Douluo: I am a rotten beast, I will become stronger if I accept disciples

Chapter 43: Sword Douluo with Broken Arm
"Boom!!!"

The Seven Killing Swords broke through the air, sword energy running rampant, and the space seemed to be torn apart.

However, Lan Minghua just raised his head slightly, and then a layer of dragon scales covered his arms.

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

He stretched out his claws, and with a clang, Lan Minghua caught the Seven Killing Sword in his hand like a toy.

"How is it possible? I used all my strength to strike with my sword, but it was blocked so easily!"

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

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

Light, too light.

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

how to say?

I can only say that it is worthy of being called a fantasy sewer.

As the man who inherited Jian Jiuhuang's sword, Lan Minghua began to evaluate Jian 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!"

Jian Douluo's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, and anger burned in his eyes.

"I am called the Sword, and I am the strongest swordsman on the continent. Who do you think you are to teach me how to use a sword?"

Jian Douluo just roared, and sword energy filled his body.

Then he made a sword finger and pointed it towards Lan Minghua.

In an instant, the sword energy behind him turned into sharp swords, falling towards Lan Minghua like a rain of arrows.

When this move is used, sword energy spreads everywhere and sword light is like a rainbow.

Zhao Wuji and others felt a strong breath of death, and their skin seemed to be cut by the sword energy.

However, Lan Minghua just raised his eyes slightly, looked at the rain of swords in the sky, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You said I can't use a sword? Then let me show you what true swordsmanship is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Minghua threw the Seven Killing Sword back and waved it casually.

Suddenly, an even more domineering sword energy burst out from his body, and in an instant the world fell silent.

The originally powerful rain of swords was dispersed in an instant when it encountered the even more powerful sword energy.

With the help of the Seven Killing Sword that flew back, Jian Douluo's pupils suddenly shrank into needle points, and he quickly held the sword in front of him to block.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, Jian Douluo was blown away, rolling several times in the air before landing on the ground in a mess.

"How, how is it possible?!"

Jian Douluo's pupils trembled violently. He felt that his sword had just been suppressed from all directions, and he didn't even have room to resist.

Before he realized it, a trace of blood had seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Lan Minghua raised his hand and the unparalleled sword box appeared out of thin air.

"Look at the old thing, this is how you use the sword. Sword One, one sword opens the dust and moves the dragon and snake."

He slapped the Wushuang Sword Box with one palm, and the two sides of the Wushuang Sword Box suddenly spread out, and many sharp swords lay quietly in the sword box.

Lan Minghua stretched out his hand and a long sword flew out from the scabbard. The sword moved like a dragon or snake, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

The long sword flew forward, and a sword energy like a dragon and snake, carrying the power to destroy the world, rushed straight towards Jian Douluo.

Wherever the sword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Jian Douluo's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block, and the sword energy around him met the flying sword.

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

In the blink of an eye, the long sword hit the blade of the Seven Killing Sword.

"clang!!!"

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

The next moment, the whole person seemed to be pierced by thousands of swords, and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

The Seven Killing Sword in his hand was broken, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and blood dripped down the hilt.

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

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

But there was still a fire of unwillingness burning in his eyes, and he didn't believe that he had no chance of winning.

He slowly stood up and held the broken Seven Killing Sword tightly in his hand.

"I refuse to accept!" Jian Douluo growled, his voice hoarse and resolute. He lunged forward like a wounded beast, pouncing on Lan Minghua with a final burst of madness.

Although there was a gap in the Seven Killing Sword, Jian Douluo's momentum reached its peak at this moment.

"Grandpa Jian, kill him, kill him for me!" Ning Rongrong burst into tears and now wanted someone to kill Lan Minghua.

However, Lan Minghua stood quietly, with no sadness or joy in his eyes.

Sword energy surged around his body, and the second sword in the box was unsheathed.

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

"The ninth soul skill, kill both gods and demons!"

In an instant, two huge sword energies, one black and one white, emerged from the sky and slashed straight towards Lan Minghua.

However, Lan Minghua did not sit still and wait for death. He chanted softly: "Sword Two, the two yin and yang give birth to a twin lotus."

Two long swords flew across the sky, meeting the black and white sword energy of Jian Douluo.

However, the moment the long sword collided with the black and white sword energy, the winner was decided.

The black and white sword energy were shattered in an instant, turning into countless light spots and dissipating in the air.

Jian Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted and he couldn't believe his eyes.

His ninth soul skill, the strongest attack, was shattered so easily.

Lan Minghua's lips curled up slightly. His sword, the Twin Lotuses, was more than just this level.

Before Jian Douluo could react, two long swords flashed past like lightning.

He felt his arms go cold, followed by a sharp pain.

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

"what!!!"

Jian Douluo realized it later and screamed to the sky.

"Grandpa Jian!"

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale and she covered her mouth as she trotted forward.

Seeing Jian Douluo in such a miserable state, I felt extremely sad.

She thought that even if she acted like a spoiled little girl this time, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo would still be able to handle everything for her.

However, Ning Rongrong misjudged Lan Minghua's strength and character, which led to Ning Fengzhi's death.

Even the ninety-sixth-level Sword Douluo had his arms cut off by Lan Minghua using his most proficient sword, becoming a disabled person.

Now she regrets it, deeply regrets it.

Ning Rongrong thought that everything was caused by herself and felt extremely guilty.

If I hadn't acted like a spoiled little girl, my father wouldn't have died, and Grandpa Jian wouldn't have had his arms chopped off.

Seeing her expression, Lan Minghua understood and sneered in his heart.

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 why Thunder took action is mainly because your father Ning Fengzhi is too annoying.

Always thinking about calculating this and that, and really thinking that his calculations are perfect.

Others may think it’s because he is the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and has two Titled Douluo around him.

Even if we can see it, we can only let him do whatever he wants because he is more powerful than us.

But I won't tolerate his bad habits. If he does, I'll kill him and keep him for the New Year.

In general, whether it is Ning Fengzhi's death or Jian Douluo's disability, it has little to do with you, Ning Rongrong, so don't be too self-indulgent.

Lan Minghua glanced at Jian Douluo who had lost his spirit and did not continue to attack him.

Because there is no need for this anymore.

His sword, his hand, his pride, were all shattered at this moment.

Saving his life can also help spread the reputation of the Tianlong Gang. Why not?
Lan Minghua simply waved at Zhao Wuji and said softly, "Old Zhao, go and recover first. When you're better, remember to treat me to a drink."

After saying that, he took Wu Song and the other three back to his dormitory, leaving the Shrek people dumbfounded.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Lan Minghua's back, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, Guimei and Yueguan in the Spirit Hall woke up.

Upon seeing this, Bibi Dong quickly asked, "Yueguan Ghost, what on earth has happened to you during this period of time?"

Seeing Bibi Dong, Yue Guan roared with a sad face.

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

(End of this chapter)