Ronin from Douluo

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Zeng Yi opened his eyes and looked at the world.

At this moment, he felt better than ever.

It's like being reborn!The soul has been reshaped!

The spirit blends into the heaven and the earth, as if you can touch the sky as soon as you stretch out your hand.

Zeng Yi didn't know what happened to his body, but he could clearly feel that he had become stronger.

This feeling is not only powerful in strength!

Still mentally strong, spiritually strong.

Recovery from ruin, rebirth from Nirvana!

Now, what comes into view is no longer that gloomy world.

Standing on the top of the mountain, a ten-meter-high stone tablet stands in front of him.

There is a trace on the stone tablet.

It's a sword mark!

Zeng Yi raised his head, staring at the sword mark on the stone tablet with ecstasy in his eyes.

He could see that it exuded the traces of a long time, and I don't know how long it had passed, but there was still this terrifying sharp sword intent.

What a powerful existence this is. A sword was slashed on this stone tablet, and the sword intent left behind has existed until now. Even Zeng Yi felt his heart palpitations.

However, Zeng Yi also felt excited and excited.

Because, he saw, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky!

How powerful is a person who can leave such a sword mark and keep his sword intent for a long time?

The gods in the sky are nothing more than that!

This reminded Zeng Yi of one person.

In the Sword God Palace, the gods left behind, the legendary sword gods!

Looking at the sword mark and feeling the artistic conception of the way of the sword, Zeng Yi couldn't help being a little crazy.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch the stele and caress the sword mark.

However, Zeng Yi stopped his movements when the tingling pain came.

Looking down, I saw that there was a cut in the palm of my hand, and blood was overflowing.

Zeng Yi's eyes widened involuntarily. This sword intent, which has existed for countless years, can still hurt himself.

You know, Zeng Yi is an existence of the level of a sword master. In addition, after going through the trials of the gods, he has experienced the five kinds of tempering: rainstorm, wind, ice, heat, and silence. Not only the spirit, but the soul has been sublimated. Even the physical body has undergone a radical change.

After all, before climbing the mountain, his strength was definitely much stronger.

But even so, in front of this sword intent, he still felt his insignificance.

"It seems that I still have to continue to catch up!"

Zeng Yi looked at this stele of sword intent and couldn't help sighing.

The scars on his hands healed quickly, and with his current physical recovery ability, such minor injuries are naturally not a problem.

The stronger you become, the farther you go on the road of swordsmanship, the more you can clearly feel how small you really are and how dazzling the road ahead is.

This kind of practice of constantly catching up, surpassing oneself, and pursuing the limit.

What a joy!

Zeng Yi stood with his hands behind his back, facing the stele of sword intent in front of him.

Even in his eyes, this sword intent stone tablet is like a mountain peak, and he is as small as an ant.

However, Zeng Yi still had a confident smile on his face.

A sense of self-confidence and fearless arrogance emanated from this sword-like body.

For a time, the wind was surging, the leaves were falling, and the sword intent was in the sky, continuously, turning into an invisible force, soaring to the sky.

Even the mountain peaks were shaken by this soaring sword force, and the clouds above the sky were scattered, piercing a huge hole, and the scene was extremely shocking!

"Young people today are really amazing!"

A sound of exclamation sounded around.

Zeng Yi's eyes could not help but freeze, the wind stopped instantly, and the leaves were falling all over the sky.

"who is it?"

Zeng Yi quickly caught the position of the person who came, and looked over, the person standing there was a middle-aged man in black robe with a broad sword on his back.

"Senior Chenmu!"

There was one more person who came, and that was the Chenmu Sword Master Zeng Yi was familiar with.

Chenmu Sword Master looked at Zeng Yi and couldn't help sighing, "Boy Zeng Yi, you really surprised me!"

"Senior is too famous, this is?"

Facing Chen Mu's praise, Zeng Yi said modestly, and then looked at the black-robed swordsman beside him.

"This is my friend, Feng Yu, who is also a sword master." Chen Mu introduced to Zeng Yi.

Juggernaut?

Zeng Yi looked at the man in black with a broad sword in surprise. His face was a bit stern, and his aura was well hidden.

Only a practitioner like the Juggernaut can hide his breath between the heaven and the earth, and achieve the state of returning to nature and the unity of heaven and man.

Of course, it is also in the realm of Titled Douluo, and he is a super Douluo powerhouse with a cultivation level of over 95.

However, I don't understand the name.

Here, practitioners who have reached level 95 or above are called Juggernauts!

"I'm Zeng Yi, I've seen Senior Feng Yu."

Zeng Yi cupped his hands to the Sword Saint, and said hello.

"It's scary that your cultivation has reached the realm of a sword master! I dare not be a senior like you." Feng Yu looked at Zeng Yi and shook his head.

Zeng Yi continued: "You are an elder, so you can naturally bear the responsibility of being a senior. This has nothing to do with cultivation, it is the most basic virtue of a person."

Hearing Zeng Yi's words, Feng Yu couldn't help laughing wryly, feeling a little uncomfortable and piercing.

Although Zeng Yi's words did not mean to insinuate him, it still felt weird.

"I'm ashamed to hear you say that."

In the world of practice, those who have achieved come first.

Feng Yu is already over 60 years old, and he is only a level 96 sword master.

And this kid in front of him looks like he is only thirty, but he has cultivated to the same level as himself.

This made Feng Yu a little unbelievable.

You know, even in the history of Sword God Palace, there is no one who can cultivate to the level of Sword Saint at the age of 30.

At the age of 30, there are people who have cultivated to the realm of Titled Douluo.

Feng Yu endured the shock in his heart, and glanced at his old friend Chen Mu.

"You guy, you went out for a trip, but you brought back such a monster."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to meet such a monster." Chen Mu couldn't help laughing.

Zeng Yi, who was at the side, couldn't help rolling his eyes after hearing the conversation between the two of them.

It sounds like a curse if someone says something about a monster alone?

To describe myself as a monster is simply insulting my handsome face!

"They're here!"

Immediately, Chen Mu stopped laughing and looked into the distance.

Zeng Yi also felt that there were seven powerful auras, which were rapidly approaching here, not weaker than the two sword masters around him.

There is another one, the breath is like a scorching sun, which makes Zeng Yi feel extremely afraid.

There are not many people who can give Zeng Yi such a sense of oppression, and there are only a few people in the world.

That is, the level 99 Ultimate Douluo whose cultivation has reached the limit of a soul master!

In the sky, seven streamers of light came quickly.

Zeng Yi saw clearly that the seven streamers in the sky were flying swords!

They come with swords.

Soon, they came here.

"Chen Mu, Feng Yu, you two are really fast, you got here so early."

The one who spoke was a graceful and mature woman in Tsing Yi.

After she landed, she first cast her eyes on Zeng Yi who was at the side, and her eyes swept over this handsome young man.

"What a nice kid."

"Hello, sister! You are so beautiful, sister!"

Seeing the other party's gaze sweeping towards him, Zeng Yi greeted him very politely.

"Hehe, little brother, your mouth is really sweet." The woman in Tsing Yi covered her mouth with her jade hand and smiled coquettishly.

That woman doesn't like to hear others praise herself.

Don't look at her well-maintained appearance, but in fact, she is old enough to be Zeng Yi's grandmother.

She was naturally happy to be called sister by the little guy.

"Hehe, so-so." Zeng Yi scratched his head in embarrassment.

To be honest, Zeng Yi was a little embarrassed to be watched by nine people.

No need to guess, Zeng Yi also knew that these people who appeared should be the nine sword masters of the Sword God Palace.

He did not expect that he would attract the gathering of the nine sword masters.

Did you do anything yourself?

Isn't it just climbing a mountain and reaching the top of the mountain? Is there such a thing as mobilizing teachers?

Zeng Yi was a little hard to understand.

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