"Grandpa Gu, are you okay?" Ning Rongrong asked with concern.

Just as he was about to run over, he was held back by Ning Fengzhi, who looked ugly.

Ning Fengzhi slowly shook his head towards Ning Rongrong, signaling her to stay by his side. Ning Fengzhi looked at Xiao Mo who was walking past Gu Rong and walking towards Chen Xin step by step. A sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart.

Although Chen Xin is level 96, he still cannot defeat Gu Rong in one move.

Even if Xiao Mo had the upper hand, Gu Rong was also a level 95 titled Douluo.

However, he suffered an instant defeat. Just thinking about the difference made Ning Fengzhi's scalp numb.

He couldn't calm down anymore. Although Xiao Mo only talked about discussing with each other and did not show any murderous intent, he couldn't just stand here. Chen Xin needed his help.

At this point, a stream of soul power flowed out of Ning Fengzhi's body, colorful lights shone, and a seven-story glazed pagoda appeared in Ning Fengzhi's hands.

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi had even summoned his martial spirit, Ning Rongrong, who was a bit nervous, couldn't help but reach out and cover her mouth.

"The seventh soul skill, the true form of the Seven Treasures!"

After summoning the martial soul's true form, Ning Fengzhi did not pause and muttered: "The Seven Treasures are famous...

One: Power

Second: Speed

Three: Soul

Four: Royal

Five: Attack

Sixth: Increase

As the seven soul rings flickered one after another, the six buffs were also blessed by the panting Ning Fengzhi on Chen Xin. This was the only thing he, an auxiliary soul master, could do.

In the canyon, the strong wind that appeared at an unknown time began to blow wildly. The yellow sand on the ground was picked up and floated into the sky. The dust filled the sky, adding a desolate charm.

Gu Rong's face was complicated. She looked at Xiao Mo who was walking past her towards Chen Xin. The image of herself being defeated by Xiao Mo's move kept appearing in her mind.

He was a majestic Bone Douluo, a super strong man who shocked the world of soul masters, but he couldn't even hold on to a single move.

He was completely defeated, and he knew in his heart that no matter how many times he tried again, the result would not be the same again.

Feeling the pain coming from his abdomen, Gu Rong grinned. He knew that Xiao Mo was showing mercy, otherwise the shot could have penetrated his throat and cut off his head.

"Why did such a powerful person not show his fame until recently? How did he achieve the title of Douluo?"

"Could it be that he is the legendary descendant of God!"

If Xiao Mo were to know Gu Rong's suspicions, he would definitely say with disdain: "How can a group of grass gods have the qualifications to teach real dragons!"

The broad giant sword moved horizontally, and the invisible sword energy continued to circulate, leaving sword marks of different depths on the ground.

Chen Xin's face was full of solemnity, and Xiao Mo's approaching footsteps were like a heavy hammer hammering into his heart, putting him in a state of crisis.

Sweat was pouring out. The last time Chen Xin experienced this feeling was when Chen Xin fought against three fifty-thousand-year-old soul beasts alone before becoming a Titled Douluo.

After a moment of silence, a drop of sweat crossed his forehead and fell to the ground. Chen Xin's expression changed drastically. His heart could not be calm, and he planned to take advantage first.

"The fifth soul skill is shocking everywhere!"

Learning from Gu Rong's lesson, Chen Xin immediately activated his soul skills, holding swords in both hands, Chen Xin shouted loudly, and a soul ring behind his back emitted a rich light.

Under the blessing of this light, the two-meter-long giant sword slashed out dozens of powerful sword energy in one breath, and then rushed towards Xiao Mo quickly and violently.

Xiao Mo's eyes reflected the incoming sword light. This was a large-scale attacking soul skill. If an ordinary person faced this situation, they might only be able to rely on specific soul skills to resist, or even worse, simply dodge and take a roundabout way.<

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However, Xiao Mo's expression remained unchanged. He dragged Long Yuan backwards with one hand, and the tip of the hanging spear slid against the ground, creating sparks.

Xiao Mo walked into the group of sword lights like a leisurely stroll. Every time he took a step, Long Yuan clicked or drew in his hand, and every time he fired his gun, he accurately dispersed the incoming sword lights.

Ding ding ding...

Following Long Yuan's last whirling slash, a wave of energy burst out, and all the raging sword light was extinguished.

When these sword lights rushed into Xiao Mo's mental field of vision, they were nowhere to be seen. Xiao Mo could handle them easily even with one hand holding the gun.

With a smile on his face, Xiao Mo looked at Chen Xin, whose pupils shrank sharply, and said with a smile: "As expected of Kendo Chen Xin, this attack is actually quite interesting, very good. If you keep working hard, maybe you can let me use three

Partial force."

I was underestimated again! But this time Chen Xin was not angry because he knew Xiao Mo was telling the truth.

The skillful posture just now proved that Xiao Mo really didn't even use three points of his strength just now, and only relied on exquisite spear moves to defeat his fifth soul skill.

"This kid is so scary!"

"If there is a specific value for combat power, my strength limit should be 8,000, and his is at least 12,000."

Taking a deep breath, he couldn't retreat now, and he would not retreat. He could only fight with all his strength. With this pressure, he might be able to break through to level 97.

"The seventh soul skill, the true form of the martial soul!"

"The sixth soul skill, ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Amid the roar, Chen Xin, whose aura surged, raised his giant sword high. His soul power surged out of his body crazily, and thousands of swords gathered around his body, becoming fierce and majestic for a while.

"I don't understand why you people who like to play with swords have to get so many fancy things. Isn't it really okay?"

Xiao Mo shook his head, not at all afraid of the dense swords behind Chen Xin.

"Okay, okay, you can take my move first and then talk about it!"

The clay figurine was still angry, and when Xiao Mo ridiculed him that his soul skills were just showy, a surge of anger emerged on Chen Xin's face.

With the addition of Ning Fengzhi's six major soul skills, his strength increased by a full 30% compared to usual. Once this move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect was launched, no one in the soul master world could ignore it.

"Sword, come out!"

With a wave of the Seven Killing Sword, tens of thousands of swords around Chen Xin suddenly began to surge out. The dense swords were like locusts passing through the border, so dense that it was enough to make one's scalp explode.

Above the canyon, Zhu Zhuqing's face became nervous again. He clasped his hands together and looked at Xiao Mo, who was still holding a gun and his expression remained unchanged. Even at this time, he had no intention of revealing his soul ring.

(Xiao Mo: What soul ring are you showing off? I don’t even have a martial soul.)

The roar of the swords was extremely dense, and each sword shot at a rapid speed could easily penetrate the trees.

Looking at the thousands of sharp swords that shot towards him, Xiao Mo's face finally became more serious. He placed Long Yuan in front of him, holding it with both hands. Under the gaze of several nervous eyes, Long Yuan spun as fast as a windmill.

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"This...he doesn't even use soul skills. Does he want to stop Wan Jian from returning to the clan with his 'Martial Soul'? This is impossible!"

Seeing Xiao Mo's crazy behavior with her own eyes, Gu Rong was so excited that she ignored the pain in her body and shouted that it was impossible.

You must know that Wuhun is the foundation of a soul master. How can anyone like Xiao Mo use his Wuhun to forcefully collide with such a dense attack? If one mistake is made, the soul will be shattered and the person will die.

"Perhaps, that spear is not his martial spirit!"

After resting for a while, Ning Fengzhi's complexion recovered a lot and she was no longer panting.

He had long noticed that the metallic feeling of Long Yuan in Xiao Mo's hand was too strong, and there was no soul power fluctuation at all, which completely went against the characteristics of the martial soul.

"What!"

Just when Gu Rong exclaimed, Chen Xin's Wan Jian Guizong had already rushed in front of Xiao Mo.

Looking at it, Xiao Mo was like a boat stuck in the ocean. It seemed that in the next moment, he would be swallowed up by the waves composed of countless sharp swords.

Dang Dang Dang!
Chapter completed!