Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Chen Xin remained silent for a moment.

"The great patron has a good memory."

He raised the Seven Kill Sword, and the light on the blade shone even brighter.

This time, he used his soul power, but not his full strength, only half of it.

Silvery-white sword energy surged from the sword, transforming into a streak of light that slashed towards Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu did not use his soul power; he simply raised the Angelic Divine Sword and swung it lightly.

Golden sword energy surged from the sword, colliding with the silver-white sword energy.

There was no loud noise, no booming sound, only a slight "hiss" as the two sword energies simultaneously dissipated into the air, turning into countless points of light.

Chen Xin's pupils contracted slightly.

Qian Daoliu's control over soul power was more precise than he had imagined.

He used five parts of his strength, and Qian Daoliu used five parts of his strength as well, no more, no less, just right.

"Great Elder, I must use all my strength." Chen Xin's voice was very soft.

Qian Daoliu looked at him. "Me too."

Chen Xin took a deep breath, and the seven blood grooves on the Seven Kill Sword lit up at the same time.

A silvery-white light emanated from the sword, illuminating the entire training ground as if it were daytime.

Behind him, the phantom of the Seven Kill Sword appeared. That was his martial soul, the martial soul of a level 96 Title Douluo. It had been with him his whole life, killing countless enemies and protecting countless lives.

Golden light also shone on Qian Daoliu's Angelic Divine Sword. Behind him, the phantom of an angel appeared. It was a twelve-winged angel, entirely golden, with its wings spread out, blotting out the sky.

That was his martial soul, the martial soul of a level 100 peerless Douluo, a god-level martial soul, beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Two beams of sword light shot out simultaneously.

One streak of gold, the other of silver.

They collided in the air above the training ground, creating a deafening roar.

The entire hall was trembling, and the defensive runes on the walls were flashing wildly.

Golden Crocodile Douluo rushed out of the Hall of Worship, followed by Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo. Azure Phoenix Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, Lion Douluo sat cross-legged on the ground, and Light Feather Douluo stood in the corner.

They both sensed those two auras.

Qian Daoliu and Chen Xin were sparring, using their swords.

Ling Feng stood by the window of the sacrificial hall, watching the two figures on the training ground.

Qian Renxue stood beside him, and Jin Chen stood behind him.

Ning Rongrong leaned on the windowsill, her little hands gripping the edge, her big eyes fixed on the martial arts arena.

"Grandpa Jian is so amazing!" Ning Rongrong's voice was full of admiration.

Jin Chen nodded.

"Sword Douluo is indeed powerful."

But he couldn't beat Grandpa Qian.

Grandpa Qian is level 100, while Sword Douluo is level 96—that's a huge difference.

Ning Rongrong tilted her head.

"Why did Grandpa Sword fight?"

Jin Chen thought for a moment.

"Because he wanted to fight."

When a master encounters another master, they want to fight.

Just like when I met the boss, I wanted to fight him too.

Ning Rongrong looked at him. "Then can you beat Brother Holy Son?"

Jin Chen scratched his head. "I can't beat them."

But I still want to play.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and laughed. "Brother Jin Chen is so silly."

On the training ground, the two sword lights clashed once again.

This time, there was no roar, no loud noise, only a soft sigh, like the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, like rain falling on the lake.

Golden and silver sword light intertwined, forming a ribbon of light that hovered above the training ground.

Then, they slowly dissipated.

Qian Daoliu sheathed the Angelic Divine Sword, and Chen Xin sheathed the Seven Killing Sword.

The two stood facing each other, no more than three zhang apart.

The morning light shone on them, turning their white hair golden.

Qian Daoliu's lips curled up slightly. "Your swordsmanship is stronger than I imagined."

Chen Xin looked at him. "The Grand Elder's swordsmanship is even stronger than I imagined."

"I used all my strength, while the Grand Master only used seven-tenths."

Qian Daoliu did not deny it. "Your sword is a sword of protection, not a sword of slaughter."

Chen Xin's brow twitched slightly. "The Grand Elder noticed?"

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"There is no killing intent on your sword."

Your Seven Kill Sword has been with you your whole life, killing countless enemies, but it has no killing intent.

Because your heart has no intention to kill.

You kill people to protect them.

You draw your sword to protect.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Your swordsmanship is superior to mine."

My sword is a sword of slaughter.

When I was young, I killed countless people; the murderous aura on my sword became tangible.

Later, I stopped using the sword, not because it broke, but because I no longer wanted to kill.

Chen Xin fell silent.

He looked at Qian Daoliu, his cloudy old eyes filled with complex emotions.

He recalled many years ago, when Qian Daoliu was still young, wielding the Angelic Sword, roaming the continent, invincible.

At that time, Qian Daoliu's sword was stained with blood, his eyes shone with light, and his heart burned with fire.

Later his sword broke, his light went out, and his fire died down.

"Great Elder, can your sword still be used?" Chen Xin's voice was very soft.

Qian Daoliu looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

"have no idea.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

But I used it once today and it felt pretty good.

Chen Xin nodded. "That's good."

Ning Rongrong leaned on the windowsill, watching the two white-haired old men in the martial arts arena.

Her Nine-Jeweled Glass Pagoda rotated gently inside her body, and seven-colored light shone through her body, illuminating her small face.

Her eyes were bright, like the stars in the sky.

She thought, "When I grow up, I want to be as powerful as Grandpa Jian."

Chen Xin walked to the window and looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, did you see Grandpa Jian's swordsmanship?"

Ning Rongrong nodded. "I saw it! That's amazing!"

Chen Xin reached out and gently patted her head. "Wait for Grandpa Sword to teach you."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Chen Xin nodded. "Really."

Ning Rongrong smiled.

That smile was radiant.

Qian Daoliu stood on the training ground, looking at the old man and the young man by the window, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He recalled that many years ago, when Qian Renxue was still a child, he had taught her swordsmanship in the same way.

She was six years old then, with a ponytail, holding a small wooden sword in her hand, learning each move very seriously.

She learned very quickly, much faster than he had expected.

Later, she stopped using the sword and started using the holy sword instead.

That was part of the Angelic Armor, even stronger than his Angelic Sword.

Qian Dao turned around and walked back to the offering hall.

Chen Xin stared at his retreating figure for a long time.

Then he turned around and looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, Grandpa Jian will be staying in Wuhun City for a while."

During this time, Grandpa Sword will teach you swordsmanship.

Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously. "Okay!"