Man in Douluo, Martial Soul Fallen Angel

Chapter 44 Farewell
Seven years later.

On the edge of the sword, Qian Renhan has fully grown up, dressed in black, nearly two meters tall, not much different from Chihiro Ji, with white hair loosely scattered behind him, holding a long sword, and an extremely handsome face There was a hint of distress on it.

"Artistic conception, what is the third level of swordsmanship?" Qian Renhan murmured, frowning slightly. It has been a year since he reached the peak of human-sword fusion, and he is still blank about the next level of sword .

"Go ask the old man and see if you can get inspiration."

For seven years, the Spirit Hall's behavior has not changed, the pope is still Qian Xunji, but his majesty and the number of disciples joining the power are much less than before, on the contrary, the number of disciples of the Haotian School has skyrocketed.

As for Chihiro Ji's cultivation base, it's still at the peak of level 95.

Bibi Dong has not left the Saintess Hall for seven years, cannot obtain a soul ring, and her cultivation can only reach level 89.

In the hall of enshrinement, Qian Daoliu is still wearing the golden blue cloak and armor, his face has not changed in any way, if the change is that the pair of golden eyes have become more vicissitudes, sitting next to a blonde beauty, and that person is It was Qian Renxue.

Seven years have passed, Qian Renxue has also grown up, and she is no longer the little girl she used to be. She is tall, with skin that is better than snow, her face is almost perfect, her temperament is sacred and noble, and she is wearing a long court dress woven with gold silk. And elegant, the golden stand-up collar protected her snow-white neck like a swan, and her long golden hair was loosely scattered behind her back without combing carefully.It was in stark contrast to her neat palace attire.

Just sitting there without any movement, and the majesty vaguely revealed by that noble face made people dare not have any offense.

Qian Renhan walked in, glanced at Qian Renxue who was practicing, and changed to sound transmission, "Old man."

Qian Daoliu also transmitted sound, "What's the matter?"

Qian Renhan asked: "I want to ask how did you break through the third level of sword intent?"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu thought about it carefully, and said: "That happened decades ago. Back then, Grandpa had become a great enshrinement in the Wuhun Hall, and there was no match in the entire continent, and one day the number one in the mainland Jian Hao, Lord Chen Jian came to Grandpa and challenged me."

"Mr. Chenjian is the father of Douluo Chenxin, the protector of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School. Back then, Mr. Chenjian's cultivation was only level 97, while his grandfather was already at level 99. If he really started to do it, he would be able to do it in seconds with one move." he."

"But grandpa didn't want to bully him, so he lowered his cultivation to level 97 to fight him."

It is naturally impossible for Qian Daoliu to tell the truth, saying that he is fully defensive, allowing Lord Chen Jian to attack, and then in the process of resisting damage, he can reach the third level of swordsmanship through Lord Chen Jian's sword intent.It would be embarrassing to tell my grandson that I was beaten and broke through. Naturally, the tension I have to describe makes my blood boil a little bit.

"During the collision with his sword, Grandpa fell into a disadvantage in the whole process, and in the process, Grandpa suddenly discovered that Lord Chen Jianjun was not superior to Grandpa in sword skills, but his understanding of swords was superior to Grandpa's. And Lord Chenjian told Grandpa, that is called artistic conception."

"Afterwards, Grandpa fought with Lord Chen Jian for three days and three nights with the advantage of his martial soul, and cut off countless mountains. Finally, he figured out the artistic conception that Lord Chen Jian said, successfully broke through, and then defeated him."

Qian Daoliu carried his hands on his back, and his eyes were full of nostalgia for that battle, which made Qian Renhan feel that there was something wrong with Chen Xin's description of that battle. Run to Wuhundian to be a spectator.

"A breakthrough in battle?" Qian Renhan murmured in his heart, and then said, "Old man, I plan to go to the capital of killing."

"The City of Slaughter, what are you doing there?" Qian Daoliu was startled, forgot to transmit the sound with his soul power for a while, and woke up Qian Renxue who was cultivating beside him.

"Grandpa. Brother!"

Qian Renxue stood up and shouted, Qian Renhan nodded in response.

"Kill, if you want to get out of the city of killing, you must rely on fighting and killing. Instead of becoming a monotonous meditation sitting on the edge of the sword, and you can't find how to break through, it's better to go to the city of killing to experience the thrill of fighting, maybe you can find it." The way to break through the third level of swordsmanship, my current cultivation is level 69, which is not a very auspicious number." Qian Renhan replied, six and six have been reversed, how auspicious this number is.

Qian Renxue hurriedly said: "What, the capital of killing, brother, you can't go to the capital of killing, it's a real purgatory on earth, if you have any troubles, Xiaoxue won't have a brother!"

Qian Renhan rubbed Qian Renxue's head, and said with a light smile: "Tang Hao and that woman can both come out, why should I come out, you have to practice hard while I'm not here, don't be led by the nose by that woman Walk."

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes turned red slightly, "Brother, Xiaoxue begs you, can't you listen to Xiaoxue once? Don't go to the capital of killing."

"You've suffered all these years, and you've been less angry, haven't you? Let me listen to you again, what else have you done with your elm head besides messing with me." Qian Renhan said indifferently, he didn't know because he The words caused Qian Renxue to do something even stupider during the few years he was away, and caused him to go back and hit Qian Renxue for the first time.

"when are we leaving?"

Qian Daoliu turned around and sighed, "The City of Slaughter is an absolute forbidden place for members of the angel clan, because the evil spirit there is completely opposite to that of the angel spirit, and entering it is tantamount to seeking death, but Qian Renhan is completely different from the angel spirit." On the contrary, it is indeed no problem for the fallen angel to enter, but what he is afraid of is that Qian Renhan will be blackened by the evil influence.

"tomorrow."

"It's so fast, brother, can't you stay a few more days?" Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes turned redder.

Qian Renhan shook his head, frowned slightly and said: "Go early and go late, sooner or later, don't you go early and return early?"

"Why are you crying, I'm not going to die, I'm just looking for a higher realm of swordsmanship, how can a soul master not experience life and death if he wants to become stronger."

Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment and said: "Go and say goodbye to Ji'er, Grandpa will not interfere with your choice."

"Cultivate hard." Qian Renhan rubbed Qian Renxue's head again, turned and walked towards the Pope's Palace.

In the evening, a family of four rarely got together for dinner. Qian Xunji learned that Qian Renhan was going to the capital of killing, and planned to absorb Qian Renhan's 5-year-old spiritual head wisdom soul bone for protection. It's useless to dislike the age limit.

There are quite a few 10-year-old soul beasts in the mainland, and it is not difficult for Qian Renhan to kill a set of 10-year-old soul bones.

After dinner, Qian Renhan walked towards Jianfeng. Just as he got to the front of the Pope's Palace, he suddenly found a semi-elliptical wooden box lying there. The underside of the wooden box was full of friction marks. , that person is Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue turned her head and called, "Brother."

"How old are you, and you still play with such children's things?" Qian Renhan walked over and looked at Qian Renxue helplessly.

"Brother, can you play with Xiaoxue one last time before you leave?"

The moonlight fell on Qian Renxue's exquisite and perfect face. At this time, Qian Renxue's face did not have the majesty as the young master of the Wuhun Hall. Instead, it was full of innocence and cuteness when she was a child. Qian Renhan even saw the beauty of her childhood through it. The appearance of Qian Renxue pestering him every day.

"Then let's play with you one last time." Qian Renhan sighed and sat in front of the wooden box.

Qian Renxue grabbed Qian Renhan's shoulder full of joy, raised a small fist and shouted loudly: "Brother, activate!"

"Keep your balance Xiaoxue." Qian Renhan kicked forward, "Let's go."

The wooden box was activated and slid down the Pope's Hill like a slide. The frequency and sound of the collision of wood and stairs continued to increase. For a while, Pope's Hill was filled with the sound of wood knocking and Qian Renxue's cheerful shouts. There was also a slight smile on the corner of Han's mouth.

Inside the Pope's Palace, one after another roared, "Who, do you have a sense of public morality? You are noisy and noisy. You don't need to go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow to stand guard at the entrance of the Pope's Palace! It's so noisy!"

Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue said they couldn't hear the sound of riots in the Pope's Palace.

(End of this chapter)