Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 58 (Part 56) - Sword Maniac Ji Juechen vs. Sword Daoist Chen Xin (Part 2)

The square in front of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School's mountain gate.

The invisible sword domain, like a physical cage, enveloped the entire plaza.

The air was shredded into countless fragments, emitting a teeth-grinding hiss. On the ground, the crisscrossing sword marks were bottomless, and the hard bluestone was easily sliced ​​open like tofu.

Two figures, like two startling swans tearing through the heavens and earth, collided wildly at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive in the center of the sword domain!

"Ding! Ding!"

"Ding! Ding—!!!"

The dense, metallic clanging sounds, exceeding the limits of hearing, merged into a sharp, piercing noise that would shatter eardrums!
Each collision unleashed a visible ring of sword energy shockwaves, spreading out like ripples of death, crashing violently against the invisible sword domain barrier erected by Chen Xin, stirring up intense energy ripples!

Ji Juechen!
His posture was as sturdy as a pine tree, his simple clothes fluttering in the raging storm of sword energy. Seven dazzling soul rings surrounded him: yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

This spirit ring configuration, especially those four profound ten-thousand-year spirit rings, is truly astonishing!

Surprisingly, he did not unleash the light of any of his soul skills from beginning to end!
His movements consist of only the most basic thrusting, chopping, flicking, wiping, and pointing!

Each sword strike is simple to the extreme, yet fast, accurate, and ruthless to an appalling degree!
His eyes were fixed on nothing but the ancient longsword in his hand and the Seven Kill Sword opposite him that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and earth!
His sword intent was pure!
Extreme!

It abandons all frills and external things, pursuing only the will to cut, to be sharp, and to pursue the essence of the "sword"!
Each thrust of the sword carries a terrifying penetrating power that pierces through illusion and strikes directly at the core!

Chen Xin pointed his fingers like a sword, and the condensed Seven Kill Sword Qi swept across the battlefield like a net, blocking all of Ji Juechen's attack routes.

However, Ji Juechen's sword could always pierce the weakest and most imperceptible "node" of the sword energy network with an almost impossible angle, just like a master butcher dissecting an ox, tearing it apart!

His sword techniques have no name and no soul skill enhancement, yet they are more effective and deadly than any soul skill!

"Such pure swordsmanship!"

"What terrifying insight!" Chen Xin's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his heart filled with turbulent waves. He had been obsessed with the sword all his life, and had never seen anyone use the most basic sword techniques to such a masterful level!

A Soul Saint was able to hold out for so long in his vast sword domain without being at a disadvantage, relying solely on his swordsmanship and sword intent!
This completely overturned his understanding!

"Hmph!" Chen Xin finally became serious. He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the Seven Kill Sword, pure white and exuding a terrifying aura of killing intent, instantly appeared in his hand!

"Third Soul Skill: As Smooth as Flowing Water!"

The Seven Kill Sword traced a mysterious trajectory, and the space around the sword seemed to be smoothed out, forming a strange "Sword Stillness Domain"!
In this area, the sword energy is as sticky as glue, which can greatly slow down and wear down the enemy's attacks!
Ji Juechen's sword, as swift and cunning as a viper's tongue, pierced into this quiet area. Its speed decreased sharply, and its fierce sword momentum was visibly weakened!

"Break!" Ji Juechen's eyes burned with fighting spirit as he shouted. He didn't use his spirit rings; instead, his wrist vibrated rapidly at a strange frequency!
The ancient longsword in his hand then emitted a high-frequency hum!

The pure sword intent condensed at the tip of the sword erupted instantly, like the sharpest drill bit, tearing a crack in that viscous "quiet domain"!
Although the sword light was weakened, it still stubbornly pierced towards Chen Xin!

Chen Xin's wrist trembled slightly, and the Seven Kill Sword tapped lightly.

clang!
Ji Juechen and his sword were sent flying by an overwhelming force. He tumbled several times in the air before barely landing, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

But the light in his eyes was even more intense, like a burning star!
"it is good!"

"What a sword prodigy!" Chen Xin exclaimed, his voice tinged with admiration. "Unfortunately, the difference in soul power is ultimately an insurmountable chasm!" "Take this sword strike—Fifth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!"

The Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's hand shone brightly!
The fifth spirit ring shone with a black light!

In an instant, countless Seven Kill Swords, formed from pure soul power and sword energy, appeared out of thin air throughout the entire Sword Domain!
Densely packed, blocking out the sky and the sun!
Each one exudes an incomparably sharp and deadly aura!
With a flick of Chen Xin's sword finger, the ten thousand sword energies, like a torrent of steel, surged toward Ji Juechen with an aura of annihilation!

The space was cut into pieces!

"Heavens!" At the mountain gate, the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School who rushed over upon hearing the news were dumbfounded and exclaimed in surprise.

In their eyes, this earth-shattering sword strike was enough to shred any being below the Title Douluo level into dust!
The edge of the square.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, had already arrived, their expressions solemn.

Also watching the battle alongside them was the newly arrived Crown Prince of Tiandou, Xue Qinghe!

He was dressed in casual clothes and appeared gentle and refined, but a look of surprise and uncertainty flickered deep in his icy blue eyes.

He had come to visit his teacher Ning Fengzhi, but he happened to stumble upon this earth-shattering duel!
"Teacher, what is this...?" Xue Qinghe's voice was filled with just the right amount of shock.

"Ling Han, the young master of the Beast God Pavilion, along with Ji Juechen, the master of the 'Breaking Edge Hall,' have come to challenge Uncle Sword and test their swordsmanship," Ning Fengzhi said in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the arena.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong interjected, his voice filled with disbelief: "A Soul Saint!"

"How could someone fight the old swordsman to this extent with just basic swordsmanship and sword intent?!"

"monster!"

"The Beast God Pavilion is full of monsters!"

Xue Qinghe's gaze quickly swept across the entire room.

He saw the long-haired, ice-blue boy standing indifferently at the edge of the battlefield with his hands behind his back, and the stunningly beautiful girl beside Ling Han with pink and blue butterfly wings, nervously clenching her small fists, radiating a pure and luminous aura.

What alarmed him even more was that when his gaze unconsciously swept across the sky—a throbbing from the depths of his blood and a chilling warning instantly seized him!

Just above the square, hundreds of meters above the ground at the edge of the clouds, a very blurry, almost blending-into-space golden-red figure floated silently!

Her aura was concealed to the extreme. If Xue Qinghe hadn't possessed a top-tier angelic martial soul and had an extremely keen perception of energy and pressure, he would have been almost unable to detect her!

But it is precisely this extreme restraint that reveals an even more despairing terror!
The sheer power of this force caused even the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul within Xue Qinghe to tremble instinctively and feel a sense of dread!
This is no ordinary Super Douluo!

Its very existence is a huge threat and variable to his plans!

"Above the sky..." Xue Qinghe's heart was filled with turmoil, but his face remained calm, only slightly furrowing his brows, as if he was also attracted by the fierce battle in the arena. However, his peripheral vision was fixed on that blurry golden-red figure. "Is this... the real reliance that the Beast God Pavilion dares to act in this way?"

"This aura... is even more... terrifying than Grandpa Golden Crocodile's!"

(End of this chapter)