Chapter 43 The One-Armed Sword Douluo
"Whoosh!!!"
The Seven Kill Sword pierced through the air, its sword energy crisscrossing, seemingly tearing apart space itself.
However, Lan Minghua merely raised his head slightly, and then a layer of dragon scales covered his arm.
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
With a single claw strike, a clang rang out, and the Seven Kill Sword was caught in Lan Minghua's hand like a toy.
"How is this possible? I poured all my strength into this sword strike, and it was blocked so easily!"
The 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.
Light, too light.
Lan Minghua's first impression of the Seven Kill Sword was that it was extremely light.
How to put it?
It's truly worthy of being a bottom-tier sword in fantasy novels.
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 so weightless. Your sword is too light. Let me teach you how to use a sword!"
Sword Douluo's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, his eyes blazing with anger.
"I am known as the Sword, the strongest swordsman on the continent. What are you to dare teach me how to use a sword!"
Sword Douluo roared, his body radiating sword energy.
Then, he formed a sword finger and pointed it sharply 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 crisscrossed, and sword light shone like rainbows.
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, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
"You say I don't know how to use a sword? Then let me show you what true swordsmanship is."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Minghua flung the Seven Kill Sword back and casually flicked his wrist.
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 by the more powerful sword aura.
Sword Douluo, using the Seven Kill Sword that flew back, suddenly narrowed his pupils to pinpoints and hurriedly held his sword in front of him to block.
"Boom!!!"
With a loud bang, Sword Douluo was blasted away, tumbling several times in the air before landing awkwardly on the ground.
"How...how is this possible?!"
Sword Douluo's pupils trembled violently. He felt his sword had just been completely suppressed, without even a chance to resist.
And he didn't even notice that a trace of blood had seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Lan Minghua raised his hand and the Peerless Sword Box appeared out of thin air.
"Old man, watch carefully, this is how you use a sword. Sword One, one sword to cleave the dust and let dragons and snakes run free."
He slapped the Peerless Sword Box with his palm, and the two sides of the Peerless Sword Box suddenly opened up, revealing a series of incomparably sharp swords lying quietly inside.
Lan Minghua gestured, and a longsword flew out of its scabbard. The blade slithered like a dragon, its sword energy soaring into the sky.
The longsword hurtled forward, its sword energy, like a dragon and snake, carrying a world-destroying force, hurtling straight towards Sword Douluo.
Wherever the longsword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.
Sword Douluo's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block, his own sword energy meeting the oncoming longsword.
However, his sword energy was like paper before Lan Minghua's sword energy, instantly torn apart.
In the blink of an eye, the longsword struck the Seven Kill Sword.
"Clang!!!"
A deafening sound rang out, and Sword Douluo felt an irresistible force emanating from the sword.
The next instant, he felt as if pierced by a thousand swords, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Chips appeared on the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped from the hilt.
Lan Minghua glanced at the Sword Douluo lying on the ground and said calmly, "The way of the sword lies not in strength, but in the heart. Your heart is not calm, so your sword is not pure."
The Sword Douluo knelt on one knee, blood dripping from his tiger's mouth, staining the ground beneath his feet.
Yet, his eyes still burned with the flames of unwillingness, refusing to believe he had no chance of winning.
He slowly stood up, gripping the chipped Seven Kill Sword tightly in his hand.
"I refuse to accept this!" the Sword Douluo roared, his voice hoarse and resolute. His body lunged forward, like a wounded beast, charging towards Lan Minghua with a final frenzy.
Although the Seven Kill Sword was chipped, Sword Douluo's aura reached its peak at this moment.
"Grandpa Sword, kill him! Kill him for me!" Ning Rongrong cried bitterly, still wanting Lan Minghua killed.
However, Lan Minghua stood calmly, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow. Sword
energy surged around him, and the second sword in the scabbard was drawn.
A mad glint flashed in Sword Douluo's eyes, and his ninth soul 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, slashing straight at Lan Minghua.
However, Lan Minghua did not sit idly by and wait for death. He softly chanted, "Sword Two, Yin and Yang, Twin Lotus."
Two longswords flew across the sky, meeting Sword Douluo's black and white sword energies.
However, the moment the longswords collided with the black and white sword energies, the outcome was decided.
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 contracted sharply, unable to believe his eyes.
His ninth soul skill, his strongest attack, had been so easily dismantled.
Lan Minghua's lips curled slightly; his Sword II Twin Lotus was far more powerful than this.
Before Sword Douluo could react, two longswords flashed past like lightning.
He felt a chill on his arms, followed by a piercing pain.
Looking down, he saw that both arms had been severed at the shoulders, blood gushing out.
"Ah!!!"
Sword Douluo belatedly realized what had happened and screamed in agony.
"Grandpa Sword!"
Ning Rongrong, her face pale, covered her mouth and ran over.
Seeing Sword Douluo's miserable state, she felt an overwhelming sadness.
She had 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 had misjudged Lan Minghua's strength and personality, leading to Ning Fengzhi's death.
Even a level 96 Sword Douluo had his arms severed by Lan Minghua using his most proficient sword technique, rendering him a cripple.
Now she regretted it, deeply regretted it.
Ning Rongrong believed it was all her fault and felt immense self-blame.
If she hadn't acted like a spoiled young lady, her father wouldn't have died, and her Sword Grandpa 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 anger me with a few slanderous words, do you?
The reason I acted so swiftly is mainly because your father, Ning Fengzhi, is too annoying.
Always scheming against this and that, thinking his schemes are flawless.
Others might see through his schemes because he's the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, with two Title Douluos by his side.
Even if they see through him, they can only let him do his dirty work because they are stronger than him.
But I won't tolerate his bad habits. He's scheming right in front of me; why keep him around if I don't kill him?
In short, neither Ning Fengzhi's death nor Sword Douluo's crippling has much to do with you, Ning Rongrong. Don't be so presumptuous.
Lan Minghua glanced at the disheartened Sword Douluo and didn't continue to attack him.
Because there was no need.
His sword, his hand, his pride, were all shattered at this moment.
Sparing his life would also enhance the reputation of the Heavenly Dragon Gang, so why not?
Lan Minghua simply waved to Zhao Wuji and said softly, "Old Zhao, go and recover 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 Academy members dumbfounded.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Lan Minghua's back, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
At the same time, Ghost and Yue Guan in the Spirit Hall woke up.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong quickly asked, "Yue Guan and Ghost, what exactly happened to you during this time?"
Seeing Bibi Dong, Yue Guan cried out with a mournful face.
"Your Holiness, the continent is about to undergo a dramatic change!"
(End of Chapter)
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