Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

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"Open the shield quickly!" Chen Zixiu shouted in a low voice, which echoed all around.

Hearing this voice, Bo Xian'er, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi moved at the same time, their bodies as fast as lightning.

In an instant, brilliant light surged from all directions above the Yin-Yang Spring, and an ice-blue protective shield rose up quickly, covering the spring water and the surrounding magic circle.

Looking at Shen Tianjun again, within three feet around him, green air waves were surging like tides, and there seemed to be dragons and snakes hidden in it.

Sharp green sword beams burst out from the top of his head and rushed straight into the sky. The sound of the swords was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums.

Suddenly, an even louder sword roar exploded from deep within the lower soul nest.

In the lower soul nest, the three-foot-six-inch Jade Blood Sword Martial Soul, which had been standing still, now began to show waves of mysterious patterns, like waves in the blue sea, forming ripples.

On the sword's spine, nine emerald-gold talismans lit up one after another, shining brightly, illuminating the entire soul nest like daylight.

And the originally blood-colored sword energy, under the blessing of the power of the talisman, turned into thousands of green waves, surging and majestic.

Shen Tianjun sat upright in the storm of sword energy, his figure looming among the green waves.

The sword energy was like a dragon, carving deep ripples on the shield, like layers of river tides surging, constantly hitting the shield and actually condensing into a spiral vortex in mid-air.

In the vortex, the sword energy was rampant, shaking the twelve eternal lamps to tilt to the east. The flames flickered, as if they would go out at any time.

In the hall outside the door, everyone was in doubt and uncertainty, when suddenly they heard a sword whistling like a dragon's roar coming from inside the room, the sound shaking the whole place and making people tremble with fear.

The bronze house-guarding bell hanging above the door lintel moved without wind. The thirty-six bell tongues all pointed toward the depths of the hall, making bursts of crisp sounds, as if telling some unknown secret.

The doors and windows of the entire hall were also vibrating at the sound of the sword, as if thousands of troops were galloping past the window paper.

Feng Tonglong's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrank sharply, and the teacup in his hand suddenly "cracked" and broke into eight pieces, with the fragments scattered all over the ground.

His face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "This is a sign of the transformation of the Jade Blood Sword Intent!"

"The sword's meaning is profound and can reach the ears of heaven... Haha, it's done! It really worked!" Xili Rufeng laughed loudly towards the sky, showing off wantonly.

At this moment, a long and passionate chant was heard from the room: "The tide rises, the moon rotates, the sword breaks the tower and the energy is generated!"

The sound was like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, piercing through the clouds and splitting the rocks, shaking everyone's heart.

In an instant, a three-foot green light appeared between the tiles, like a green dragon emerging from the sea, majestic and powerful.

Wherever the sword energy passed, there was a sharp whistling sound and the wind and clouds changed color.

Ten minutes later, Chen Zixiu and Shen Tianjun came out side by side.

Shen Tianjun's expression changed drastically.

The withered knuckles turned jade-colored, and the wrinkled face was like spring water thawing.

When he stood with his hands behind his back, his hunched spine made cracking sounds, and each joint stood straight like a green bamboo breaking through the soil.

His eyes were deep, shining with starlight, the corners of his eyes were still as old as ever, and his brows were like swords that split open the air of old age.

Those eyes were soaked in loneliness yet shimmered with the light of a spring stream, and thunder was hidden between their sword-like brows and star-like eyes.

Ice crystals fell on his eyebrows and melted into morning dew by the vitality.

The frost and snow on the temples turned into blue smoke, revealing the black roots of the hair, and the corners of the jaw were covered with a warm jade luster.

His originally thin body was now full of muscles, the belt showed off his slender waistline, and his wrist bones had lost their deadness and looked translucent.

Simply put, he went from being an old man in his eighties or nineties to being in his sixties.

At this moment, the long sword in Shen Tianjun's hand was glowing with a cold blue light. The original blood patterns on the sword spine had turned into layers of wave patterns, like a turbulent sea condensed on the sword body.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the sandalwood screen was silently cut into hundreds of bamboo strips, but it seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and slowly condensed in mid-air.

In the end, a sword-like totem of a surging blue sea was formed, which was magnificent and breathtaking.

Seeing this, Xiongmaoer was overjoyed and laughed loudly, "It's the Jade Rising Sword. Haha... It's really the Tianxing Shen family! The Tianxing Chen clan!"

The old man Xili Rufeng was also so excited that his voice trembled, "The eighth-grade blue sea tide is rising!"

"Tianjun, you not only broke through the title realm, but also successfully advanced your martial spirit. You old man, you need me to give you a good beating!"

As he said this, he winked at Feng Tonglong and Mei Zhiyu, "See, my blessing is effective."

The two men ignored this old fool and looked at Shen Tianjun calmly.

Like his great-granddaughter Shen Youchu, Shen Tianjun evolved the Jade Blood Sword into a relatively conventional yet extremely powerful eighth-grade martial spirit - the Jade Sea Tide Sword.

This is one of the Shen family's mutated martial spirits. It has appeared many times in the Shen family's long history and is known to everyone.

Yes, Shen Youchu took a ninth-grade precious medicine two years ago, and later successfully evolved the Blue Sea Tide Sword from the soul beast that obtained the fifth soul ring.

Now, the Shen family has entered the middle stage of transformation, about fifty years or so, from Shen Youchu to Shen Tianjun, the eighth-grade martial spirit, the Rising Sea Sword, has reappeared in the world.

It seems that the future orthodoxy of the Shen family's eighth-grade martial spirit is most likely to be imprinted on the Blue Sea Tide Sword.

This time when Shen Tianjun breaks through the title, it will greatly accelerate the transformation period, just like the existence of Lu Xueqi has greatly accelerated the transformation period of Tianya Sword, surpassing the progress of the Shen family and the Xili family.

The sounds of congratulations in the hall were as surging and continuous as the spring tide.

Shen Tianjun won the first battle. Such a good start is always exciting, and the magnificent momentum makes people's blood boil.

However, who could have expected that the subsequent situation would take a sharp turn for the worse, making people feel distressed and sigh.

Qin Lang and Gai Chenliang failed in their attempts to break through the realm one after another, and their soul nests were shaken, almost on the verge of collapse.

At the critical moment, Chen Zixiu and the other four took quick action. They either transferred the surging soul power in the Yin-Yang Spring to other places, or dispersed it into the spring water.

Zhu Jiazhen tried his best to suppress the runaway soul power. Xue Chuxin's soul power, which was like a fountain of life, turned into strands of black hair, gently protecting the heart meridians of the two. Ye Xiuxin used the method of silver needle acupuncture to clear the meridians.

The seven people worked together and finally stabilized the critical situation.

When the storm subsided a little, although Qin Lang and Gai Chenliang's faces were as pale as gold paper and their breath was very weak, they managed to save their lives and were not seriously injured.

It's just a loss of some vital energy, and it will be recovered after a hundred days of recuperation.

Compared with the tragic condition of Ding Daoheng's body full of damaged meridians, this can be considered a blessing in disguise.

This time the preparations were really thorough.

The lineup of these four masters is something that even the three major churches may not be able to produce, not to mention the two auxiliary titles and Ye Xiuxin, a master of medical skills.

Another point that cannot be ignored is that every time Ye Xiuxin pours in a large amount of life nectar, it also plays a huge role.

This was not the case in the past.