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

Lu Changsheng remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Ning Rongrong then smiled slightly and turned to leave.

A night breeze blew by.

Lu Changsheng stood outside the Sword Pavilion, his wooden sword still in his hand.

He looked down at the wooden sword.

ordinary.

Fragile.

It lacks sharpness.

But today, it is more important than the black and gray patterned iron sword.

Because this wooden sword was reminding him:

Sometimes, a sword that can kill isn't strong enough.

A sword that can kill without being driven by murderous intent is truly difficult to make.

Chapter 58: The murderous aura spirals out of control again?

For the next three days, Lu Changsheng practiced his sword at the Sword Pavilion.

He did not use his martial spirit, but only a wooden sword.

prick.

stop.

Close.

One thousand times a day.

Chen Xin stood aside, watching him repeatedly stop the tip of his sword an inch in front of the wooden stake.

At first, Lu Changsheng's sword would tremble.

By the third day, his swordsmanship had become much more stable.

But Chenxin still didn't say yes.

Because he could tell that Lu Changsheng had only suppressed the murderous aura, not completely eliminated it. Murderous aura is like fire; it can be used, but it can also burn you.

It will reignite once the right winds come.

And this wind came very quickly.

At dusk.

Beside the martial arts training ground in the outer courtyard, a servant with his head down carried a new wooden stake for practicing swordsmanship into the small courtyard where Lu Changsheng usually practiced.

The wooden stake appeared normal on the outside.

The wood grain is slightly darker than that of ordinary wooden stakes, and it carries a very faint fishy smell.

Not long after the servant left, Wei Xuan stood in the shadows at a distance, giving the small courtyard a cold look. In his palm, a black jade clasp turned gently.

"Able to suppress a murderous aura once."

"I'd like to see if you can hold back a second time."

This wooden stake has clearly been tampered with.

Inside was a tiny, mechanical iron needle.

The iron needles were coated with a powder called "Scent of Resentful Blood".

This substance isn't a true poison, but it can stimulate the cold, yin essence within a martial soul, causing the soul master to instantly generate an extremely strong crisis response.

It's not very useful for ordinary Soul Masters, but for someone like Lu Changsheng, whose sword already has black and gray patterns, it's like pouring oil on Mars.

Wei Xuan did not expect this thing to kill anyone.

All he wanted was for Lu Changsheng to lose control again.

At the same time, a maidservant rushed up to Ning Rongrong.

"Miss Rongrong."

"It seems Lu Changsheng has been punished again."

Ning Rongrong was meditating in the auxiliary training room when she heard this and immediately opened her eyes.

"what?"

The maid whispered:

"I heard from people in the outer courtyard that he was taken away by Deacon Zhao to practice swordsmanship alone again today."

"They also said...the sect leader might send him to the interrogation hall."

Ning Rongrong's expression changed.

"Who said that?"

The little maid stammered:

"I heard it from someone else."

Ning Rongrong immediately stood up.

"No, I have to go and see."

She didn't notice the hint of panic that flashed in the maid's eyes when she lowered her head.

Inside the small courtyard of the outer campus.

Lu Changsheng was practicing his sword. Zhao Yuanshan had been transferred to the Green Vine Hunting Soul Forest today, and Chen Xin was not by his side either. For the time being, only Lu Changsheng was here.

The wooden sword thrust out.

Stop.

Retracted.

Stab again.

Three consecutive days of high-intensity sword-retrieval training have made Lu Changsheng's mind much more stable than before.

But as he approached the new wooden stake, a very subtle tremor suddenly emanated from the depths of the black and gray patterned iron sword.

Seeing this, Lu Changsheng frowned slightly and thought to himself:

“No, there’s something wrong with this wooden stake.”

Just as he was about to stop and inspect, a very faint mechanical sound suddenly came from inside the wooden stake.

Click.

The next instant, a black iron needle as thin as a cow's hair suddenly shot out from the side of the wooden stake.

The target was not his weakness.

But it just grazed his wrist.

In that instant, the aura of the Blood of Resentment exploded.

It was cold, fishy, ​​and sweet, and carried with it a deep sense of resentment.

Lu Changsheng's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had returned to the Blood Battle Arena of the Vengeful Souls Academy.

It was as if I could see the ghostly figure of Guiyingluo rushing up from behind again.

It was as if I could see again the Holy Spirit Church's underground cave, where the children devoured each other in the darkness.

Just then, footsteps came from behind.

It was very light, but stimulated by the scent of resentful blood, his killing instincts misjudged the footsteps as the approach of an enemy.

Lu Changsheng suddenly turned around, and the black and gray patterned iron sword uncontrollably appeared in his palm.

The black lines lit up, and the gray lines also lit up.

A cold red glint appeared in his eyes once more.

The person standing at the door was Ning Rongrong, who had just arrived.

Ning Rongrong wanted to call out to him.

But as soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw Lu Changsheng turn around.

For a moment, she froze.

Because of Lu Changsheng's gaze, he didn't recognize her.

That wasn't the way he usually looked at her.

It wasn't indifference, helplessness, or the calmness that came when she occasionally made me laugh.

It was killing intent—pure killing intent.

“Lu Changsheng…”