Douluo: the white tiger is proud of the world

Chapter 39

Ye Xuan waved the God's Punishment Silver Spear in his hand, and blossoming spear flowers appeared on the tip of the spear, attacking Xiang Chenxin directly.

The long sword in Chen Xin's hand just waved lightly, but the moment it collided with the silver gun, there was a clanging sound. Ye Xuan only felt a huge force from the silver gun to his hand, shaking his hands a little. numb.

Looking at Chen Xin, her expression is indifferent, her eyes seem to be unable to see anything around her.His body seemed to have turned into a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, merging into one with the long sword in his hand.

Although he just stood there quietly and didn't speak.But he just stood there, but he still gave people a feeling that everything in the world is the only one.

"Is this the sword intent?" Ye Xuan sighed in his heart, but the silver spear in his hand didn't stop at all, and he swung it faster and faster, each spear pointed directly at Chen Xin's vital points, completely abandoning his defense, Just blindly attack.

The long sword in Chen Xin's hand was not slow at all, and his defense was impeccable, but he just had no intention of attacking, just blindly defending.

The sound of weapons clashing continuously resounded in the arena. Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, Ye Xishui, and Tie Xiong were also watching quietly.

"Uncle Gu, what do you think of Xiaoxuan?" Ning Fengzhi looked at the competition in front of him and asked Gu Rong behind him.

"Very good, very smart, he knew he couldn't defend, so he abandoned the defense and changed to a strong attack. It's just that compared with that old guy Chen Xin, he lacks three points of natural artistic conception." Gu Rong's voice had a little tinge Appreciate.

Ye Xishui and Tie Xiong didn't say a word, Ning Rongrong walked over at some point, sat on the steps by the door, and watched without blinking.

After Ning Fengzhi saw Ning Rongrong, he looked at Ye Xuan and Ye Xishui again, quickly calculated his thoughts, finally smiled gently, and went out to order his disciples to prepare the banquet.

Chen Xin, who was in the field competition, blocked Ye Xuan's silver spear with a sword, and said slowly: "You haven't comprehended the meaning, but your understanding of the meaning is enough, and the last step is yours. The original heart, the heart is different from the mind, how can you understand the mind?" Chen Xin's voice was like a sharp knife, cutting Ye Xuan's heart.

Hearing this, Ye Xuan stopped the movements in his hands, looked at the God's Punishment Silver Spear in his hands, his eyes were full of confusion, he didn't understand what Chen Xin meant.

"Follow your original heart. I can only say so much. Whether you can understand the artistic conception depends on yourself." .

Ye Xuan closed his eyes and meditated, the white tiger's martial soul appeared in his mind, and what appeared in the white tiger's eyes was the fighting intent, the killing intent emanating from his body, but this killing intent seemed to be firmly controlled by the white tiger.

After staring at the white tiger for a long time, Ye Xuan suddenly chuckled, the white tiger is good at fighting, and is the master of killing, but he has been suppressing the white tiger's fighting and killing intentions, so how can he realize the existence of the will.

Ye Xuan stretched out his hand and said with a faint smile: "I will no longer suppress your fighting and killing intent. The white tiger is coming, its momentum is irreversible, its momentum is unstoppable, the gods give way, and the Buddhas retreat."

As if hearing Ye Xuan's voice, the white tiger let out a roar, the voice was full of joy, and rushed towards Ye Xuan directly.

In the outside world, Ye Xuan opened his eyes, the arrogance in his eyes has not diminished at all, but there is endless fighting and killing intent in the arrogance, and the white tiger of Wuhun can't help but appear, looking up to the sky and roaring, the sound shook the whole field.

He took back his martial soul, and spun the God's Punishment Silver Spear in his hand, pointing the spear point at Chen Xin, "Thank you for your reminder, senior, I have a trick, please taste it."

Chen Xin seemed to be in high spirits, and calmly said, "You can use it to your heart's content, even if you use your soul power, it doesn't matter."

The God's Punishment Silver Spear in Ye Xuan's hand stabbed straight out. It was just a simple stab, but the God's Punishment Silver Spear seemed to turn into a white tiger with wings on its back. It can be taken head-on, and it seems that there are endless murderous intentions hidden in it.

Chen Xin narrowed her eyes, and the long sword in her hand slashed out head-on, and the places where the long sword passed seemed to form killing intents one by one.

"The victory has been decided!" Ye Xishui said indifferently, and directly picked up a cup of tea and drank it. With her extreme eyesight, she could naturally tell the outcome of this blow.

There was a crisp clang, and the moment the silver spear collided with the long sword, the long sword in Chen Xin's hand shattered directly, and the God's Punishment Silver Spear in Ye Xuan's hand also stopped.

He retracted the God's Punishment Silver Spear into the Sea of ​​Consciousness, put the right hand holding the Silver Spear behind his back, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Senior, for your advice!"

"The sword is broken, you won this competition." Chen Xin walked directly towards the hall, not caring about the outcome of the competition at all.

Ye Xuan also walked in the direction of the hall, but the hand behind him trembled a little, and some traces of blood appeared.

He played a trick in this competition, what Chen Xin held was just an ordinary long sword, and the God's Punishment Silver Spear he used was a divine weapon. Although he didn't use the destructive energy in it, it was not comparable to ordinary long swords.

When Chen Xin came to the door, she immediately hugged Ning Rongrong, the indifferent expression on her face disappeared, she treated Ning Rongrong like an old man treating her granddaughter.

"Grandpa Jian, I'm hungry!" Ning Rongrong's voice was very clear and sweet.

"Fengzhi, it's time to eat, why haven't the meals been prepared yet, what should I do if Rong Rong is so hungry."

"The banquet is ready, Xiaoxuan, Senior Death God, and Your Majesty, come and have something too." Ning Fengzhi focused on Ye Xuan, and as long as Ye Xuan nodded in agreement, the other two would eat will not object.

"Since Uncle Ning invited, then Aunt Ye, Tie Xiong, let's go eat some too!" Ye Xuan's voice seemed very peaceful, he didn't just come to compete with Jian Daochen today.

"Yes, my lord, my lord." Ye Xishui and Tie Xiong agreed and followed Ye Xuan.

Ning Fengzhi led the way, and soon came to a room, the table in the room was filled with all kinds of delicacies, after everyone was seated, Ye Xuan took off the mask on his face, and began to taste.

Ning Fengzhi seemed to ask casually: "Xiaoxuan, I'm curious, which sect or aristocratic family can cultivate a genius like you?"

"I haven't joined any sect, and I'm not a child of an aristocratic family, but I want to establish a sect myself." Ye Xuan said very calmly, and the expression on his face didn't change at all.

"Well, with Senior Death God around, it is more than enough to set up a sect alone. But the establishment of a sect requires a huge amount of funds, a good position in the sect, and a lot of soul masters. It is impossible for Senior Death God to do everything by himself. "

"Xiaoxuan, it may be very difficult for you to become a sect on your own." Ning Fengzhi shook his head and sighed.

(End of this chapter)