I've already been given the title of Douluo, and you want me to be reasonable?

Chapter 128: Jian Dao Chen Xin's defense is completely broken

Jian Douluo narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the blood-red Shura Demon Sword floating in the air. Even if it only emitted a faint aura, it made people feel terrified.

"Is this the God-level martial spirit, the Shura Demon Sword?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, a hint of fear in his eyes. After all, the energy generated by a divine spirit was terrifying, and the slightest mistake could cause Uncle Jian's soul to be shattered.

Lin Yuan pointed his finger diagonally at the sky, and the surging energy continued to spread out in all directions like a raging storm. Wherever it passed, the air became distorted at this moment, and even the void on both sides was instantly shattered at this moment.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Shura's True Body."

As Lin Yuan's voice suddenly rang out, a blood-red giant a hundred meters tall suddenly appeared behind him. The giant was obviously an enlarged version of Lin Yuan, and even the Shura Demon Sword had been infinitely magnified.

"cut!"

Lin Yuan suddenly swung the Shura Demon Sword in his hand, and the shadow behind him also followed his movements and slammed into the eighth soul skill released by the Sword Douluo in front of him.

At the same time as the two collided, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the aura like the end of the world sent all the strong men from the Spirit Hall flying backwards.

Everyone showed a hint of endless shock at this moment. What kind of battle between powerful men could actually erupt such a world-destroying energy wave.

Because the energy of the two is too strong, even if they collide together, there is no sign of retreat, and they are still rubbing and advancing at this moment.

The space that had just rioted was surprisingly calm this time, but it was not quiet, but the power of the two people directly suppressed all the creatures in the space, including the breeze and fallen leaves.

Looking at the tremendous energy erupting before his eyes, Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, was forced to step back and keep a safe distance from the two people.

"The way of the sword lies in the heart. Today I want to see whether your Shura Demon Sword is more powerful or my Seven Killing Sword Martial Spirit is superior!"

Jian Douluo's eyes turned azure blue, and his fingers danced rapidly. At the same time, countless azure blue phantoms of the Seven Killing Swords suddenly appeared in the sky.

Lin Yuan's expression remained calm. He looked up at the humming sword in the air and said with a smile, "Although the way of the sword is said to exist in the heart, you may have forgotten that what a sword cultivator comprehends is not the sword, but the mind."

"meaning?"

Jian Douluo frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Let me show you what the true pinnacle of swordsmanship is."

Lin Yuan did not continue to talk nonsense this time, but put away his seventh soul skill, the martial soul's true body. At this moment, his pupils instantly turned blood red.

At the same time, in the palm of his left hand, a weapon similar to the Shura Demon Sword appeared.

"This is... Shura Sword Intent!"

Jian Douluo took a deep breath, unable to believe that Lin Yuan could actually practice the way of the sword to such a level.

He studied hard for decades but was unable to comprehend the sword intent of the martial soul. However, he did not expect that Lin Yuan, who was only in his twenties, could actually comprehend the Shura sword intent!

You must know that the sword intent comes from the heart. Only those with a firm mind can gain enlightenment from it. If there is even the slightest mistake, the sword intent cannot be condensed.

Back then, Jian Douluo's father had reached the peak of level ninety-seven and had chosen to comprehend the sword intent of his martial soul. However, due to his own weakness and the instability of his swordsmanship, he could only condense a semi-finished sword intent, the power of which was far inferior.

Lin Yuan thrust his sword intent forward, and the martial spirit condensed by Jian Douluo instantly transformed into blood red, and turned his body uncontrollably, aiming directly at Jian Dao Chen Xin in front of him.

Jian Douluo looked at the scene before him, lowered his head in disappointment, and admitted defeat: "I... I lost."

Lin Yuan waved his right hand forward, and the sword shadow in the air disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"The way of the sword is not as simple as you think, nor is it as complicated as you imagine. As long as you can comprehend it, you will definitely break through to the 97th level of Titled Douluo."

Lin Yuan put away his martial spirit, looked at the space here, turned around and walked away, and then slowly disappeared like a ghost.
"Chen Xin, remember what I said. If you insist on swordsmanship, you might as well try another method. If you only get the form but not the spirit, it will be in vain in the end." A faint voice lingered quietly in the forest for a long time.

After hearing Lin Yuan's reminder, Jian Douluo knelt on the ground, looking at his old hands, and actually shed tears at this moment.

"I, Jiandao Chenxin, have wielded the sword countless times in my life, and I pride myself on being the unrivaled swordsman. It's ridiculous that in the end, I was surpassed by a junior, who even taught me how to use sword intent. How pathetic, truly pathetic, hahahaha..."

Listening to Uncle Jian's sad voice, Ning Fengzhi was about to step forward, but was grabbed by the shoulder by the Bone Douluo Gu Rong who suddenly appeared and shook his head towards him.

Gu Rong could clearly feel Chen Xin's cry of grief, and he did not expect that this battle would make him so heartbroken. This is the moment when he can no longer improve even a little bit after reaching the peak of the sword path.

This kind of thing actually happened.

...............

Tiandou Empire, Tiandou Royal Academy.

In the quiet room.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, blood-red energy constantly surging around him, and as he breathed, it merged into his body, helping Lin Yuan recover the soul power consumed in the previous battle.

Ye Lingling bit her lower lip lightly, looked at Canglong beside her for discussion, and asked, "The sword sound just now was Teacher's martial spirit, right? Could it be that Teacher is fighting with someone else again?"

Shang Que nodded and said with a wry smile, "That's just the Master's personality, but it's fine this way. As long as he can keep fighting, the Master will be able to absorb the energy generated during the battle and use it to break through the ninety-seventh level of the Titled Douluo realm."

"Ninety-seventh-level Titled Douluo..."

Ye Lingling murmured to herself, then looked at the room again, her star-like eyes showing a hint of solemnity.

If he could break through to the Titled Douluo realm, perhaps his teacher would not have been injured.

Shang Que held one hand behind his back, looked at the room in front of him, and said quietly: "Lingling, you should go back and rest first. The master will recover his soul power tomorrow."

Ye Lingling shook her head. She planned to wait for the teacher here. As for sleeping, she was not sleepy at all. It would be better for her to stay at the teacher's door so that he would feel at ease.

"Teacher, you must be well."

(End of this chapter)