Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 240 Sword Intent? My sword has never been inferior!

On the simulated training ground of Blue Tyrant Academy.

The bamboo shadows swayed, and the rustling sound was like a gentle rain brushing past her ears. Occasionally, a bamboo leaf would fall, swirling and landing on Yu Linglong.

She was sitting cross-legged, her eyes closed, deep in thought.

The azure dragon cub lay on her lap, the little guy comfortably squinting its eyes, occasionally making "luo luo" sounds.

Yu Xiaolie stood aside, watching his daughter seriously, occasionally offering a word or two of guidance.

Suddenly, a noisy commotion came from afar, faintly mixed with fluctuations of soul power.

Then, a powerful sword intent swept across the sky.

Without even actively investigating who the visitor was, Yu Xiaolie already knew what was going on.

He looked up towards the direction of the college square, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Ning Fengzhi, he won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin.

The next moment, his figure vanished from the spot like lightning, leaving only a wisp of breeze.

……

The atmosphere in the Blue Tyrant Academy square was tense.

Ning Fengzhi was dressed in a white robe, with a refined and scholarly appearance, but he could not hide the coldness in his eyes.

Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's silver hair fluttered, and his body exuded a chilling sword aura, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.

Behind the two, although there were only a dozen or so disciples, with Jian Chenxin, a peak Douluo, leading the way, their momentum was overwhelming.

Although Blue Tyrant Academy has a large number of students, they appear to be at a disadvantage.

The teachers and students had no time to retreat and were forced to retreat to the edge of the square. The students were terrified, and some of the younger students even hid in the teaching building, only daring to peek out through the windows.

Some students with higher soul power levels, including Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin, were protected behind their teachers, A Yin and Shui Qing'er, with solemn expressions.

At this moment, the Sixth Elder stood at the very front, fine beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, yet he still forced a smile and offered an official greeting:
"Sect Leader Ning, your grand display has frightened the students. Is there anything we can't discuss sitting down?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, his tone gentle yet subtly sharp:
"Sixth Elder, it's not that I'm being unreasonable, but your sect's Yu Xiaolie has imprisoned Elder Gu of my Seven Treasures Sect without authorization."

Elder Gu holds a high position in our sect and has an excellent relationship with Uncle Jian. Upon hearing that he had been kidnapped, he was so angry that he tore the roof off.

If I hadn't insisted on persuading you, you probably wouldn't be standing here talking to me right now.

Just then, a deep voice came from above the square:
"Ning Fengzhi, you really aren't as honest as you seem."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Yu Xiaolie had somehow appeared in the center of the square, his black clothes fluttering and his gaze cold.

His appearance was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the arrogant arrogance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and even the sword energy of Sword Douluo was momentarily stunned.

"Dragon God Douluo!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin roared, and nine soul rings rose up from his feet. The phantom of the Seven Kill Sword burst forth with sharp sword energy behind him.

"Let me out, you old man!"

Yu Xiaolie chuckled, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

He gave Ning Fengzhi a chance, but instead of coming to redeem him with the Distraction Control Technique, he brought a large group of people to attack his door.

We gave him a chance for nothing!

"Ning Fengzhi, I waited for you all day, and this is the answer you give me?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi fell silent and subtly hid behind Jian Chenxin.

"Since you don't follow the rules, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Yu Xiaolie's patience was limited, and a terrifying surge of soul power erupted from his body.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red—nine soul rings rose in sequence.

"Wow! Is this spirit ring configuration real?"

"Is this the power of the Dragon God Douluo?"

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has really bitten off more than they can chew this time..."

A gasp erupted from the crowd that surged into the main street of Tiandou City.

The arrogance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School plummeted to rock bottom.

Meanwhile, the teachers and students of Blue Tyrant Academy watched all this with immense pride, and even began to cheer for Yu Xiaolie.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Yu Xiaolie's figure was gradually enveloped in dazzling light.

The next moment, a deafening dragon roar resounded through the sky.

The dragon cub had transformed into a giant golden dragon, spiraling upwards with its wings spread wide, its might soaring so high that even the air trembled.

Upon seeing this, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes blazed with fighting spirit:

"Very well! Today I'll see if your title of Dragon God truly lives up to the rumors!"

"The longsword is drawn!"

With that, Jian Chenxin leaped into the air, his sword energy sweeping across the plaza like a storm, leaving countless cracks in the ground. "Armor of Light!"

The Holy Dragon of Light condensed a golden armor all over its body, its massive dragon form blocking the attack from the side. The sword shadows struck the dragon scale armor, sparking dazzling sparks.

"As smooth as flowing water!" Jian Chenxin's attacks were relentless, and the Seven Kill Sword transformed into a continuous wave of swords. His sword moves were fluid and graceful, and he actually wove an impenetrable sword net around Yu Xiaolie.

"Withdraw!" The sword energy moved with Jian Chenxin's will, gradually shrinking under his control, determined to grind Yu Xiaolie and the Holy Dragon of Light into mincemeat.

"Light and Dragon Dance!"

Centered on the Holy Dragon of Light, a dazzling storm of light erupted, with blazing white radiance sweeping across the land like a tidal wave.

Amidst the storm, countless tiny dragon shadows of light fluttered and circled, formed from pure light energy, their scales and feathers scattering golden light like a divine miracle.

boom--! ! !
A storm suddenly erupted, and all the light dragons roared out along with the spreading halo, instantly shattering the entire sword net.

Jian Chenxin seemed to suffer a backlash, being blasted away and crashing heavily into the distant wall, causing it to collapse instantly.

"Uncle Jian!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed in surprise.

At the same time, a hint of unease flickered in his eyes; he still clearly remembered what happened to Uncle Bone.

Therefore, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School cannot allow even the slightest accident to occur in this battle!

"Uncle Jian! I'm here to help you!"

Ning Fengzhi suddenly shouted, and at the same time hurriedly released the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, "Seven Treasures Spin Out Glazed Tile!"

Immediately, six streams of light were projected onto Jian Chenxin, amplifying his abilities in all aspects.

"Shameless!"

The teachers and students of Blue Tyrant Academy shouted angrily.

"The two Title Douluos are evenly matched, is it time to send in support?"

"Does the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School have no shame?"

Ning Fengzhi's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he no longer cared about saving face. As long as he could save Bone Douluo, he was willing to use any despicable means!

Immediately afterward, Sword Douluo Chen Xin rose from the ruins, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes intensified, and his aura, amplified by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, suddenly rose to a new level:
"Excellent! What a magnificent Dragon God Douluo!"

Yu Xiaolie didn't waste any words with him; the red light of his eighth spirit ring illuminated the entire area.

"Bright Amaterasu!"

A blinding beam of light pierced through the clouds, tore through the air, and descended from the sky.

Jian Chenxin was shocked. He could feel that the power of a 100,000-year-old soul skill was something that only his true martial soul body could withstand.

Without hesitation, the seventh spirit ring suddenly emitted a blinding black light.

In an instant, Sword Douluo merged with the Seven Kill Sword, his entire being becoming like an unparalleled divine weapon, his sword light destroying everything in its path.

boom! ! !
In an instant, the clash of soul skills generated a powerful aftershock that swept outwards.

The two unparalleled experts faced off, their terrifying aura causing the onlookers to unconsciously retreat.

The paving stones on the square were lifted layer by layer, and some Soul Masters with lower cultivation levels even felt difficulty breathing and had to retreat far away to relieve the pressure.

"Evacuate now! Evacuate now!"

The Sixth Elder hurriedly shouted, and together with the other teachers, they released their soul pressure to protect the students as they retreated.

In the air, Chen Xin's voice came from all directions, echoing with a metallic sound:

"Man and sword become one! I am the way of the sword! I slay both gods and demons!"

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.

A massive sword beam that stretched across the heavens and earth appeared out of thin air, as if it were about to split the entire Blue Tyrant Academy in two.

The Holy Dragon of Light let out a long roar, neither dodging nor avoiding, and charged straight at the sword light.

Just then, the giant sword that Sword Douluo had transformed into swung down.

Wherever the sword energy passed, even space itself was severely distorted.

But Yu Xiaolie just smiled calmly when he saw this.

"Jian Chenxin! Aren't you very smug?"

Sword intent? I have that too!
Let me show you the Asura Demon Sword!

In an instant, an ancient, blood-red greatsword was in Yu Xiaolie's left hand.

The world was instantly enveloped in a crimson hue.

The crowd watching from below gasped in surprise!

"Another sword?!"

"Is that the legendary Dragon God Douluo's second martial soul?!"

(End of this chapter)