Douluo: Start Invincible From Capturing the Goddess

"Zheng!"

A resounding sword cry came from the Shrek Martial arts arena.

Shocked everyone present, their eyes were drawn to Luo Yu at the same time.

At this time, a long jade sword with ancient charm appeared in Luo Yu's hand.

It seems simple and unpretentious, but it seems to exude a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

It is unpredictable.

"What kind of martial spirit is this?"

"Why have I never seen it?"

Ning Fengzhi on the sidelines was full of doubts.

It stands to reason that with his knowledge, as long as he sees a martial soul, he can instantly distinguish the history.

But he had never heard of the long sword in Luo Yu's hand.

"Uncle Gu, can you see what's special about this martial spirit?" Ning Fengzhi turned his head and asked.

Bone Douluo smiled and said: "You haven't seen it, can I see it?"

"It doesn't look like a rubbish Martial Soul, it should have something special about it."

"However, this kid is unlucky. If he is another martial spirit, he can still fight Chen Xin, but if it is a sword fight, then he has no chance of winning at all."

When Bone Douluo spoke, he kept looking at Luo Yu, his face full of sympathy.

Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement.

"There are many people in the Douluo Continent who are stronger than Uncle Jian, but in the field of swordsmanship, Uncle Jian must be the undisputed number one in the world."

"The Seven Killing Sword is of the highest quality among sword spirits."

"The King of Swords."

"I'm afraid that other sword spirits will be suppressed as soon as they meet."

The conversation between the two was not concealed too much, and everyone around could hear it.

Zhu Zhuqing and the girls had strange looks in their eyes after hearing this.

"Father, don't talk about you and Grandpa Gu, brother Yu's martial spirit is very strong, you underestimate him too much." Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi with her mouth tilted up.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head.

"Silly girl, if it wasn't for the Clear Sky Hammer, your grandpa sword's martial soul would be the best martial soul in the world. Do you think this kid's martial soul can compare with your grandpa sword's?"

Ning Rongrong's red lips curled up in an extremely confident arc, and she pointed to the field, "Then just watch, I believe in Brother Yu."

Ning Fengzhi sighed.

I'm afraid this daughter has been brainwashed.

Isn't it obvious who wins and who loses? Isn't it a lice on the bald man's head?

He cast his gaze into the arena, waiting for Sword Douluo to take down the farce as soon as possible, and then hurriedly took Ning Rongrong out of here, feeling that his daughter became stupid only after coming here.

inside.

One old and one young confront each other with swords.

Neither of them took the lead in attacking, as if they were in a contest of momentum.

The meticulous Sword Douluo suddenly let out a chuckle, his eyes full of appreciation.

He just thought that it would be great if Luo Yu was a sword martial soul, but he didn't expect it to be.

It was a bit of a surprise.

"Young man, you can still maintain such a calm and composed attitude in the face of this old man's Seven Killing Sword."

"You are very good."

"Thank you." Luo Yu said neither humble nor overbearing: "You are also very good."

Sword Douluo's expression froze, his eyes revealed surprise.

"It's because you are so brave, it's the first time a young man dares to speak to this old man in such a tone."

"However, the aura of a swordsman should be like this."

"If you are obedient, you are not qualified to practice swords, like a woman, you might as well use a hammer."

Luo Yu nodded in agreement, not intending to talk nonsense.

Vibrating his wrist, the sound of the sword rang out, and he drew a sword flower.

"Your Majesty Sword Douluo, please."

"He is straightforward and neat, and he is a good young man who cultivates swords."

Sword Douluo appreciated Luo Yu's temperament more and more, his sword eyes were concentrated.

The ground shook under his feet, and he raised his sword.

The white clothes danced and the wrist was flipped, and the Seven Killing Sword drew a silver arc in the air.

He beheaded Luo Yu.

The strong wind came, and the sword energy was piercing, but Luo Yu didn't even lift his eyelids.

He swung the long sword and raised it upwards.

There was a clang of gold and iron.

The Seven Killing Sword was actually blocked by him impartially, no matter how hard it was to advance.

The two swords were at a stalemate.

Luo Yu shook his head, "Your Majesty Sword Douluo, you don't need to test, just make moves."

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move.

Seeing Luo Yu blocking his attack so easily, Jian Douluo's eyes lit up instantly.

"Boy, then I have to be serious."

"Swish Swish Swish!!"

Jian Douluo turned upside down in the air, waving the long sword in his hand, and there was a sound of piercing the air.

The silver sword shadow splashed silver flowers, with a sharp aura.

Move and chop to all parts of Luo Yu's body.

"Keng Keng Keng!!"

Holding the sword in one hand, Luo Yu swiped towards the void, preventing the space around him from leaking.

No matter how tricky Sword Douluo's attack angle is, he can block it instantly.

Jian Douluo's sword eyes became brighter and brighter.

At first he just thought that Luo Yu had a good temperament, but how profound is a young man's swordsmanship.

So he didn't intend to use force at the beginning, there was no need for that.

But he realized that he was wrong. The young man in front of him had surprisingly profound knowledge in swordsmanship.

No matter how much strength he exerted, the opponent could block it back.

And it looks like it's far from reaching the limit.

Sword Douluo continued to strengthen his hands, increased the speed of his sword, and even started to attack from all angles.

But he was surprised to find that the opponent's strength and speed were also improving along with him.

This……

What level of swordsmanship is this kid?

Sword Douluo was shocked.

He had never seen young people with this level of swordsmanship.

Infinite curiosity welled up in my heart, and the speed of my hand became faster and faster, vowing to find out where Luo Yu's limit is.

At first, the trajectories of the two sword swings were clearly visible to everyone, but they soon became invisible.

Because the speed has soared up.

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo looked at the arena intently, the shock in their eyes couldn't be hidden at all.

"This...how is this possible!"

"Can this kid block Uncle Jian's moves?"

Bone Douluo shook his head, and hurriedly said: "Feng Zhi, this kid is weird, this kid is definitely weird."

"We were mistaken just now. He can keep up with old man Chen's sword speed. Is this something that ordinary people can do? I don't believe it if he is killed. He is definitely not an ordinary person."

Ning Fengzhi tilted his head and asked, "Rongrong, tell Dad who he is?"

"Hey, what are you in a hurry for? The fun is yet to come." Ning Rongrong showed a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes followed Luo Yu in the arena all the time, his face was full of arrogance.

The sword power in the arena became stronger and stronger, and the sword moves urged by Sword Douluo became more and more subtle.

Luo Yu was not afraid at all, his expression was indifferent, and there was a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wielding the Heaven Punishing Sword, every move is natural.

Feel free to pinch it.

Even though Sword Douluo's attack was like a gust of wind and rain, he remained steadfast.

"collapse!"

The blades intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

Jian Douluo was shaken back by the strong force from the blade, and took three steps back.

Luo Yu, on the other hand, stood there without moving, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

Everyone outside the arena was shocked for a moment, even Flender and Zhao Wuji did not expect that in the competition of sword moves, the famous sword Dao Chenxin would be defeated.

"This this……"

Ning Fengzhi stared, unable to believe what he saw just now.

Bone Douluo wiped his eyes, he read right, old man Chen was pushed back by a young man?

Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of admiration, her pretty face was radiant.

Jian Douluo's indifferent heart was already in shock.

Because he really didn't expect that he would be the loser in a competition of sword moves.

Although he hadn't used his soul power yet and was fighting entirely with physical strength, the opponent was useless.

What's more, he has been obsessed with kendo for decades, swinging the sword for countless days and nights.

How could it be possible to lose to a young man?

There is no reason.

But the facts are right in front of us.

Seeing Luo Yu defeating himself with sword moves, Luo Yu didn't have the slightest pride and mood swings on his face.

Jian Douluo was even more frightened.

Luo Yu flicked the blade lightly, and there was a crisp buzzing sound.

He said calmly: "Your Majesty Sword Douluo, if your warm-up is over, we can start."

"what?"

Hearing this, Jian Douluo's eyes tightened, his old face twitched.

I have been fighting with all my strength for a long time, do you think I am warming up? ? ?

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