Douluo's ghost sword

The old man in white, that is, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, stood with his hands behind his back, standing where he was.

After hearing the "bang" sound of the gunshot, Ye Bai's eyebrows moved slightly, watching the metal object like peanuts and nuts that shot out silently and rushed towards him.

"It's good to come."

The bullet flew so fast that before even Ning Fengzhi could react, the bullet hit Jian Douluo.

But suddenly, a white glow flashed, and the space was slightly distorted.

The complete bullet was split in the middle in an instant, and split into two halves. The original trajectory changed a little, and it passed directly on both sides of Sword Douluo's head, and shot into the back wall of the courtyard. , leaving two small holes.

And that white awn that flashed slightly was the sword energy bursting out from Jian Douluo's body.

Although he didn't use a martial soul, for Sword Douluo's current state, even without a martial soul, he can still unleash extremely strong fighting power.

"It seems that the power of these things you brought back, Rongrong, is really good."

Jian Douluo smiled slightly at this time, looked at Ning Rongrong, and said with a light smile.

"Hee hee, of course, Rongrong won't lie! Grandpa Jian, be careful next time, Rongrong is about to show his true skills!"

Ning Rongrong grinned, and immediately fired four shots from the revolver in his hand. After emptying the bullet slot of the revolver, he kicked his legs and galloped towards Sword Douluo.

At the same time, the bullet slot was also opened, and it took less than two breaths to press all the bullet slots with yellow and orange bullets.

"Girl, don't remind me to be careful, but what are you doing?"

That Sword Douluo looked at the four scattered bullets, shook his head directly, pointed like a knife, and turned up his right palm.

A white air flow rolled out from the palm of his hand. At that moment, it seemed that there was a huge invisible sword in front of him.

Dangdangdang, continuous roar followed.

On the white light in front of Sword Douluo, ripples splashed one after another, the galloping bullets stayed there for a moment, and then fell to the ground one after another.

At this time Jian Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong who was rushing straight towards him, froze for a moment, and said.

"Of course I want Grandpa Jian to see Rongrong's strength!"

Ning Rongrong said proudly, even if he jumped from the ground less than five meters away from Sword Douluo, his figure was like an arrow leaving the string, and he rushed to Sword Douluo quickly.

With a clean round kick, he directly hit Sword Douluo.

Ning Rongrong also used the gun fighting technique learned from Lin Feng to fight this Sword Douluo at close quarters.

And Sword Douluo became more and more frightened as he fought more, decades of rich combat experience allowed him to feel the trajectory of his opponent's attack from clues.

But Ning Rongrong didn't know that he hadn't seen him for more than a year, and he didn't know where he learned the strange fighting skills, and his attacks were quite powerful.

But what surprised him the most was that while Ning Rongrong's martial arts was punching and kicking, bullets shot out of nowhere and hit his vitals, making it impossible to guard against.

Although as a titled Douluo, he wouldn't get hurt because of this, but he could also see Ning Rongrong's extremely abnormal side as an auxiliary system soul master.

With this kind of combat ability, in close combat, even if she is facing a battle spirit master of the [-]th or [-]th level, this girl might be able to kill her easily.

"Grandpa Jian is so powerful, he can hide from such a short distance."

At this time Ning Rongrong jumped back, opened the distance, patted her tender white hands, and said.

"Hehe, my old bones only have this little ability, but you, on the contrary, have brought me a lot of surprises. After going out for more than a year, I almost forgot about you girl when I came back. It's an auxiliary system soul master."

Jian Douluo said with a smile, with an unconcealable surprise in his eyes.

"Girl, you should have finished the experiment by now, right?"

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin looked at Ning Rongrong in front of him, and continued.

"No! Grandpa Jian, he still has one last move, you have to be careful!"

At this time, Ning Rongrong said with a smile after reloading the magazine of the revolver.

"Oh, is there any more? The last trick? It makes me a little interested! Come to Rongrong, let Grandpa Jian have a look!" Jian Douluo said with a slight smile.

A white light flashed in Ning Rongrong's hand. He held the revolver in his right hand. In the palm of his left hand, there was an oval-shaped black metal, which was covered with regular dents and ravines.

This item is the G-14 grenade that Lin Feng gave to Ning Rongrong before. Now that Ning Rongrong took it out, he was naturally ready to try it out.

Immediately, his body fell slightly, his legs were bent like a bow, and he jumped up into the air which was close to three or four meters. A somersault, followed by five bang bang bang sounds.

Jian Douluo raised his head to look at Ning Rongrong in mid-air, frowning slightly, wondering what kind of tricks this little witch is playing again.

But soon, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the metal object like a sweet potato that quickly fell from the midair.

He also narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could find out from his perception that what looked like an ordinary metal bump was not that simple.

Suddenly there was a bang, the thing fell rapidly from the sky, and just as it fell to the ground in front of Sword Douluo, there was a loud noise, even the ground trembled a bit, flames rose, and there was an invisible heat wave .

Following the appearance of the flame, countless metal fragments rushed out of the flame in all directions.

At the same time, the bullets and the fragments produced by the explosion of the G-14 grenade formed an almost seamless attack. As long as Sword Douluo was not negligent, he could be harmed immediately.

"I am like a sword!"

But at this moment, with a light drink.

It was as if a sun had been lit up in the yard, and a strong metallic luster suddenly erupted. The old man in white in front of Ning Rongrong seemed to be a metallic whirlwind.

The ear-piercing sound of friction kept ringing out, whether it was the bullets that hit from all angles, or the metal fragments produced after the grenade exploded, they were all turned into iron filings and scattered in the air.

And behind him, there is a simple giant sword with a length of two meters and a blade width of half a foot, floating in the air.

Two yellow, three purple, four black, with a total of nine soul rings surrounding it. This temporary sword Douluo's sword is one of the top offensive weapon souls, the Seven Killing Sword!

"Grandpa Jian is so powerful! Now Rongrong has nothing to do."

Looking at this strange scene, Ning Rongrong clapped her hands and ran to the old man in white.

At this time, Chen Xin also touched Ning Rongrong's head, and said with a smile.

"You girl is also very powerful. You even forced out Grandpa's martial soul. With your special fighting skills, I'm afraid even ordinary soul sects can't do anything against you."

"How about it, Dad, isn't my gift much better than your hidden weapon!"

After hearing this comment, Ning Rongrong squinted her eyes, turned her head to look at Ning Fengzhi at the side, put her hips on her hips and smiled triumphantly.

But when Ning Fengzhi saw his daughter's proud appearance, he laughed dumbfoundedly and shook his head, after thinking for a while, even though this thing was good, he still put on a face and said on purpose.

"Hehe, that's all for this firearm. Even Uncle Jian's defense can't be broken."

Ning Rongrong, who was originally waiting for Ning Fengzhi to praise him, frowned and said when he saw Ning Fengzhi looking down on him.

"This is very powerful! Mainly because Uncle Jian is too strong as a Titled Douluo, and this revolver is not the strongest firearm. You must know that Dugu Bo, as a Titled Douluo, has not been beaten by us..."