Lingyun Swordplay

Seven Kill Sword Douluo Chen Xin VS Frost Fist Douluo Wriothesley!

Today's battle was destined to go down in history!

Seven Kill Sword Qi and frost intertwined, like a tempest sweeping out from within a blizzard.

Against such a powerful opponent, how could he be considered to be giving it his all without using his signature skills?

Sword Douluo's sword intent surged severalfold in an instant.

Nearly ninety percent of his Seven Kill Sword Qi gathered upon the blade like muffled thunder, poised to erupt with astonishing power at any moment.

At this moment, Chen Xin was surrounded by gleaming sword qi like scattered stars. Each strand contained nine layers of sword intent, radiating a sword domain that made one tremble. Imagine every wisp of sword qi as a razor-sharp edge, ready to tear through the air and effortlessly grievously wound an ordinary Title Douluo. That was the power of Sword Douluo.

Though he had remained at the peak of Rank 96 for a long time, that did not mean Chen Xin had stopped improving. He had been silently waiting for an opportunity, a chance to break through Rank 96. Just one step away from Rank 97, anticipation and longing burned in his heart, as though he could already touch that brand-new realm.

Over the years, he had made ample preparations for this very moment. Now, as he mobilized all the aura within him, that dense sword intent, almost tangible to the touch, immediately condensed around him into a massive vortex of sword qi, like a swordstorm about to sweep forth. The air was filled with the scent of sword qi, stirring the blood as though awaiting fate's call.

Though both had mastery over aura, Chen Xin's sword aura was completely different from Wriothesley's aura.

Wriothesley's power was formidable as well, but Chen Xin's sword aura was far sharper.

It could be said that Chen Xin was holding nothing back with this move, bringing out every last bit of his strength.

"Lingyun Ambition: Following Wind Swordplay—"

As the strongest single-target attack Martial Soul, the Seven Kill Sword did not lack a legacy; its legacy was simply scarce.

The Upper Three Sects were not only the three powerful sect forces of Douluo Continent, but also represented the three most supreme Martial Souls. Yet because the Upper Three Sects had extensive Martial Soul inheritances and many members, they were also known as the Heaven Three Sects.

Where there was heaven, there was naturally earth.

Like the Heaven Three Sects, the Earth Three Sects also possessed inherited Martial Souls. However, these Martial Souls were rather special, passed down one person per generation, which made them exceptionally low-profile. As a result, people were far less familiar with the Earth Three Sects than with the Heaven Three Sects.

Still, though the Earth Three Sects had few members, as the old saying went—quality matters more than quantity.

The scarcer something was, the more it represented rarity and strength.

The Seven Kill Sword was just such a case.

If the Seven Kill Sword had as many Martial Soul wielders as the Clear Sky Hammer, then the title of the world's number one Tool Martial Soul would not be for that blacksmith's hammer, the Clear Sky Hammer, to decide.

And without Tang Chen, what the hell was the Clear Sky Hammer anyway?

Though the Seven Kill Sword's inheritance was scarce, its destructive power could absolutely rank among the top three in the Douluo world.

And this set of Lingyun Ambition came from the legacy engraved into the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul.

"Hoo—" Fierce sword qi rushed toward them, making it hard to breathe.

"Is Uncle Jian going to use that move?" Ning Fengzhi did not know much about the Seven Kill Sword's inheritance, but after knowing him for so long, he naturally understood some of it.

Lingyun Ambition—Following Wind Swordplay consisted of seven swords. Each sword was fiercer and sharper than the last. Even when Gu Rong sparred with Chen Xin, he could barely block one or two moves; for the remaining moves, he had to defend with all his strength.

"This is Uncle Jian's strongest offensive technique, right? Wriothesley will probably find it difficult to withstand this strike. After all, these were the seven swords that even he had once been unable to break through!"

"But the Duke is no ordinary man either. So who will win this round—the Seven Kill Sword or Wriothesley?"

On the ground, countless blades of grass were lifted by Chen Xin's Soul Power. A closer look would reveal that the originally soft grass had become incomparably sharp in that instant, capable of piercing human skin directly!

The grass swirled around Chen Xin, forming a massive cage of wind.

Sword intent formed an exceedingly strange current within the wind. These currents flowed with the movement of his hand, as though an invisible thread connected them to his wrist. His movements became profoundly mysterious, smooth and natural like flowing clouds and running water, yet carrying a wild quality. It seemed as though his entire body had become a peerless sharp sword.

"Shooting Star Chasing the Moon! Nineteen States in an Instant!"

Chen Xin, whose momentum had been building, charged straight at Wriothesley. His sword, carrying endless wind intent, carved an arc through the air and arrived before Wriothesley in an instant.

At that moment, even Ning Fengzhi could not help but grow tense, because he knew Wriothesley's next move was crucial.

Metal Gauntlets appeared. Facing this terrifying sword strike, Wriothesley had no intention of dodging. He met the powerful attack in an almost straightforward manner, using his fists to confront Chen Xin's sword.

"Let's begin!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch, and the God's Eye on his back lit up.

The incoming grass blades began freezing at a visible rate, then shattered into fragments and drifted away.

Seeing this, Chen Xin did not panic in the slightest, because this was precisely the scene he most wanted to see.

The scattered grass fragments gathered and swirled once more under Chen Xin's Soul Power.

"Lingyun Ambition: Following Wind Swordplay—"

The second sword—identical movement, identical aura, equally ferocious.

Chen Xin's figure seemed to merge into the wind as all the grass blades carrying ice crystals shot straight toward Wriothesley.

"Myriad Swords Concealed! Do Not Disturb the Mortal World!"

Wriothesley looked at those grass blades that were like sharp blades and stood motionless, clenching both fists before smashing them viciously into the ground.

"Freeze!"

He could have defeated Chen Xin directly with a single punch, but the purpose of today's spar was to help Chen Xin improve. If he simply knocked him flying with one punch, what would be the point?

An Ice Wall instantly rose between Wriothesley and Chen Xin. The God's Eye behind Wriothesley shone as countless afterimages appeared behind the Ice Wall, crushing the incoming grass blades.

The next moment!

The third sword of Lingyun Ambition arrived!

Chen Xin's figure seemed to sweep down from the sky, landing directly atop the Ice Wall. Then came the fourth sword, followed immediately by the fifth!

"Hoo—"

As the final sword flash swept past, a figure descended. Chen Xin's face was pale, and a trace of blood stained the corner of his mouth, but his gaze remained incomparably resolute.

"The next sword! Catch it!"

Perhaps realizing that Wriothesley had yet to use his full strength, Ning Fengzhi still summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Though using a cheat was a little unfair, this was not a life-or-death battle, only a spar. So, for Chen Xin to improve sooner, Ning Fengzhi used it anyway.