Douluo: Villain Simulator, Starting with an Iron Sword Martial Soul

Gu Rong said helplessly:

"You come back here right now."

Ning Rongrong was dissatisfied.

"Grandpa Bone!"

Gu Rong sighed.

"Your Grandpa Jian is meeting that kid right now."

"It won't make a difference if you go."

Ning Rongrong bit her lip.

For the first time, she felt that she was too weak.

We're so weak that we can only wait for the outcome here.

So weak that they don't even have the right to interfere with who they want to protect.

She looked down at the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her palm and suddenly whispered:

"I want to cultivate."

Ning Fengzhi was taken aback.

Ning Rongrong raised her head.

"Dad, I want to go to the support training room."

"Today's training will be doubled."

Looking into his daughter's eyes, Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt a mix of emotions.

The Green Vine Hunting Soul Forest had made her grow up a bit.

Today's events involving Lu Changsheng have made her grow up a little more.

This kind of growth is not easy.

But for the future successor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, it may be a necessary experience.

Ning Fengzhi nodded.

"it is good."

...........

the other side.

Inside the Sword Pavilion.

Lu Changsheng gripped the wooden sword, thrusting it out again and again, then stopping each time.

There was no Black Fang thrust.

There is no Shadowstep.

It lacks the original essence of the Vengeful Soul Sword.

Only the most ordinary swords.

prick.

stop.

Close.

Stab again.

Chen Xin stood to the side, watching quietly.

One hundred times.

Two hundred times.

Three hundred times.

Lu Changsheng's wrist began to ache.

Although his soul power was not greatly depleted, his spirit was extremely exhausted.

Because every time you sheathe your sword, you have to suppress the urge to "thrust" out from the bottom of your heart.

By the time he had done it six hundred times, sweat was beading on his forehead.

By the eight hundredth time, he could barely hold the wooden sword.

But Lu Changsheng did not stop.

Chen Xin didn't let him stop.

Until the thousandth time.

Lu Changsheng thrust out his sword, stopping an inch in front of the wooden stake.

The sword tip remained steady, without piercing or trembling.

Seeing this, Chen Xin finally spoke:

"enough."

Lu Changsheng slowly put down the wooden sword, his arm trembling slightly.

Chen Xin looked at him.

"Today, your sword did not kill anyone."

Lu Changsheng said in a low voice:

"Yes."

Chen Xin said:

"Remember this feeling."

"You can have a murderous aura."

"But you can't let your killing intent decide whether or not to draw your sword."

Lu Changsheng remained silent for a moment.

"This disciple has remembered."

The system panel quietly appeared.

[You have been personally subjected to the sword pressure from Sword Douluo Chen Xin.]

You have completed one thousand consecutive sword-sheathing drills.

[The villain's contamination level has decreased.]

[Current villain contamination level: 14%.]

[The stability of the black-gray patterned iron sword has been improved.]

Lu Changsheng looked at the line of text and his heart skipped a beat.

fourteen.

It has decreased.

And it dropped even more than before.

This shows that Chen Xin personally watching him practice swordsmanship was more effective than him suppressing him in seclusion.

Lu Changsheng looked up at Chen Xin. This white-clad sword douluo might really be able to pull him back from the abyss of his villainous life in reality.

Chen Xin suddenly said:

"To be continued tomorrow."

Lu Changsheng bowed and clasped his hands in greeting, saying:

"Yes, Senior Sword Douluo."

By the time he left the Sword Pavilion, it was already dark.

Ning Rongrong was standing on the mountain path in the distance.

She didn't approach the Sword Pavilion, but just watched from afar.

Lu Changsheng paused slightly.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up when she saw him, but she didn't run over.

Clearly, Ning Fengzhi or Gu Rong had already given her instructions.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, then suddenly raised her hand and mouthed a gesture.

"Don't lose."

Lu Changsheng understood; she wasn't asking him to defeat anyone.

Rather, it was to prevent him from losing to his murderous intent.