Sword Dao Chen Xin

Xiao Wu was still his woman, so Luo Yan could not possibly stand on the side of Ning Rongrong.

"After putting on this necklace, my Xiao Wu looks even more beautiful!"

While Chen Xin was helping Ning Rongrong stabilize her injuries, Luo Yan grinned as he helped Xiao Wu put on the necklace, not forgetting to offer a compliment.

After saying this, Luo Yan pulled Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing to the side, behind him.

At the same time, he leaned in and whispered into their ears: "If a fight breaks out in a moment, the two of you must keep your distance and don't get close!"

"Brother Luo Yan..."

Xiao Wu had just wanted to say something when she was interrupted by a look from Luo Yan.

"Zhuqing, keep a hold of Xiao Wu in a moment; don't let her be impulsive. The person opposite is Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and I don't want you two to get hurt!"

Seeing the look of defiance in Xiao Wu's eyes, Luo Yan gave Zhu Zhuqing a specific instruction.

"Luo Yan, don't worry, I will keep an eye on Xiao Wu!"

Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, then grabbed Xiao Wu's arm with one hand.

At this moment, Chen Xin finished stabilizing Ning Rongrong's injuries and looked toward Luo Yan's side, his eyes filled with killing intent.

This also caused countless sword intents to swirl around his body.

[Ning Rongrong has been heavily injured by Xiao Wu; Chen Xin has developed killing intent toward you, Resentment Points +15,482,440!]

[Chen Xin suspects that you instigated Xiao Wu to attack Ning Rongrong, Resentment Points +11,111,111!]

It was Ning Rongrong who attacked first; Xiao Wu was merely defending herself by instinct...

Hearing the electronic notification in his mind, Luo Yan was slightly stunned.

"I didn't expect that just by going out, the gap in Resentment Points would be filled. It is a matter of time and fate; as expected, things come when they are meant to!"

Thinking that a small goal had finally been achieved, the corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily.

Yet, in Chen Xin's eyes, this smile confirmed his suspicion: Luo Yan had instigated Xiao Wu to make the move.

Ning Rongrong was someone he and Ning Fengzhi had raised with the utmost care, afraid she would break if held in their hands or melt if kept in their mouths.

Not to mention being injured, she had never even suffered a grievance before.

Now that she had been heavily injured by an outsider, Chen Xin felt a deep pain in his heart.

"You are courting death!"

"Seven Kill!"

Thinking of this, Chen Xin no longer suppressed his killing intent.

A primitive long sword, about two meters long and half a foot wide, appeared in his hand. Correspondingly, nine soul rings—two yellow, three purple, and four black—emerged beneath his feet.

Since the plot point where he loses his arm had not yet arrived, the current Sword Douluo Chen Xin was still a level 96 Super Douluo.

His martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword, had also not yet evolved again.

However, the strength he could exert was still no weaker than a level 97 peak Douluo.

Precisely because of this, the moment Luo Yan saw Chen Xin release his martial soul, his expression grew a few degrees more solemn.

The onlookers who had originally intended to watch the spectacle all scattered in a rush upon seeing the nine soul rings on Chen Xin's body.

"Zhuqing, stay far away with Xiao Wu. Da Ming, Er Ming, assist me!"

Chen Xin's strength was definitely stronger than the Tang Hao he had encountered before, and Luo Yan did not want to have to use the Bloodline Soul Guide again.

Bang!

The aura from Luo Yan, Da Ming, and Er Ming instantly erupted, confronting Chen Xin opposite them.

Feeling the aura from the three of them, Chen Xin frowned once more.

He was also somewhat puzzled in his heart; Luo Yan looked only a few years older than Ning Rongrong, yet the aura on his body was no weaker than a Title Douluo.

However, Chen Xin did not retreat because of the strength the three had displayed.

"I don't care who you are. Since you hurt Rongrong, leave an arm behind!"

"Let me see what you have to stand before me! First Soul Skill, Long Sword Sharpens!"

The long sword in his hand was thrown by Chen Xin, carrying majestic soul power as it pierced toward Luo Yan.

Midway, the primitive long sword suddenly split into three, and the aura on the swords was not evenly divided.

Seeing this, a long sword manifested from spiritual power appeared in Luo Yan's hand, Da Ming held a long spear, and two gauntlets appeared on Er Ming's fists.

The three of them charged toward Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword.

Bang!

This was only Chen Xin's first soul skill and could not yet injure Luo Yan and the others; it was easily neutralized by Luo Yan.

"Interesting. Let me experience the strength of the Sword Dao of Chen Xin!"

"Thunder Control Technique!"

From the look in Chen Xin's eyes, Luo Yan could tell that the other party would absolutely not let this matter rest, so he stopped holding back.

The spiritual longsword slowly rose, its tip pointing toward the vast sky.

The previously cloudless blue sky was quickly overtaken by a dark cloud, which hung directly above Luo Yan.

Countless bolts of lightning coiled within the dark cloud; unlike normal white lightning, the electricity surging across the entire cloud was purple!

Then, a single bolt of purple lightning descended, merging into the longsword held in Luo Yan's hand.

In an instant, the purple lightning spiraled continuously around the longsword, resembling a dragon.

Da Ming and Er Ming, who were beside Luo Yan, had not yet comprehended their own divine abilities, so they could only rely on the simple application of spiritual power.

On the other side, the Seven Kill Sword had already returned to Chen Xin's hand.

Watching the lightning on Luo Yan's sword, his eyes narrowed slightly before he picked up Ning Rongrong and tossed her toward the distance.

A disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stationed in Suotuo City jumped out from afar and caught Ning Rongrong.

Just as Luo Yan worried about Xiao Wu and the others, he was also concerned that Ning Rongrong might be caught in the crossfire of their battle.

"Hmph, my Seven Kill Sword hasn't tasted blood in a long time!"

"Fourth Soul Skill, Killing Intent Exposed!"

Chen Xin's fourth soul ring lit up, and the soul power aura around his body transformed into killing intent, swirling continuously around him.

Any soul master below the Soul Ancestor level would likely be shredded by this killing intent if they dared to approach.

"Third Soul Skill, Sword Wings Like Flight!"

A simple, ancient longsword appeared beneath Chen Xin's feet once more.

Stepping onto the sword, his figure vanished from his original spot, and the next second, Chen Xin appeared before Luo Yan, thrusting his sword forward.

Clang!

Fortunately, Luo Yan reacted quickly, parrying Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword with his own.

He then took the opportunity to drive his left arm toward Chen Xin, intending to land an elbow strike.

However, Chen Xin's reaction was equally swift, and he caught the blow with his other hand.

Yet, he had underestimated the strength of Luo Yan's physical body; he was struck with immense force, and although he managed to dissipate the impact, he was still forced back several meters.

Chen Xin became even more cautious.

"So, the continent's number one offensive Title Douluo is nothing more than this!"

Luo Yan let out a loud laugh.

Gripping his lightning-wreathed longsword, he pressed the attack, giving Chen Xin no time to react.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Luo Yan took the initiative to attack, while Chen Xin was forced into a passive defense.

Unfortunately, aside from his own bloodline divine abilities, Luo Yan lacked other sword techniques, so he could not directly suppress Chen Xin.

Once Da Ming and Er Ming caught up, they could only barely manage to prevent Chen Xin from launching a counterattack.

"Hmph! Second Soul Skill, Spirit Sword Protection!"

Seeing himself being continuously pushed back by the trio, Chen Xin activated another soul skill.

The sword qi on his body suddenly condensed into a protective barrier, wrapping his entire form within it.

Luo Yan, Da Ming, and Er Ming could only strike against the barrier.

Chen Xin seized the opportunity to create distance. Standing once again upon the Seven Kill Sword, it carried him into the air: "Kid, you forced my hand!"

"Sixth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"