directly towards the hall without caring about the outcome of the competition.

Ye Xuan also went towards the hall, but his hands behind his back were shaking a little, and there were some traces of blood.

He cheated in this competition. Chen Xin had only an ordinary long sword in his hand, while the Divine Punishment Silver Spear he used was a divine weapon. Although he did not use the destructive energy in it, it was still something that an ordinary long sword could not match.

Chen Xin came to the door and picked up Ning Rongrong directly. The indifferent expression on his face disappeared, and he treated Ning Rongrong like an old man treating his granddaughter.

"Grandpa Jian, I'm hungry!" Ning Rongrong's voice was very clear and pleasant.

"Feng Zhi, it's time to eat, why haven't you prepared the food yet? What if Rongrong is hungry?"

"The banquet is ready. Xiaoxuan, Senior Death, and this Titled Majesty, you should also come and have something to eat." Ning Fengzhi's eyes were on Ye Xuan. As long as Ye Xuan nodded in agreement, the other two would not object.

"Since Uncle Ning has invited us, Aunt Ye, Tiexiong, let's go eat something too!" Ye Xuan's voice sounded very calm. He didn't come here today just to compete with Jian Dao Chen Xin.

"Yes, sir, my lord." Ye Xishui and Tiexiong agreed and followed Ye Xuan.

Ning Fengzhi led the way and soon arrived at a room. The table in the room was filled with various delicious dishes. After everyone sat down, Ye Xuan took off the mask on his face and began to taste them.

Ning Fengzhi asked casually, "Xiaoxuan, I'm curious, which sect or family could cultivate a genius like you?"

"I have not joined any sect, nor am I from a noble family, but I want to set up my own sect." Ye Xuan said calmly, with no change on his facial expression.

"Well, with Senior Death God here, it's more than enough for me to set up a sect on my own. But setting up a sect requires huge funds, a good sect location, and a lot of soul masters. It's impossible for Senior Death God to do everything himself."

"Xiaoxuan, it may be difficult for you to build a sect on your own." Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

(End of this chapter)