Chapter 67 Sword Douluo Suffers a Crushing Defeat! Shrek Academy is Terrified! Ning Fengzhi Makes His Move!
On the other side, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance.
They both saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.
fear.
Pure, unadulterated fear.
The color drained from Ning Rongrong's pretty face, and her delicate body trembled slightly.
Zhu Zhuqing, standing beside her, had a hot figure and a cool demeanor, but at this moment, her cat-like eyes were also filled with shock.
They have shapely figures and long, straight legs.
What was once the most beautiful scenery in the world appears pale and powerless in the face of absolute power.
"Grandpa Jian... he actually..."
Ning Rongrong's voice was very soft, with a sob in it, as if she were talking in her sleep.
"He...he couldn't even beat him..."
That's Grandpa Sword!
It is one of the two pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and an invincible myth in her heart!
But now, this myth has been shattered in a single move.
The invisible aura emanating from Qian Daobai was like an invisible mountain, making it hard for them to breathe.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing...
These once high-spirited and promising young men now huddled together in fear.
Like a fledgling bird shivering in the cold wind, trying to draw a tiny bit of warmth from its companions.
"What...what else can we do?"
Ning Rongrong turned her head, with a glimmer of hope, and looked at Tang San, the backbone of the team.
Tang San fell silent.
What can he do?
He didn't know.
His gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the white-clad man not far away.
The man still stood holding his sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.
The Sword Douluo he defeated collapsed beside the Seven Kill Sword that had been carelessly discarded.
His chest was stained red with blood, he was weak and listless, and his face was full of pain and resentment.
Ning Rongrong followed his gaze and saw the pained expression on Grandpa Jian's face. Her heart ached, and she grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's hand in terror.
The cold touch did nothing to alleviate the fear in her heart.
"Third Brother."
Dai Mubai suddenly tugged at Tang San's sleeve, lowered his voice, and his tone trembled slightly.
"Let's... go first."
He leaned close to Tang San's ear and spoke quickly.
"If we stay, we can't do anything; we'll just be throwing our lives away."
Tang San's body trembled slightly.
He glanced at Dai Mubai, then at the Sword Douluo, whom he deeply respected, who lay on the ground, unable to get up.
What Dai Mubai said was true.
What can they do if they stay?
Lacking sufficient strength, they couldn't even withstand the aftershocks of a battle at this level, let alone help their seniors.
I simply... can't beat him.
Tang San pursed his lips tightly, his heart filled with humiliation and resentment.
"We can only leave now and make further plans later," Dai Mubai continued to persuade.
a long time.
Tang San nodded slowly, his voice hoarse.
"Walk."
Upon receiving Tang San's affirmation, Ning Rongrong's eyes revealed deep sorrow.
She looked in the direction of Sword Douluo, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Grandpa Jian, don't worry..."
"Rongrong...Rongrong will definitely find someone to save you!"
After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to look at him again, lowered her head, and suddenly turned around.
Without the slightest hesitation, the group used all their strength to flee quickly toward the mansion's gate without looking back.
Their disheveled appearance was a stark and ironic contrast to their earlier aggressive demeanor.
Qian Daobai's gaze returned to Sword Douluo.
The blade of the Demon-Slaying Sword hummed softly, and the terrifying aura it emitted caused Sword Douluo's body to involuntarily tense up.
There's nowhere to hide.
There was nothing they could do to avoid it.
Sword Douluo stared wide-eyed at the unbelievably calm young man.
For the first time, in front of someone, he felt so clearly that his life was threatened.
The sword energy that had invaded his body continued to rage wildly, preventing him from gathering even a trace of soul power, and making it impossible for him to even move his feet.
The excruciating pain from the wound intertwined with the overwhelming shock in my heart.
This made him, a titled Douluo who had been famous for decades, look extremely disheveled.
At that very moment.
Two figures appeared silently in the courtyard, like ghosts.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a handsome face and refined demeanor, dressed in a plain-colored long robe.
It was Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Beside him stood a gaunt old man, as thin as a bamboo pole, none other than Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, who was on par with Sword Douluo.
"Dust Heart!"
As soon as Ning Fengzhi appeared, he saw Sword Douluo lying on the ground.
His expression changed drastically, and he flashed to his side, helping him up.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong followed closely behind, solemnly surveying his surroundings.
When he saw the thousands of sword shadows hanging in the sky, and the white-clad youth standing with a sword in his hand, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
"Sect Master, I'm alright..."
With Ning Fengzhi's help, Sword Douluo managed to sit cross-legged and began to regulate the chaotic soul power within his body.
Ning Fengzhi knew that Sword Douluo had promised Rongrong that he would go and deal with someone. After finishing his affairs within the sect, he was a little worried, so he and Bone Douluo came along to check on him.
But I never expected to see Sword Douluo being crushed by someone.
Ning Fengzhi stood up and turned his gaze to the thousand cypress trees in the center of the courtyard.
Bone Douluo also stepped forward and stood beside him.
Qian Daobai merely glanced at the two newcomers, his gaze unwavering.
"Chen Xin, what happened?"
Bone Douluo asked in a deep voice, "Who injured you like this?"
Sword Douluo slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, his face still pale.
He stared at Qian Daobai's figure with an extremely complex expression, a mixture of shock, horror, and even a hint of... awe as a swordsman.
"He is very strong."
Sword Douluo uttered only these three words.
But those three simple words made Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo's hearts skip a beat at the same time.
There are very few people on the entire continent who can make the proud Sword Douluo Chen Xin say "very strong".
The two looked at Qian Daobai again.
But the other party was just too young.
So young, even if they started cultivating from the womb, how strong could they possibly be?
They didn't pay much attention.
Or rather, they have absolute confidence in themselves.
"Chen Xin, you should heal your wounds first."
Ning Fengzhi spoke, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable power.
"Don't worry, the three of us working together will definitely be able to defeat him."
Ning Fengzhi glanced at Bone Douluo, then thought about his unparalleled support abilities.
A level 96 attack-type titled Douluo.
A level 95 defensive titled Douluo.
In addition, he is the number one support-type Soul Master on the continent.
Such a combination would be able to put up a fight even against a level 98 Title Douluo!
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