The Sword Douluo with the One-Armed Arm

Chapter 43 The Sword Douluo with the One-Armed Arm

"Buzz!!!"

The Seven Kill Sword pierced through the air, its sword energy crisscrossing, as if the space itself had been torn apart.

However, Lan Minghua only slightly raised his head, and then his arm was covered with a layer of dragon scales.

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

With a single claw strike, a clang rang out, and the Seven Kill Sword was grasped by Lan Minghua as if it were a toy.

"How is this possible? My full-force sword strike was blocked so easily!"

Sword Douluo's eyes widened as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Lan Minghua ignored his shock and weighed the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.

It's so light, too light.

Lan Minghua's first impression of the Seven Kill Sword was that it was very light.

How so?

All I can say is, it truly lives up to its reputation as a fantasy sewer.

As the man who inherited the Nine Yellow Sword, Lan Minghua began to evaluate the Sword Douluo's swordsmanship.

"Old man, let me tell you, a sword isn't supposed to be so light. Your sword is too light. Let me teach you how to use a sword!"

Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo's expression changed drastically, and anger flared in his eyes.

"My title is Sword, and I am the strongest swordsman on the continent. Who do you think you are, to presume to teach me how to wield a sword!"

Sword Douluo let out a low roar, his body radiating sword energy.

Then, he made a sword-finger gesture and suddenly pointed at Lan Minghua.

In an instant, the sword energy behind him transformed into countless sharp swords, raining down on Lan Minghua like arrows.

With this move, sword energy surged and sword light shone like a rainbow.

Zhao Wuji and the others felt a strong aura of death emanating from it, as if their skin was about to be sliced ​​open by the sword energy.

However, Lan Minghua merely raised his eyes slightly, looking at the rain of swords filling the sky, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"You say I don't know how to use a sword? Then I'll show you what true swordsmanship is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Minghua flung the Seven Kill Sword back and casually waved his hand.

Suddenly, an even more domineering sword aura erupted from his body, and the world fell silent for a moment.

The originally menacing rain of swords was instantly dispersed when it met the even more powerful sword energy.

With the help of the Seven Kill Sword that flew back, Sword Douluo's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and he quickly held his sword horizontally in front of him to block it.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, Sword Douluo was blasted away, tumbling several times in the air before landing awkwardly on the ground.

"H-How is this possible?!"

Sword Douluo's pupils widened in shock. He felt his sword being completely suppressed, leaving him no room to resist.

He didn't even realize that a trickle of blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Lan Minghua raised his hand and summoned the Peerless Sword Box out of thin air.

"Old man, watch closely. This is how you use a sword. Sword One: One strike cuts through the dust, like a dragon or snake."

He slapped the Peerless Sword Box with his palm, and the two sides of the box suddenly opened up, revealing a series of incomparably sharp swords lying quietly inside.

Lan Minghua reached out and drew a long sword out of its case. The sword moved like a dragon or snake, and its sword energy soared into the sky.

The longsword sped forward, a sword aura like a dragon and snake, carrying a world-destroying power, heading straight for Sword Douluo.

Wherever the longsword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Sword Douluo's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block, his sword energy meeting the flying sword.

However, his sword energy was as thin as paper in front of Lan Minghua's sword energy, and was torn to shreds in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the longsword struck the Seven Kill Sword.

"clang!!!"

With a loud bang, Sword Douluo felt an irresistible force coming from the sword.

In the next instant, he felt as if he had been pierced by a thousand swords, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

The Seven Kill Sword in his hand chipped, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the hilt.

Lan Minghua glanced at the Sword Douluo lying on the ground and said calmly, "The way of the sword is not about strength, but about the mind. If your mind is not calm, your sword will not be pure."

Sword Douluo knelt on one knee, blood dripping from his tiger's mouth, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

But a flame of unwillingness still burned in his eyes, refusing to believe that he had no chance of winning.

He slowly stood up and tightly gripped the chipped Seven Kill Sword in his hand.

"I refuse to accept this!" Sword Douluo roared, his voice hoarse but resolute.

His body suddenly lunged forward, like a wounded wild beast, charging towards Lan Minghua with its last ounce of madness.

Although the Seven Kill Sword had a nick, Sword Douluo's aura reached its peak at that moment.

"Grandpa Jian, kill him! Kill him for me!" Ning Rongrong cried bitterly, still wanting someone to kill Lan Minghua.

However, Lan Minghua stood quietly, his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy.

Sword energy surged around him, and the second sword in the box was drawn.

A look of madness flashed in Sword Douluo's eyes, and his ninth spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Divine and Demonic Slash!"

In an instant, two enormous sword energies, one black and one white, shot out from the sky and slashed straight at Lan Minghua.

However, Lan Minghua did not sit idly by and wait for his fate. He softly recited, "Sword Two, Yin and Yang give birth to twin lotus flowers."

Two long swords flew through the air, meeting Sword Douluo's black and white sword energies.

However, the moment the longsword clashed with the black and white sword energies, the outcome was decided.

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The black and white sword energies were shattered in an instant, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into the air.

Sword Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted, unable to believe his eyes.

His ninth soul skill, his strongest attack, was so easily dismantled.

Lan Minghua's lips curled up slightly; his Sword Two Twin Lotus was not just limited to this level.

Before Sword Douluo could react, two longswords flashed past like lightning.

He felt a chill on his arms, followed by a sharp, piercing pain.

Looking down, he saw that both arms had been severed at the shoulders, and blood was gushing out.

"ah!!!"

Sword Douluo realized what was happening too late and screamed in agony as he looked up at the sky.

"Grandpa Sword!"

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale, and she covered her mouth as she ran up.

Seeing Sword Douluo in such a miserable state filled me with immense sorrow.

She thought that even if she threw a tantrum this time, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo would still be able to smooth things over for her.

However, Ning Rongrong misjudged Lan Minghua's strength and personality, leading to Ning Fengzhi's death.

Even the level 96 Sword Douluo had his arms cut off by Lan Minghua using his most proficient sword technique, rendering him a cripple.

Now she regrets it, she regrets it terribly.

Ning Rongrong felt immense guilt, believing that everything was her fault.

If I hadn't thrown a tantrum like a spoiled princess, my father wouldn't have died, and Grandpa Jian wouldn't have had his arms cut off.

Seeing her expression, Lan Minghua understood and inwardly sneered.

Who do you think you are, Ning Rongrong? You don't really think you can make me angry with just a few words of slander, do you?

The reason I acted so swiftly is mainly because your father, Ning Fengzhi, is just too annoying.

They're always scheming and plotting against this and that, thinking their schemes are flawless.

Others might say it's because he's the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and he has two Title Douluos by his side.

Even if they realized it, they were powerless to stop him from making his underhanded moves.

But I'm not going to tolerate his bad habit. He's really trying to take advantage of me. If I don't kill him, I'll keep him around for the New Year.

In short, neither Ning Fengzhi's death nor Sword Douluo's crippling has much to do with you, Ning Rongrong. Don't be too presumptuous.

Lan Minghua glanced at the Sword Douluo who had lost his willpower, and did not continue to attack him.

Because there's no need for it anymore.

His sword, his hands, his pride—all were shattered in that instant.

Why not spare his life and enhance the reputation of the Tianlong Gang?

Lan Minghua simply waved to Zhao Wuji and said softly, "Old Zhao, go and recover from your injuries first. Remember to treat me to a drink when you're better."

After saying that, he led Wu Song and the other three back to his dormitory, leaving the Shrek students speechless.

Yu Xiaogang watched Lan Minghua's retreating figure, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

At the same time, the ghosts and Yue Guan in the Spirit Hall regained consciousness.

Upon seeing this, Bibi Dong quickly asked, "Yue Guan Gui Mei, what exactly happened to you during this time?"

Upon seeing Bibi Dong, Yue Guan let out a mournful roar.

"Your Holiness, the continent is about to change!"

(End of this chapter)