Ronin from Douluo

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"Mo Xiao, is this Sword Master you are talking about very strong?" Zeng Yi looked at the excited Mo Xiao next to him and asked curiously.

"Of course! For a person who can hold the title of Sword Master, it is not a question of whether he is strong or not, he is that kind of powerful that is difficult to describe in words!"

Hearing this, Zeng Yi frowned, touched his chin with one hand, and began to think.

"Is it unspeakably powerful?"

"That's right! Those who can be called sword masters are definitely those who stand at the top of the soul master realm!"

"Title Douluo?" Zeng Yi looked at Mo Xiao who was standing aside in confusion.

Mo Xiao shook his head, nodded again, and said: "This statement is both correct and incorrect. How to say it? A Sword Saint must be a Titled Douluo, but a Titled Douluo is not necessarily a Sword Saint."

After hearing what he said, Zeng Yi's eyes couldn't help but shrink, and he was very surprised.

If even a titled Douluo cannot serve as a Sword Master, then how strong is a person who can hold the title of Sword Master?

Mo Xiao continued: "The person who can be awarded the title of Sword Saint by the Sword God Palace is definitely a master of swordsmanship with swordsmanship and divine ability. Coupled with the powerful realm of strength, he must be the best among titled Douluo! Moreover, being

There are nine people in total who have been given the title of Sword Saint by the Sword God Palace!

The nine sword masters are the guardians of the Sword God Palace, and their powerful strength is known as the Nine Swords in the World!"

As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but show admiration and reverence.

"Nine swords in the world?"

Hearing this, Zeng Yi couldn't help but murmur, thinking to himself, this name is really extremely arrogant! It represents the nine strongest swordsmen in the world.

But how big is this world? Zeng Yi doesn’t know.

However, if every Sword Master, as Mo Xiao said, had the best soul power among the titled Douluo, they would really be able to hold this title.

On the surface alone, there are nine powerful Titled Douluo. So, what about those Titled Douluo who are not strong enough and do not have the title of Sword Saint? How many are there in the Sword God Palace?

When Zeng Yi thought about it, he couldn't help but take a breath of air. He couldn't imagine how powerful the Sword God Palace that ruled the entire Dongli was.

You must know that every soul master who can practice to the realm of title is unique, let alone a soul master who has the qualifications to become a sword master.

Just by imagining, I can already feel the terrifying strength of this Sword God Palace, which can give me an endless sense of oppression.

"But, how do you know? Have you been to Sword God Palace?" Zeng Yi asked.

Mo Xiao couldn't help scratching his head with a smile and said: "No way, I would like to go to the Sword God Palace to visit. With my talent, it is no problem to be an ordinary disciple. But, I am the heir of the gym.

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As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh, but his eyes revealed an extremely longing for him.

"I heard these things from my sister. After all, she has been practicing in the Sword God Palace for several years, and she is also one of the Sword Sects. You know, there are a total of twelve people who have been given the title of Sword Sect by the Sword God Palace, and this

The fact that twelve people can be called Sword Masters means that they have the potential to become Sword Masters in the future!

And I am one of them, hahaha! Maybe, maybe, I will be the Sword Master in the future!"

Mo Xiao told Zeng Yi about his sister Mo Xin's situation, and he couldn't help but puff up his chest with pride.

"I didn't expect that she is so powerful!" Zeng Yi smiled slightly and couldn't help but admire.

Hearing Mo Xiao talk about the Sword God Palace, this mysterious and powerful place, and the holy land of swordsmanship, made Zeng Yi yearn for this place very much.

Although Zeng Yi couldn't quite remember what happened in the past, he was certain that his passion for swordsmanship had never changed.

The kendo practice and spirit engraved in the bones, even if the memory is lost and the self is forgotten, the instinct engraved in the bones will never change.

In the past six months, he has been practicing swordsmanship almost every day. He has been practicing swordsmanship. Zeng Yi can feel that when he practices swordsmanship, he is happy from the bottom of his heart.

However, the kendo that I pursue is not only about satisfaction and my own happiness.

He has even greater ambitions!

Pursue the strongest!

Yes, Zeng Yi wants to keep moving forward along the way of swordsmanship, even if he doesn’t know what the scenery is at the end, but he must keep moving forward.

At this moment, Zeng Yi couldn't help but think of a sentence.

It seems like what a girl said to herself.

She wants herself to keep getting stronger!

Therefore, when he heard about the Sword God Palace and the sword master with powerful swordsmanship and divine swordsmanship, the long-buried excitement in Zeng Yi's heart arose unconsciously.

Regarding his own strength, Zeng Yi wasn't quite sure what it was.

However, his sister Mo Xin, whom Mo Xiao said was the strongest kendo girl of her age and a genius soul master, was very weak in his own eyes.

Zeng Yi was certain that if he fought Mo Xin, one of the Twelve Sword Sects of the Sword God Palace, he could make her lose the ability to fight in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, Zeng Yi was unable to evaluate his own strength and where his limit was.

However, when he heard that there was a Sword Master above the Sword Sect, Zeng Yi became excited.

Maybe, I can fight the Sword Master!

Zeng Yi has this kind of intuition, and this is not to prove that he has the strength of a sword master. But, in order to become more diligent in the way of swordsmanship, in order to constantly surpass, break through himself, and become the strongest.

Then he must fight and challenge!

Otherwise, who knows who's swordsmanship and strength are more powerful between himself and others?

Therefore, you have to prove yourself and prove that you are a stronger person!

"Sword God Palace? It really feels like going to this holy land of swordsmanship." After confirming his thoughts, Zeng Yi couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes showed the long-lost excitement.

However, Mo Xiao on the side could not understand the meaning of Zeng Yi's words. He looked at Zeng Yi and smiled: "Brother Lang, do you also want to visit the Sword God Palace? I think there is no problem. After all, you

Your swordsmanship is so powerful, I feel like even my sister is no match for you."

Hearing this, Zeng Yi couldn't help but reached out and patted Mo Xiao on the head, and said with a smile: "If your sister hears what you said, I'm afraid she'll get another beating."

Mo Xiao said: "It's okay, let's talk in private, she can't hear it. By the way, Brother Lang, your swordsmanship is so strong, maybe you were from the Sword God Palace before!"

"How is that possible? Otherwise, how could your sister not know who I am?"

"That's right! But don't worry, Brother Lang, you are so strong, you will definitely have no problem going to the Sword God Palace. And, no matter what happens, there is my sister! She can definitely help you with this!

When the time comes, let’s go together! I’ve always dreamed of going to the Sword God Palace to take a look!”

"Haha, there will be a chance."

Under the fiery red sunset, the two chatted and laughed, standing side by side. On the way home, their shadows stretched very long.

After the two returned to the dojo, they passed by the dojo and saw Mo Xin, wearing a white martial arts uniform, sitting cross-legged in the dojo, holding a white cloth in one hand and wiping a bright silver sharp blade.

When Mo Xin heard the movement, she couldn't help but raise her eyes and looked around, seeing the two people walking into the door.

"Why did you come back so late?"

When Zeng Yi and Mo Xiao heard the cold questioning, their bodies stiffened and their footsteps stopped in place.

The two looked at each other with a little embarrassment on their faces.

"Well, we went to visit the market on the way." Mo Xiao said with a smile.

In fact, because the Spring Festival was coming soon, the atmosphere in the town was already there, and Zeng Yi was curious, so Mo Xiao took Zeng Yi to experience it, so he delayed some time. When he got home, it was completely dark.

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After hearing this, Mo Xin glared at Mo Xiao who was laughing dryly. Then he glanced at Zeng Yi beside him and couldn't help but sigh.

"The spring festival is coming soon. Don't wander outside at night, be careful of evil spirits coming."

Mo Xiao nodded quickly and replied: "I know, I know, I won't do it again in the future."

"Well, I'm going to cook first." Zeng Yi realized something was not good, so he quickly abandoned Mo Xiao and walked toward the kitchen with the ingredients.

When I left, there was still a doubt in my mind.

Evil?

What is that?