In Douluo, infinite simulation life

"Are I really going to lose? No!" Tang San didn't want to be someone else's slave. A thick black light gushed out from his palm, and then a small black hammer appeared silently in his palm.

This is Tang San’s second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer.

The Clear Sky Hammer appeared, and a huge figure in a black cloak and holding the Clear Sky Hammer condensed into shape behind Tang San, giving people a feeling of awe-inspiring power without even being angry.

"What is this? Clear Sky Hammer?"

Feeling this terrifying aura, Titan was inevitably shocked and took a few steps back unconsciously.

At the same time, a powerful and vigorous voice sounded from all directions of the academy: "I am Jian Dao Chen Xin, please come out and die!"

Then, a three-foot-long silver sword fell from the sky and pierced directly into the gate of Shrek Academy.

As two beams of light flashed, two strangers appeared at the entrance of Shrek Academy. They were an elegant middle-aged man and an old man with white hair.

The middle-aged man was holding a jeweled cane, his eyes were like torches, and a terrifying murderous aura burst out from him. Next to him stood an old man with neatly combed silver hair. His expression was very indifferent, and his eyes seemed unable to see anything around him. He just stood there quietly.

The people who came were Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect has two Douluo. When the sect master leaves the sect, generally only one Titled Douluo follows him, while the other stays in the sect to take charge.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi coming, Flanders hurriedly waved his hand and greeted Ning Fengzhi very enthusiastically with a flattering smile on his face.

Seeing this, Jian Douluo's eyes turned cold, and his figure flashed directly in front of Flanders. He suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbed Flanders' neck, and lifted him up gently.

"Who is Tang San here?" Jian Douluo said coldly.

This time, Flanders didn't even have time to react before he was subdued by someone else. He had difficulty breathing, but he still managed to say, "Ning... Sect Master Ning, what do you mean?"

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered with an uncertain light, and he said coldly: "What do you mean? Then you have to ask that person named Tang San."

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Chapter 121 Seven Killing Swords vs Golden Holy Dragon

"Tang San? Sect Master Ning, why are you looking for Tang San? Could it be that he has offended you in some way?" Flanders looked at Ning Fengzhi in astonishment, frowned and asked in confusion.

Ning Fengzhi's face looked extremely ugly at this moment. He stood there quietly with his hands on the jeweled cane. A murderous aura that shouldn't be present in an auxiliary soul master burst out from his body, making the people around him shudder.

Jian Douluo's five fingers were restrained, and the palm that pinched Flender's neck slightly increased the force he exerted. Two cold stars lit up in his eyes, and he shouted coldly, "Hand over Tang San, otherwise, die!"

Seeing the appearance of Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo, Hercules Titan's pupils shrank. Although he has always been the kind of person who is fearless, when facing these two people, his temper has to be restrained a little.

"Oh? I was wondering who it was. It turns out to be Jian Douluo and Sect Master Ning. I, Titan, am honored to meet you." Titan bowed.

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi walked up to Tai Tan and said calmly, "So you are Tai Tan, the leader of the Power Clan. I am here to cause trouble for Shrek Academy today. If you have nothing to do, please step aside."

"Oh?" After hearing what Ning Fengzhi said, Hercules Titan laughed. Although he didn't understand why he laughed, he still stepped aside. He was not stupid enough to have a conflict with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect for the sake of Shrek Academy. Although his grandson Tyrone was studying at Shrek Academy, he could change the academy if he lost it. But if he offended the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, his Power Clan might disappear from the continent.

Titan can still tell what is more important.

Hearing Ning Fengzhi say that he was here to cause trouble for the academy, the master took a step forward, his eyelids fluttered, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Sect Master Ning, you are the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, but you asked for my disciple Tang San by name without explaining the reason? Are you bullying me because there is no one in Shrek Academy? Erlong and I were born in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family..."

"Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to my master like this!"

Jian Douluo threw Flanders to the ground, his eyes blazing with a terrifying might, staring at the master, this powerful pressure made the air seem to solidify. If Liu Erlong hadn't stepped forward to block the master, Jian Douluo's pressure would probably be enough to kill him.

Without the pressure from Titan, Tang San regained consciousness quickly. When he was in a daze just now, he seemed to hear someone looking for him.

"I am Tang San, who is looking for me?" Tang San got up from the ground and shifted his gaze to look around, looking at Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo not far away.

Judging from the fluctuations of soul power released by Jian Douluo just now, Tang San knew that the old man in white before him was undoubtedly a pinnacle existence in the soul master world, at least a Titled Douluo above level ninety.

"Are you Tang San?"

When Jian Douluo and Ning Fengzhi saw the black hammer in Tang San's hand, their expressions became slightly unnatural, but they quickly returned to their previous state.

Seeing this, Jian Douluo flashed to Ning Fengzhi's side and said anxiously: "Sect Master, what is in this kid's hand..."

Ning Fengzhi interrupted Jian Douluo and nodded, "I didn't expect that he was from the Haotian Sect, but Rongrong's matter cannot be easily dismissed even if the leader of the Haotian Sect comes. What's more, this is still within the territory of the Tiandou Empire. He has to coil up even if he is a dragon, and lie down even if he is a tiger."

Although the incense on the stone pillar outside the door had burned out, Tang San felt heavy in his heart.

Tang San knew very well that it was too difficult for him to resist the pressure released by Titan with his current strength. If Hercules Titan went all out, he would definitely be the loser.

Then, Titan strode towards Tang San.

Last name Tang? His martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, and his age coincides with the time when his master disappeared.

Tai Tan looked at Tang San seriously and said, "You said your name is Tang San, what's your father's name? But Tang Hao?"

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned for a moment, looking at the Hercules Soul Douluo Titan in front of him with a surprised face, and stammered: "Senior, you...how did you know?"

"Ah? I think the flood has flushed the Dragon King Temple."

Hearing Tang San say that he was Tang Hao's son, Tai Tan slapped his head violently. Under Tang San's incredulous gaze, his strong and mountain-like body fell to one knee in front of Tang San with a plop.

"Senior, what are you doing?" Tang San didn't dare to accept Tai Tan's gift, and hurried forward to help him up.

"Old slave Titan, I am here to meet the young master!"

Titan suppressed his excitement and choked up.

"Young Master?" When these two words came out, except for Flanders and the Master who had foreseen it and remained calm, almost everyone around was horrified, especially Titan's son Taino and grandson Taillon.

At the same time, Tang San himself was also shocked. What kind of show was this?

"Senior, what are you doing? I'm not some young master. I'm just the son of a blacksmith in Holy Soul Village." Tang San stepped forward again to support Titan, but the old man insisted on continuing to kneel.

"Young Master, I am glad to see you. Where is my master now?" Titan said excitedly.

"Master?" Tang San frowned slightly and was stunned for a moment.

In Tang San's mind, his father Tang Hao was just a drunkard who was addicted to low-quality alcohol. How could he be the master of this Soul Douluo senior?

"Senior, please stand up first, we have something to talk about. I am a little confused by you now. I think you may have recognized the wrong person. I am not the young master you mentioned." Tang San continued to explain.

Hearing this, Tai Tan was also stunned for a moment, thinking, could he really be mistaken? So, he stood up, looked Tang San up and down, and continued to ask: "Is your father called Tang Hao?"

"Yeah." Tang San nodded.

"Can I see your hammer spirit again?" Titan said in a deep voice.

As soon as Titan finished speaking, Tang San raised his left hand, a black light surged, and the Clear Sky Hammer reappeared in Tang San's palm. Titan was closer this time. He carefully observed the black hammer in Tang San's hand and the unique patterns on the Clear Sky Hammer. As the leader of a clan affiliated with the Clear Sky Sect, it was naturally impossible for him to make a mistake.

“Young Master, this hammer of yours is the Clear Sky Hammer, a martial spirit that only the direct descendants of the Clear Sky Sect can possess. Among all the members of the Clear Sky Sect, except for the master, I’m afraid no one dares to be named Tang Hao. You are my young master.” Titan knelt down on one knee again.

“What? You said my martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer?” Tang San was stunned again. Titan said that his hammer martial soul was the Clear Sky Hammer, which was equivalent to telling Tang San that he was born in the Clear Sky Sect.

Thinking of this, Tang San's eyes became a little blurry. His father Tang Hao had been gone for almost eight years and there had been no news of him since then. What puzzled him was that since his father was born in the Haotian Sect, why did he end up working as a blacksmith and drunkard in the Holy Spirit Village for several years?

Recalling his father's miserable scream when he was born, "A Yin, don't go," Tang San seemed to understand something again.

At this time, Jian Douluo glanced at Ning Fengzhi and asked in a deep voice: "Fengzhi, this Tang San in front of you, is he really Tang Hao's son?"

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded and said, "It should be correct. The Clear Sky Hammer of the Clear Sky Sect cannot be imitated. As far as I know, in recent years, the Clear Sky Sect has not had any direct disciples leave the sect. Moreover, he just admitted that his father is Tang Hao."

“Feng Zhi, this kid is not only extremely talented, but also has a one-in-a-million twin martial soul. This time, we must use Rongrong’s incident to eradicate him. Otherwise, once this kid grows up and becomes a Titled Douluo in a few decades, their Haotian Sect will have three Douluos, and we will probably be suppressed forever.” Having said that, Jian Douluo revealed a fierce look on his face, and gently gestured at his throat with his right hand.

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Rongrong's matter cannot be let off so easily just because he is Tang Hao's son. But Uncle Jian, you just said that you are afraid that this kid will become a Titled Douluo in the future, causing our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to be trampled underfoot. Do you remember? Rongrong said that Tang San also took the thousand-year-old blood ginseng. He wants to become a Titled Douluo with his cultivation foundation destroyed? I guess it's not possible."

"Well, what you said makes sense." Jian Douluo nodded and asked, "Feng Zhi, what should we do next?"

"Capture Tang San and bring him back to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to be punished." Ning Fengzhi dared to say this for a reason. After all, with his status in the spirit master world, he was the one who could shake the world with just a stomp of his foot. Although Tang Hao was very strong, he had been expelled from the Haotian Sect after all. Without the protection of the Haotian Sect, Ning Fengzhi believed that Tang Hao would still not be able to defeat the Sword Bone Douluo with his assistance on his own.

As Ning Fengzhi finished his words, Jian Douluo flashed in front of Tang San. Jian Douluo's moves were so fast that Tang San didn't even see his movements clearly. He just felt dizzy and fell to the ground unconscious without knowing anything.

Seeing this, the master was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically and he roared: "Ning Fengzhi, what do you mean by this?"

"Master Ning, Jian Douluo, what do you mean by this? Why did you suddenly attack the young master? Do you know whose son he is?" Seeing Tang San being knocked unconscious by Jian Douluo, Titan came up to Ning Fengzhi and questioned.

"Hmph, Yu Xiaogang, how dare you say that? Do you think you deserve to be called a master? You have studied martial arts souls for so many years and proposed the ten core competitive theories of martial arts souls, but you don't even know how a soul master should practice? Did you copy those theories from somewhere?" Ning Fengzhi glared at the master viciously and said sarcastically.

"You..." The master was about to say something but was stopped by Flanders.

Flanders knew that Ning Fengzhi, as the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, would definitely not act rashly. He calmly looked at Jian Douluo and Ning Fengzhi not far away, and bowed slightly, saying, "Sect Leader Ning, Jian Douluo, Tang San is a disciple of the younger generation. I don't know how he offended you. Please show some mercy. After all, he is only a thirteen-year-old child, not to mention that he is the son of His Majesty Haotian."

Flanders was very smart. He knew very well that even if the three of them were combined, they could not be the opponent of Jian Dao Chen Xin. Moreover, with Ning Fengzhi, who was known as the best assistant in the world, assisting Jian Douluo, they had no chance of winning. Therefore, he finally brought Tang Hao out to suppress Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo.

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi rolled his eyelids and said in a cold voice: "Dean Flanders, do you think you can scare me by bringing up Tang Hao? Tang San gave Rongrong a medicinal herb not long ago, called the Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng. Do you know that the medicinal herb consumes talent as a price to increase soul power?"

"What? Consuming your talent to increase your soul power?"

After hearing these words, the Golden Triangle froze in place. Grandmaster suddenly felt his brain buzzing and his vision went dark. If it was really as Ning Fengzhi said, then wouldn't Tang San's life be ruined?

What if my direct disciple Tang San is useless? Then my theory will never be proven again? Then how can I, Yu Xiaogang, prove myself? Will I never have a chance to turn things around in this life?

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang became a little dazed, his body swaying and he almost fell to the ground.

Hearing what Ning Fengzhi said, Flanders remembered that his direct disciple Ma Hongjun had also eaten the thousand-year-old blood ginseng. His face suddenly darkened. He grabbed the master's collar and asked, "Xiaogang, is what Sect Master Ning said true?"

"I... I don't know. Xiaosan told me that there is no problem with his medicinal material." The master's eyes were dull at the moment, and the energy in his body seemed to be completely drained. He looked a bit like a mentally retarded child.

But Tang San is Tang Hao's son after all. It was Shrek Academy's dereliction of duty that Master allowed Tang San to take medicinal herbs that were damaging to his talent to improve his strength without checking. Now, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo want to take Tang San away, and Flanders, as the dean of Shrek, naturally would not agree.

"You can't take Xiao San away." Flanders stepped forward, released his cat-owl martial spirit, and flapped his wings to block the way for Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo to leave.

Jian Dao Chen Xin shouted coldly, "My body is like a sword."

In an instant, the entire entrance of the academy seemed to be lit up by a sun. A strong metallic luster burst out instantly, and an ancient silver sword that was two meters long and half a foot wide was suspended in front of Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple and five black, are neatly coiled around Sword Douluo Chen Xin. This is Sword Douluo's martial soul, the top-level martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword.

"What's the difference between one and three? You three come together." Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his sword on his back, looking coldly at the golden triangle, motioning them to come together.

Seeing this, Flanders and Liu Erlong looked at each other, and the two of them came directly in front of the master. Then, the three of them each took a step diagonally forward, forming a triangular formation.

"The sun and the moon are shining brightly and the gold is turning!"

Flanders shouted, and they used their martial soul fusion skills again. A strong golden light burst out from their bodies, and instantly formed a golden triangle with the three of them as the apex.

"Soul fusion technique?" Sword Douluo Chen Xin glanced at the three people, a hint of disdain appearing on the corner of his mouth. With his soul power of level 96, he was not afraid of the three people in front of him at all.

"Luo Sanpao!"

Following a low dragon roar, the fat, pig-like and dog-like Luo Sanpao appeared out of thin air. In an instant, the soul rings of the three members of the Golden Iron Triangle floated out and flew towards Luo Sanpao.

Sword Douluo Chenxin subconsciously raised his right hand, and his fingers were like blades. His right palm turned up, and an illusory Seven Killing Sword took shape at his fingertips. A white air blade rolled out from his palm and flew towards Luo Sanpao.

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Chapter 122: Master Tang San and his disciples were beaten to death

The three masters had a total of sixteen soul rings, all of which fell on Luo Sanpao. Luo Sanpao, who looked fat like a pig and a dog before, directly transformed into a huge golden dragon.

In just one breath, Luo Sanpao's body expanded to twenty or thirty meters. His eyes, which originally revealed an honest aura, suddenly radiated majesty. His whole body was covered with a thick layer of dragon scales, and a powerful dragon aura emanated from his body.

Seeing this, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and the next moment, a silver sword that was clear blue and looked like a crystal sculpture appeared in his hand. The most peculiar thing was that there were nine strange stars on this sword, which were yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and black in colors respectively.

"This sword is called: Seven Kills!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin slowly raised his right hand. His eyes did not even look at the three members of the Golden Iron Triangle, but were completely focused on his Seven Kill Sword.

Just before Sword Douluo Chen Xin's hand was about to grasp the hilt of the Seven Kills Sword, the Golden Iron Triangle took the lead in launching an attack. The golden dragon roared towards the sky, suddenly opened its mouth, and a golden lightning spurted out of its mouth, blasting towards Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin did not dodge or evade. The moment his right hand grasped the Seven Kill Sword, an aura that could not be described in words exploded from his body, directly blocking the Golden Holy Dragon's lightning attack.

The two collided with a loud bang.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's body stiffened slightly, but his terrifying frontal aura alone was enough to block the lightning attack from the Golden Iron Triangle. One can imagine how terrifying Sword Douluo Chen Xin's own strength is.

After Sword Douluo Chenxin grasped the Seven Kill Sword, his wrist moved slightly, and the Seven Kill Sword instantly lit up. Then, a Seven Kill Sword about three meters long and one meter wide fell from the sky and stuck straight into the ground. This Seven Kill Sword was exactly the same as the Seven Kill Sword in Sword Douluo Chenxin's hand, but its size had increased several times.

"The true form of the Seven Killers!" Sword Douluo Chen Xin shouted coldly.

Then, Sword Douluo Chen Xin gently waved the Seven Killing Sword, and dozens of powerful sword auras drew huge killing characters in front of the giant sword and flew towards the golden dragon.

Seeing this scene, the lapels of Master Yu Xiaogang's clothes on his back were already wet. Yes, he was wet, and he became a real wet man. If his current strength was still the 29th level of soul power, the result at this time would only be to be cut into pieces.

After Jian Douluo used his seventh soul skill, Seven Killings True Body, the terrifying pressure suddenly increased, making the Golden Iron Triangle feel breathless, especially the weaker Master Yu Xiaogang, whose eyes flashed with an extremely solemn light.

"Farts are like thunder, and they are as loud as thunder."

The master used the soul skill that originally belonged to Luo Sanpao, but under the effect of the golden iron triangle martial soul fusion technique, this was no longer the soul skill that could not kill even the hundred-year-old soul beast Mandragora Snake.

The golden dragon retracted its wings and shone with golden light all over its body. It suddenly turned its body in mid-air, and then a thick golden mist spurted out from its tail and swept towards Jian Dao Chen Xin.

"Kill!" Sword Douluo Chen Xin shouted coldly.

The huge Seven Killing Sword that was inserted into the ground rose from the ground, and the huge blade suddenly rose up, bursting out with a strong blue light. A huge blue light blade split the attack of the Golden Holy Dragon like a startled wild goose, and finally rushed towards the body of the Golden Holy Dragon.

There is no doubt that this is a sword struck by Jian Dao Chen Xin under the true body of his martial soul. Even an ordinary Titled Douluo here may not be able to withstand it.

"Ding Ding Ding!"