Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1430 Understanding the Hidden Yuan Sword Intent
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Before the lightning had subsided, the killing intent returned.

The three-dimensional killing formation was like a giant wheel crushing into the reefs, with poisonous caltrops covering the sky, magnetic currents disrupting the air, and blades and claws sealing off the ground.

"Yunxiang, Haoxuan".

Chen Zhouzhao roared like thunder, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand burst with lightning, but he did not slash at the enemy. Instead, he fiercely drew upon his own soul power, saying, "Hold firm and await reinforcements. The thunder and fire will arrive soon."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rose into the air, his sword intent soaring straight into the sky.

In the three years since Chenlin Village has developed rapidly, with a large influx of people, a gathering of advanced learners, and a concentration of senior scholars, Zejizhai has achieved great development.

They also organized those intensive training sessions for the Heavenly and Earthly Fiends.

In the 6th year of Zejizhai, Chenzhouzhao, who was nearly 12 years old, was already level 35. Back then, Chenjianjun was only level 30 when he was 12 years old.

This is the excellent result of abundant resources and systematic training.

Most importantly, this guy also comprehended the power of intent, the Lesser Sword Intent.

He himself gave this lightning-based sword intent a flamboyant name: "Insightful Sword Intent"!
The purple ring of light swirled like a boiling thunder pool—"Third Soul Skill, Thundercloud Vortex!"

Boom! It wasn't a lightning strike, but rather a violent surge of lightning power that condensed and spun wildly around him.

Instantly, a rotating thundercloud shield covering more than ten meters appeared above the heads of the five people.

Countless purple-white lightning snakes darted and intertwined wildly within it.

The eerie green caltrops that Ruhua swooped down on from numbers 19 and 20 crashed into this violent lightning net and were immediately torn apart, melted, and turned into dust and smoke by the raging current.

The toxic mist was ionized and purified, clearing out a large area of ​​space.

Just as the thundercloud shield rose, Chen Jieqi made a move.

His figure, enveloped by the power of the wind, almost transformed into a wisp of ghostly light. The Seven Kill Sword in his hand hummed softly, and the Hidden Origin Sword Intent was like a cold wind piercing through the nine netherworlds.

Target: Magnetic Pole Golems 21 and 22.

"Second Soul Skill, Wind Rift!" Chen Jieqi's clear, cold voice pierced through the roar.

His sword strikes were not wide and sweeping, but rather transformed into an almost invisible, twisting wind line. There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a sharp, teeth-grinding "sizzle" sound, like tearing through tough leather.

The sword aura, condensed to its extreme and composed of high-speed vibrating wind blades, slashed precisely at the piece of magnetic iron with flowing silver-black light at the connection between the backs of the 21st and 22nd magnetic pole puppets.

A strange scene happened.

The wind blade did not directly confront the repulsive force of the distorted magnetic field, but rather, like the most precise scalpel, it cut into the gap at a fraction of a second when the magnetic poles' energy shifted and their mutual attraction reached equilibrium.

The wind blades, imbued with immense cutting power, vibrated and disintegrated wildly within the black iron.

"Buzz—! Sizzle—!!"

The magnetic pole iron emitted a frantic, dying cry.

The silver and black light instantly went berserk and chaotic.

The invisible repulsive field collapsed and spread out of control like a punctured balloon.

The powerful repulsive force transformed into a violent and chaotic turbulent current.

The closest melee fighters, numbers 7, 8, 9, and 10, were struck like heavy blows, flung away by the chaotic magnetic force, crashing into their companions, instantly throwing the entire tightly packed steel battle formation into chaos.

"It's now!"

In the center of the battlefield, Dullian, who had been holding back his attacks, suddenly gleamed with a sharp light in his eyes.

Both swords shone brightly at the same time.

Left hand: Qingping Sword – Thousand Threads Knot!

The Wind Phoenix Sword Shadow split into countless invisible threads, like a net that was extremely flexible and resilient, binding, sticking, and slowing down the melee fighter Ru Hua who was trying to reorganize her posture.

Right hand, the round star sword—Seven Stars Illuminate Fate!
The Seven Kill Sword's cold light condensed into seven points of cold light, like stars locking onto destiny, and pierced with unparalleled precision towards the core of the connecting gear and the core joint of the No. 20 Batwing Jet Engine behind the Magnetic Pole Flower No. 21, which had been flung away by the chaotic magnetic field and temporarily lost its balance.

"Roar!!" Chen Haoxuan's pent-up anger and fighting spirit erupted like a volcano.

He ignored the stray arrow fragments that brushed past him, his eyes fixed only on Ru Hua, who had staggered to the ground after Chen Jieqi broke her magnetic field.

Vertical Sword Technique - Severing the Sea!
The Seven Kill Sword in his hand transformed into a pure, unyielding streak, carrying the most primal and violent will to sever, fiercely cleaving towards the dozen or so tangled iron lumps before him.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was brutally torn apart, emitting a hollow hissing sound as if it could not bear the weight.

"Water and Thunder, Shock!"

Dust and Cloud Soar, their twin swords ringing out in unison.

The sword energy of clouds and water has never been so surging.

Under the cover of the rotating thundercloud shield of Chenzhou Zhaona, the trajectory of his main sword and secondary sword was no longer a simple defensive wave, but transformed into two flowing streams that guided the lightning.

The sword light drew the raging lightning snakes that spilled from the thunderclouds, making them move and surge like living creatures, before crashing into the cluster of melee puppets that were stuck in the "web" of Chen Duling Qingping's sword energy and whose movements were sluggish.

"Boom! Crackling! Sizzling—!"

The destructive roar drowned out all other sounds.

Guided by Chen Yunxiang's Cloud Water Sword Intent, the violent lightning, like a flood that has found an outlet, instantly filled every metal crevice of the nearly ten beautiful bodies.

Gears, bearings, transmission rods, soul guidance circuits... everything emitted a mournful wail under the raging thunder, melting, twisting, and exploding.

Smoke, sparks, and shattered metal fragments exploded in a destructive display of light on the battlefield.

Just one blow!
Nearly half of the iron golems lost their fighting ability and turned into twisted, burning piles of scrap metal.

"Third Soul Skill - Wind Breath Calamity!"

Chen Jieqi's cold voice was like a final verdict.

As the aftershocks of Chen Haoxuan's violent "Sea-Severing" sword technique had not yet subsided, and as the light of Chenzhou's Thundercloud Shield dimmed slightly, Chen Jieqi's figure seemed to merge into the invisible airflow.

His Seven Kill Sword vanished, and his entire being transformed into the eye of an invisible hurricane.

The sword is the wind, and the wind is the sword.

Countless extremely fine wind blades, yet containing terrifying cutting power, suddenly spread out in a tornado shape from him as the origin.

It swept over the remaining flying flowers, rope darts and chain blades attempting long-range attacks, and the pile of scrap metal that had not yet been completely burned out.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a chilling "shh... ch-ch-ch..." of fine cutting sounds, like thousands of grinding wheels crushing glass.

Under the extremely high-speed, all-pervasive tornado of wind blades, those hard metals were like beans rolling into a millstone, being forcibly shredded, decomposed, and stripped away!
Bat wings shattered into steel butterflies, steel chains disintegrated inch by inch, and the heavy body was stripped of its flesh-like steel armor, revealing the intricate gears inside, which too were not spared and were pulverized into dust...

The thunderclouds over Chen Zhouzhao finally dissipated slowly before the wind and storm subsided. He leaned on his sword, slightly out of breath, but a broad smile appeared on his lips.

Chen Jieqi's figure reappeared amidst the flying metal dust, his expression still calm, except for a drop of black blood mixed with metal dust and tar slowly dripping from the tip of the longsword in his hand.

That was the filth that flowed out after the puppet's core was completely destroyed.

On the stage, there was no longer a moving Ru Hua.

All that remained were charred, twisted, shredded metal remains, emitting blue smoke and a pungent odor. The smell of gunpowder mixed with ozone and the metallic stench of molten iron permeated the entire area.

Sixteen beautiful figures were reduced to shattered iron and charred steel.

Chen Haoxuan leaned on the massive Seven Kill Sword, his chest heaving violently, his clothes soaked with sweat and blood, yet his eyes burned with the flames of victory.

Chen Yunxiang sheathed his twin swords, and the sword in front of him slowly dissipated and merged into his main body. His aura was slightly disordered, but his eyes flashed with the sharpness and joy of returning from breaking through the waves.

Dullling crossed her twin swords across her chest, took a deep breath, and the wind of Qingping and the chill of Yuanxing slowly subsided around her. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but a relieved smile played on her lips.

There was dead silence.

Only the faint hissing sound of cooling metal and the pervasive smell of burning silently proclaimed: this overwhelming tide of killing, stirred up by cold steel, had ultimately been defeated by the five Seven Kill Swords!

(End of this chapter)