The hall fell silent.
Sword Douluo stood opposite Gu Linyuan, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his cloudy old eyes shining brightly.
He didn't draw his sword, he just stood there.
The whole person is like a sharp blade in a sheath, calm and silent, but people dare not look directly at it.
"Linyuan, I'm going to take action."
Sword Douluo's fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword.
An invisible sword intent surged out of his body, rushing toward Gu Linyuan like a tide.
It's not an attack. It's a suppression.
Sword Douluo's sword intention does not have murderous intent, but is heavier than murderous intent, pressing on the human body like an invisible mountain.
Gu Linyuan stood where he was, not moving.
The sword fell on him, but he didn't move at all.
The moon-white robe fluttered slightly in the calm wind, and then returned to calm.
Sword Douluo's brows frowned slightly. He added another strength.
Gu Linyuan still hasn't moved.
"It's interesting."
Sword Douluo said.
"Come again."
He added another strength.
This time he used 60% of his sword intent.
The air in the hall became solemn, and fine cracks appeared on the ground, spreading from Sword Douluo's feet to Gu Linyuan.
Those cracks seemed to be drawn by an invisible sword, straight and sharp.
Gu Linyuan raised his left hand.
With his palms facing down and his fingers slightly open, an invisible breath surged out of his body.
Not Soul Power.
It's Dragon Qi!
The golden aura lingered around him, like an invisible dragon entrenched beside him.
That aura was as thick as a mountain and as majestic as a mountain, blocking Sword Douluo's sword intent three inches in front of him.
"What is this?"
Sword Douluo was shocked.
Gu Linyuan was actually able to block his own sword intention.
Moreover, the aura exuding from his body made him feel a little depressed.
That's another kind of power.
Sword intent is a special kind of energy. And the same is what Gu Linyuan exudes.
Gu Rong stood aside, clutching the crutch with his skinny fingers.
He felt the Dragon Qi surge out of Gu Linyuan's body, and his face was full of disbelief.
"Is this... the breath of a dragon?"
Ning Fengzhi said nothing, his eyes kept falling on Gu Linyuan.
He felt that the boy was becoming more and more unfamiliar.
When Gu Linyuan stood in front of him before, he felt that he could see through the other person's mind and predict the other person's growth.
Now he can't see anything.
Ning Rongrong leaned against the pillar with complicated eyes.
She knew that Gu Linyuan was very strong, but she didn't expect that he could be so strong. He could face Sword Douluo's sword power without changing his expression.
Sword Douluo's fingers rubbed the hilt of the sword twice.
He withdrew his sword intent, and the pressure in the hall suddenly disappeared.
Those fine cracks stayed in place and did not spread any further.
"Grandpa Jian. Aren't you still top-notch?"
Gu Linyuan asked.
"Don't pull out."
"My sword will see blood when it is unsheathed. I am not here to see blood today."
Gu Linyuan smiled.
"Then how do you fight me?"
Sword Douluo loosened the hilt of the sword and let his hands hang by his sides.
"Use your fists."
Gu Linyuan nodded and moved his wrist.
If we fight with fists and kicks, I may not lose.
"Okay."
Sword Douluo moved.
It's not about rushing towards Gu Linyuan, it's about taking a step forward.
In just one step, his whole temperament completely changed.
He is no longer the white-haired old man, but an unsheathed sword.
He raised his right hand and pointed it like a sword, pointing towards Gu Linyuan.
The fingertips glowed with white light. The light was very thin and bright, like a silver needle compressed to the extreme, leaving a straight trace in the air.
There was no wind, no sound, just the white line shooting towards Gu Linyuan's eyebrows.
Gu Linyuan turned sideways, and the white line passed by his ear and hit the pillar behind him.
The pillar made a muffled sound, and a small hole appeared on the surface. The hole was as smooth as if it had been polished.
He glanced sideways, then turned back, his eyes falling on Sword Douluo.
"What a fast sword."
"Can you actually turn your fist into a sword?"
Gu Linyuan surprised.
Sword Douluo's kendo attainments should be the most top-notch in the mainland.
Sword Douluo did not stop, the second pointer came out.
This time it was faster than before, and the white line left an afterimage as it passed through the air.
Gu Linyuan Raise your hand, palm facing outward, fingers spread.
Dragon Qi surged out from the palm and turned into a golden barrier. The white line hit the barrier and made a clear sound, like someone striking a fine copper bell.
Gu Rong's pupils shrank suddenly.
He felt the pressure coming from the golden barrier, which made his heart feel as if someone was holding it, making him unable to breathe.
He has never felt this kind of aura from Gu Linyuan, something more powerful than him.
"How did he do it..."
Gu Rong's voice is hoarse.
Ning Fengzhi's brows furrowed even more tightly.
He knew that Gu Linyuan was very powerful, but the strength that Gu Linyuan was showing in front of him now was too powerful.
He feels that Gu Linyuan is now even comparable to Soul Douluo.
"Zhao Wuji seems to have died in the hands of Linyuan. At that time, his strength reached the level of Soul Saint. But now, he has improved again."
Ning Fengzhi feels mixed emotions.
He didn't know why Gu Linyuan became so strong in a short period of time, but the facts were right in front of him.
Gu Linyuan blocked the second finger.
The third finger of Sword Douluo has arrived.
The white light on the fingertips was twice as thick as before, faster and more powerful. The sound of breaking through the air exploded at the fingertips, making a sharp whistling sound.
Gu Linyuan did not block again.
He stepped forward and made a fist with his right hand. Dragon Qi condensed into a ball of golden light on the surface of his fist and blasted towards Sword Douluo's fingertips.
Fist fingers connected.
The golden light collided with the white sword intention, making a dull sound.
The air waves spread in all directions, overturning the tables and chairs in the hall, blowing down the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and kicking up the dust on the ground.
Ning Fengzhi raised his hand to block in front of his face and leaned back slightly.
"These two people..."
Ning Rongrong leaned against the pillar, his legs feeling a little weak.
The dust slowly dispersed.
Gu Linyuan stood in the center of the hall, his right fist still in the punching position. There were faint golden lines flowing on the surface of the fist, like the heat marks left on red-hot iron.
His breathing was steady, there was no sweat on his forehead, and there was no change in his face.
Sword Douluo stood there, the white light on his fingertips had dissipated.
He looked down at his fingers, and there was a faint red mark on his fingertips, as if he had been burned by something.
He raised his head, looked at Gu Linyuan, and was silent for a long time.
"What is your current level of cultivation?"
"Level 48."
"The punch you just gave, even if the Titan came, would only be of this level."
Chen Xin looks complicated.
Once upon a time, he didn't like Gu Linyuan at all.
He didn't want Ning Rongrong's youth to be wasted on Gu Linyuan.
Now, it seems, he was wrong.