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

Chapter 586: The Yu Clan (Part )
Chenxiaojun was seen moving slightly, the pure Jun sword in his hand resonated with the soul power of heaven and earth, and a majestic momentum burst out from the sword body.

His sword moves slowly brewed, and the aura around him began to surge violently, as if a huge green lotus was blooming quietly under his feet.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air and injected the inner power of the Nine Yang Divine Art into the sword. A faint red brilliance began to emerge around the sword, like a lotus blooming for the first time.

I saw Lord Chenxiao move, and the sword tip instantly drew a bright trajectory. The sword was so powerful that it shot straight into the sky like a giant tree.

"The green lotus towers to the sky!"

The momentum of this move was so majestic that it made the surrounding air tremble slightly.

Lord Chenxiao's voice spread in all directions, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at Niu Chongzhi. His whole body seemed to turn into a towering giant lotus, pressing towards Niu Chongzhi with unrivaled momentum.

The image of green lotus fills the air, and every petal shines with sharp light.

"Third Soul Skill—Heavy Armor Control"

At the same time, Niu Chongzhi was not to be outdone. He shouted low and activated his strongest soul skill.

His body was instantly covered by a thick layer of armor, with a faint light flowing on the armor, making it appear indestructible.

He faced Chen Xiaojun's "Towering Green Lotus" without fear, and still resisted this move with defensive preparations.

The moment the two collided, the air froze.

The tip of Chen Xiaojun's sword collided with Niu Chongzhi's armor, causing a loud noise.

The armor around Niu Chongzhi emitted a dazzling light, reflecting some of the attacks back.

However, Chen Xiaojun seemed to be well prepared. He turned around and performed the "Moon Covering the Snow" footwork as naturally as flowing clouds and flowing water, easily dodging the rebounding attack.

But Niu Chongzhi, facing the mighty force of "Towering Green Lotus", resisted without flinching, but the impact force pushed him back like a huge wave, and his figure instantly fell back ten seconds. A few meters away.

He struggled to stabilize his body, his chest heaving violently, and he was breathing heavily, as if he had just escaped from a fierce battle.

The corner of his mouth had already turned a dazzling bright red, which was a testimony of his persistence and tenacity.

Obviously, Chen Xiaojun's move is extremely powerful and cannot be resisted by ordinary people.

He took advantage of Niu Chongzhi's unsteady footing and launched another swift attack.

For a moment, the shadow of the sword appeared, and there were thousands of sword energy crisscrossing in the void. The sword energy was sharp, and the roaring sound was endless.

"Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles, and fly the sword in a hundred steps!"

As the words fell, the pure Jun sword in his hand instantly erupted with dazzling sword light.

Countless sword energy condensed on the tip of the sword to form a Zhiyang Sword Gang of nearly thirty meters, shining with blazing light and galloping out like a fire dragon.

Wherever the sword passed, the air seemed to be ignited, and a fiery breath rushed towards the face.

The condensation degree of Jian Gang is higher than that of Jian Mang and Jian Qi.

Niu Chongzhi's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he hurriedly activated his three soul skills to resist this attack.

However, the power of Jian Gang was too powerful, and he could barely resist it for a moment.

When this move actually landed on Niu Chongzhi, the armor was shattered instantly, and the rebound damage had no effect at all because the attack power was too strong.

Finally, with a loud noise, Niu Chongzhi was directly hit by this sword attack. His whole body was like a ship capsized by a huge wave. He was rushed off the stage by the impact of the sword attack.

After the sword was dissipated, Niu Chongzhi was already paralyzed on the ground. He still wanted to hold on, but he fell down weakly as if his skeleton had fallen apart.

With a "wow" sound, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, obviously seriously injured.

Chen Xiaojun stood quietly on the stage, the Chunjun sword in his hand still shining with cold light, the tip of the sword hanging down, as if telling something, only a faint tranquility. After a moment of silence, he walked forward, looking at Niu Gao, and said calmly: "Your defense is indeed extraordinary."

Afterwards, Chen Xiaojun turned around leisurely, returned to his original position with light steps, gently crossed his legs, and sat down gracefully. He began to meditate and adjust his breath, focusing on restoring the consumed soul power in his body.

His every move reveals calmness and indifference, isolated from the noisy world around him.

Obviously, he still wanted to continue the competition, but after all, he had already fought three opponents in a row and had consumed a lot of his soul power.

As for the battle preparation area of ​​Tiandou Academy,

Tang Xiao hurriedly walked towards Niu Chongzhi and asked with concern: "Chongzhi, how do you feel now?"

He was full of worry, and his hands trembled unconsciously.

Niu Chongzhi's face was pale, and he was obviously still suffering from great discomfort.

He tried hard to raise his head and looked at Tang Xiao. Suddenly, he spat out blood again.

He was breathing heavily, his voice was weak and trembling, but his words were clear: "Second Young Master... you are right, this is indeed the inherited mental method of the yang attribute. I... the qi and blood in my body seem to be... The fire burned, and it was almost unbearable.”

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On the high platform, Zhixing was wearing a blue robe and his eyes were heavy. He was standing on the edge of the high platform, his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

His eyes finally fell on old man Ku Rong, who was sitting on a worn-out wicker chair with his eyes slightly closed.

Zhixing frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "Old ghost Ku Rong, what do you think of this kid from the Chen family who goes by the alias Xiao Hongchen?"

Old Man Kurong slowly opened his eyes, and an indescribable light shone in his cloudy eyes. He smiled slightly, and said hoarsely and vicissitudes of life: "Let's stand and watch later."

Zhixing raised his eyebrows, obviously dissatisfied with the old ghost Ku Rong's answer.

He took a few steps closer and his tone became more serious: "Old ghost Ku Rong, I'm not trying to make fun of you, I'm asking you seriously, how do you evaluate Xiao Hongchen's combat power?"

Old Man Kurong shrugged nonchalantly and gently put down the wine glass in his hand.

He stood up slowly. Although his body was stooped, he walked to the edge of the high platform and stood side by side with Zhixing, looking into the distance.

He slowly said, "Combat strength is something that cannot be seen, it is fought. Let him prove it himself and we will see."

Zhixing laughed instead of getting angry, "You!"

Hearing this, the smile on the old man's face gradually faded. He stood up straight and his eyes became sharp. "Anyway, he was provoked by you. With his strength, there is still room for improvement. It won't be too late to comment later."

After saying that, the old ghost Ku Rong closed his eyes again and blocked out the whole world.

Zhixing stood aside, staring at Xiao Hongchen in the fighting arena.

Soon, old ghost Kurong slowly opened his eyes, "I'm not you. He's hitting your Tiandou Academy. I'm not in a hurry."

"Xiao Hongchen, although he is young, I can feel that he has an unyielding fighting spirit and a strong heart."

Hearing this, Zhixing was silent for a moment.

Just then, there was a noise coming from a distance.

They both turned their heads at the same time and saw a figure walking like a meteor, heading straight for the fighting arena.

The figure was strong and swift, and with the sound of thunder and screaming, another Tiandou student came onto the stage.

Zhixing and Kunrong narrowed their eyes at the same time, but their gazes were firmly fixed on Xiao Hongchen opposite.

(End of this chapter)