The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

The two of them came to the Soul Fighting Platform chatting and laughing. Mo Wen asked the dean to clear an area, and specifically asked Chen Xin if students could watch the ceremony. After receiving a positive reply, hundreds of teachers and students from Lanba Academy all came to the Soul Fighting Platform. Soul Field watched this duel, and even Liu Erlong walked out of the forest.

After preparing for a while, the time came to noon. The students sat around and looked at the two people standing on the stone platform with a diameter of [-] meters. Their eyes were full of passion. The competition between strong men was earned when they saw it.

"The chief's magnanimity is really extraordinary. Facing a peerless master like Sword Douluo, his momentum was not suppressed. He is indeed a role model for us." Yang Lin, who was sitting in the audience wearing a white school uniform with black borders, highly praised Mo Wen. , after all, this is the reason why he came to this school. Being accepted as a disciple is really a blessing in this life.

"Tch." Tai Lung, who was sitting not far away, pinched his nose and expressed disdain. As the most problematic student of Lanba Academy, he never gave up any opportunity to belittle Mo Wen. He got up at five o'clock every day and treated the students as livestock? If his grandfather hadn't thrown a hammer at him and killed him, he wouldn't have gone to school. "Sword Douluo, as a peerless strong man, Mo Wen must have lost. I really don't know what the value is. With this skill, I might as well Get some sleep.”

"Then we were gesticulating."

A cold voice came from behind Tai Long, which frightened Tai Long. He muttered in a low voice, "Didn't I just tell you about your teacher? They are all students and I haven't seen him reading in the morning. One is Du Qianqiu, the other is Yang Lin, I will teach you a lesson when I am promoted to Soul Lord, and then I will seize the title of college chief and lead the students to overthrow the morning class."

"You can't do it."

Du Qianqiu's cold voice came over again, and Tai Long didn't dare to think about it. A martial spirit was his freak, and his ears were too sensitive.

Other students also expressed their opinions on this sword discussion, and the teachers also gathered together to express their opinions.

"Although Mo Wen is determined by his talent and is the number one genius in the mainland, he may not be able to please a master like Sword Douluo who has been obsessed with swordsmanship for nearly a hundred years." These were the words of the tool man's teaching director.

"You can't say that. Mo Wen is not only diligent and studious, but also has his own unique insights into the way of swordsmanship. If Sword Douluo discusses swordsmanship with him, he will definitely suppress his own cultivation to the realm of soul master. Mo Wen can't stand the way of swordsmanship. He is said to be the greatest genius of all time, no matter he wins or loses, he will have some insights." These were the words of the Vice Dean of the Soul Emperor who often competed with Mo Wen.

The effect of quality education is quite good. People on the viewing platform all talked in low voices, without causing a buzzing sound in this wide venue. The class teachers also ran to Liu Erlong to report the progress.

"Quiet." Seeing that everyone was gathered, Liu Erlong interrupted the teachers and students who were expressing their opinions. He stood up and looked around to see that everyone had stopped talking before continuing, "Today, the chief of the academy has the honor to accept Sword Douluo. After your Majesty's instructions, all the teachers and students read it attentively. After that, no one submitted a review, which was more than a thousand words. I will give it to the monitor tomorrow morning and I will personally check it. Not to mention the use of soul power by a master like Sword Douluo. , Chief’s is enough for you to study for decades.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson flame ignited on his fingertips, he lit a slender incense stick and inserted it into the edge of the ring with a snap of his fingers.

When Tai Long in the stands heard his reaction, his old face collapsed. Looking at Mo Wen on the stage, his heart became even crueler.

If we were to say that the person who had the most confidence in Mo Wen, apart from some crazy little fans, it was Liu Erlong. For the past five years, she had been getting up at dawn every day to practice swordplay. The reward of his sweat and energy is his superb martial arts. There is no genius, he just works harder than others.

Even if Mo Wen's sword heart didn't condense, neither did Sword Douluo. After this sword discussion, both of them would definitely have a breakthrough.With such a confidant in the art of swordsmanship, he can be regarded as being cared for in the Qibao Glazed Sect, and his journey of practice will be smooth.

What's more, in addition to swordsmanship, Mo Wen also has various martial arts, body skills, boxing skills, and an understanding of the acupuncture points of the human body, which allows him to have some combat prowess beyond the level at the age of 11, and also has extremely high control over his body. high.

On the stage, the two of them were ten meters apart. Chen Xin was holding the Seven Kill Sword, his eyes were piercing, and his body was condensed with determination, shaking away the dust under his feet. Luo. I will discuss swordsmanship with you today, and I will suppress my soul power in Soul Master. I hope my little friend can give me some advice."

"Mo Wen, martial soul Mo Mei, level 33 offensive weapon soul master." Holding Mo Mei behind his back, Mo Wen did not salute this time. His aura was restrained, as if melting between heaven and earth, "I met the elder today. It’s really the boy’s luck, please give me some advice from Elder Wangchenxin.”

No one shouted to start, and neither of them released their soul rings. They were just communicating with swordsmen.

"Ka." Mo Wen made the first move, crushing the stone bricks on the ground with his toes, and flew over like a cannonball. The dark eyebrows and black sword energy in his hands rose, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Chen Xin, with his dark eyebrows stretched out. Down.

"Ding!" Mo Mei collided with Qisha, the ink sword energy and the invisible sword energy collided, and the clothes on the two of them automatically moved without wind.

The people in the audience couldn't help but exclaim. If this hand was used on him, the Soul King couldn't guarantee that he could avoid it. He could only rely on his own physical fitness to resist. With one sword strike, he would at least be slightly injured.

Tai Long, who had always aimed to defeat Mo Wen, swallowed subconsciously and touched his neck. This sword hit him and his head had to move.

Liu Erlong, who was sitting in the first place, had beautiful eyes and a faint blush on his pretty face. This younger brother really brought him a big surprise. He was diligent and studious, talented and intelligent, with extraordinary bearing and handsome appearance. More importantly, Very responsible.

The school girls are also excited. Senior Mo Wen and Sword Douluo are evenly matched in swordsmanship. They are so powerful.As disciples, Yang Lin and Du Qianqiu applied their soul power to their eyes, hoping to see more details.

"Not bad." Feeling Mo Wen's sword energy bursting out with all his strength, Chen Xin nodded, with a serious look on his eyebrows. Back then, when he was in this realm, he was already close to a titled Douluo, "Then watch my sword strike."

Applying force on his wrist, the Seven Kills Sword flicked away Mo Mei. Chen Xin's eyes focused and he coordinated his spirit and spirit. He slashed with the long sword in his hand and attacked Mo Wen continuously.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." There was a series of crisp sounds, Mo Wen waved his eyebrows without taking a step back, his eyes turned very fast, catching Chen Xin's attack, his robes danced, and one of them was accidentally cut off.

"Okay, okay, okay." The look in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the speed of Chen Xin's hands began to increase, pumping, leading, lifting, blocking, striking, stabbing, tapping, collapsing, stirring, pressing, chopping, cutting, and washing. , the transition was extremely smooth, it had been a long time since I met someone with such swordsmanship, and I was also happy to see Hunter Xin, and let go of my swordsmanship.

Different from Chen Xin's sword technique, Mo Mei has his own matching sword technique. The content of the holy sword technique does not actually apply to Mo Mei. The sword technique used by Mo Wen is the sword technique used by the old man in his memory, which is mainly for defense. , the attack method is the misty ink sword energy.

Relying on the endurance and strength he had developed over the years, Mo Wen continued to change his gestures and caught Chen Xin's sharp attack. It was not too strenuous. He also knew that it was just an appetizer and he was using basic swordsmanship. But if he continued Passive defense will be exhausted after a while, and now you need to counterattack.

The footsteps began to retreat, Chen Xin also slowly advanced, and the attacks became faster and faster. They were no longer limited to basic moves, interspersed with his own understanding of sword techniques, and the sword light struck Mo Wen at various tricky angles.

After making up his mind, Mo Wen took a big step back, adjusted his breath in an instant, turned from defense to offense, swung his sword forward with his backhand, and started his own attack. The black sword energy spread around his body, and under his control, the sword energy attacked from all directions. Xiang Chenxin completely turned the situation around.

The sword energy all over his body exploded, and he took a step back. Chen Xin held the Seven Kills Sword, held it against his chest and rotated it in a circle, repelling the black sword energy, and the two of them completely distanced themselves.

"Next, how about each of us perform a move." He was immersed in the kendo competition. Time passed quickly. Seeing that the incense stick in the corner was about to burn out, he decided to decide the outcome with one move.