Douluo Continent: The Butterfly, Starting from the Authority of Death

Chapter 87 Xia Die VS Ji Juechen

"You are no match for me."

Ji Juechen's voice was clear and cold, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty.

An aura of solitude and aloofness permeated the air.

The moment those words were spoken, all three, including Xia Die, were momentarily stunned.

Young man, are you that brave?

Standing next to Ji Juechen, Jing Hongchen couldn't help but glance at Ji Juechen again.

You say you're no match for a powerful figure who can teleport through space with a flick of the wrist and access the memories of those with titles?

No, you're that strong.

So what am I?

A roadside stall?

Even if Xia Die's teacher has some special treasures supporting her, her own strength is definitely not simple.

Jing Hongchen, whose spiritual sea of ​​consciousness was easily destroyed by Xia Die, could not say much due to the restrictions, but he genuinely did not think Ji Juechen could win.

Jing Hongchen forced a smile and said, "Ahem~ Miss Xia Die, the child is just being silly, please don't take it to heart!"

Xia Die chuckled: "Master of the Red Dust Hall, it seems I'm not that old either."

Yes, she's definitely not pretending to be young; this body is actually quite young.

Jing Hongchen's lips twitched, and Xia Die continued, "My soul power is not as good as Mr. Ji Juechen's, but a battle is not just about soul power."

Purple energy gathered in his palm, and a one-handed longsword appeared in his right hand.

The longsword is dark purple in color, and its blade is slightly twisted and meandering, resembling a crescent moon or the skeletal structure of some strange creature.

After the weapon appeared, Xia Die's calm aura gradually turned cold.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Wang Xian'er asked in surprise.

Xia Die's weapon is a scythe. After spending so much time together, she really didn't know that Xia Die could also use a sword.

A subtle sword aura swirled around him.

With 200 years of experience, Wang Xian'er had seen many sword-wielding Soul Masters and could tell that Xia Die's faint aura fluctuations did not resemble those of a beginner.

"This feels so familiar!" Xia Die gently shook the purplish-black longsword, and she subconsciously conjured it up.

Black Evil, the Fire Thief.

How could someone who has died more than 30 million times from the same type of sword not be familiar with it?

That being said, every encounter with that guy was never a pleasant memory.

Xia Die placed the jet-black sword, which was the size of her own, horizontally in front of her.

A faint sword intent emanated from it.

Death, loneliness, destruction —

Jing Hongchen and Wang Xian'er both subconsciously took a few steps back. The suffocating feeling seemed to be more than just the feeling of death.

Instead, it is accompanied by chaos and destruction as life passes away.

More than 30 million close encounters with death feel like yesterday.

Although the sword in her hand was only a simulation, her understanding of swordsmanship was something that even Bai E, who inherited all the memories of reincarnation, might not be able to match.

Inheriting memories is one thing, but fighting and experiencing them firsthand is another.

The ethereal beauty of the butterfly quickly faded, leaving only a quiet aura surrounding the sword, and the suffocating pressure slowly dissipated.

"Hu Yi"

Wang Xian'er's expression was one of utter shock.

That's not the element of death, but something deeper, something more profound than death itself.

Even the artistic conception alone can influence a Title Douluo.

Wang Xian'er felt a chill run down her spine; just how much more was Xia Die hiding?

On the other side, Jing Hongchen unconsciously wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Unlike Wang Xian'er, Jing Hongchen is only a level 93 Title Douluo and not a swordsman, so he doesn't know much about the concept of artistic conception and can only categorize it as a domain at most.

"Incredible!" Jing Hongchen exclaimed.

At this moment, Ji Juechen stood opposite Xia Die after the waves had subsided.

He had already subconsciously activated his martial spirit long ago.

Four soul rings, one yellow and one purple, were attached to the extraterrestrial meteorite in his hand.

As a swordsman who had immersed himself in arduous training for ten years, he vaguely sensed something. But it also seemed like he understood nothing at all.

"Your Excellency, please begin your dance!" Xia Die gently swung her longsword.

The sword energy ripped through the void, slashing out head-on.

The sword energy wasn't strong, but it seemed to possess a sharpness capable of penetrating everything.

"not good!"

Ji Juechen's expression suddenly changed.

The four spirit rings shimmered and sparkled like ripples on water.

He gripped the sword with both hands, the blade gleaming, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and then slashed upwards.

"laugh"

Ji Juechen took several steps back, and the sword energy that came towards him was cut off by the sword in his hand.

But that cold, lonely feeling was transmitted to him the moment he came into contact with the sword energy, causing Ji Juechen to lose his senses.

"Sir, it's not good to be distracted during battle." A gentle voice rang in his ear without warning.

Ji Juechen's pupils contracted.

Almost instinctively, he suddenly slashed out with his longsword.

"laugh""

The sharp sword light tore through the air.

The sharp blade grazed Xia Die's nose, and the violent sword energy exploded to both sides, producing a piercing sonic boom.

The sword strike missed its mark.

Just as the sword's edge swept past, Xia Die leaned back slightly, like a feather blown by the wind, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Xia Die lightly touched the ground with her toes and cut in through the gap left by Ji Juechen's sword swing.

The purplish-black sword drew a chilling arc, slashing towards Ji Juechen's shoulder.

A sense of crisis instantly erupted.

Ji Juechen felt a chill run down his spine.

The first, second, third, and fourth spirit rings lit up almost simultaneously.

"when"

The deafening clang of metal echoed all around.

Sparks flew everywhere, and shockwaves spread in all directions, forcing Ji Juechen back more than ten meters.

With each step back, a deep footprint is left on the ground.

He barely managed to regain his balance after crashing through several bricks.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, the blade held horizontally to his shoulders.

And on that sword's edge, the purplish-black sword lay silently pressing down.

It was so heavy it was suffocating.

It was a dual oppression of the spirit and soul.

Your mind is in turmoil.

The sound of a butterfly rang out.

A dark light shone from the blackest sword.

Soul power.

No, it's not just soul power.

Ji Juechen's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had grasped something.

The dazzling purple light then engulfed everything.

Ji Juechen let out a muffled groan and flew backward like a cannonball.

"boom"

The solid wall burst open with large cracks, and Ji Juechen seemed to be embedded in them.

"Cough cough————"

He struggled to his feet, a trickle of blood slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth, staring intently at the black sword in Xia Die's hand.

"I see, you've integrated your spiritual power into your swordplay."

I finally understand why I felt inexplicably suppressed during the battle; it was actually the combined use of mental and soul power.

"I didn't intentionally use my mental power!" As Xia Die slowly raised the black sword, her leisurely voice rang out at this moment.

A dark purple light suddenly spread.

"If we really use it, it will turn out like this."

"Domain: The Lost Underworld".

The world seemed to lose its color, the light dimmed rapidly, and the once quiet and peaceful sky had vanished without a trace.

Ji Juechen's body stiffened abruptly.

He was horrified to discover that the flow of his soul power was slowing down and his mental power was being constantly suppressed, as if the entire world was standing against him.

"Clang!"

A faint sword hum rang out, the sound was very soft, yet it sent a chill down Ji Juechen's spine.

A long, purple sword was held against Ji Juechen's neck, its cold blade brushing against his skin, sending chills down his spine.

"You flatter me, sir."

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