Douluo's pride

Chapter 343 Empty

Xue Xiaoran felt a little bored, the practice here was not even as good as her practice in Xiaoyao Sword Sect, at least, there were disciples to practice with her.

"Xue Xiaoran."

He raised his head and watched another young man with a sword in the team walk into him.

"May I ask you about the sword?"

Xue Xiaoran thought for a moment, then nodded, "I use a wooden sword."

Ji Juechen's face froze, "Xue Xiaoran, do you look down on me?"

"Practice, why use a real sword? How precious is life?" Xue Xiaoran said lightly, took out two wooden swords from the ring, and threw one to Ji Juechen.

"Grass and trees are swords." Xue Xiaoran put down the sword on her waist, and faced Ji Juechen sideways.

The practice battle between the two immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the Taoists, especially the five girls who were bathing in the stream.

"Just let you see my strength." Ji Juechen's surroundings seemed to be stained with gray, full of loneliness, withered, withered, and even a little lonely.

Holding the sword like this, he walked towards Xue Xiaoran step by step.

This sword is, the sword of protection.

Guard the sword of Jing Ziyan.

Xue Xiaoran didn't say a word, and directly hit the sword in the chest.

This sword has no artistic conception, no emotion, only that sharp and indomitable stab.

Ji Juechen frowned, how could the sword of Xindao cause any harm to himself?

Immediately, he was startled, his own silence, his own domain, seemed like a balloon had a hole punctured, he could no longer maintain the previous strength of being intoxicated in the domain.

"The field is good."

After Xue Xiaoran finished speaking, she put away the sword, leaving Ji Juechen standing alone, sweating coldly behind his back.

If the sword just pierced deeper, he would be disemboweled on the spot, and this is just a wooden sword!

If he used a real sword, that fortitude would directly hurt his internal organs, and that sharp sword intent pierced his body straight!
But the girls were all stunned, they only saw Xue Xiaoran make a sword strike, and it was over.

It is still very difficult to see what is in their eyes.

Tang Wutong frowned slightly, she felt a little familiar with the sword gesture.

"Brother Ji, haha, how do you feel?"

Xu Sanshi laughed, and went over to pat Ji Juechen on the shoulder.

Ji Juechen's face turned pale, he shook his head and said, "Sure enough, I lost."

"Hey, he's a monster. How can you compare with him? Yuhao's fish is almost ready, let's get ready to eat."

Beibei leaned closer and smiled wryly.

Ji Juechen nodded, even if Xin Dao used the sword of judgment and domain just now, he would still be pierced by the sword.

The sword just now has no solution.

He suddenly felt a bit ironic, it was Xue Xiaoran who taught him that in the sword, you need to have your own feelings, whether it is revenge, or killing, or guarding, he has indeed chosen this way, his strength is now in the In the inner courtyard, it can already be regarded as the best, and it has also come together with Jing Ziyan.

But now Xue Xiaoran's sword doesn't have any emotion, it seems that when he first practiced sword in the Sun Moon Royal Academy, he only had the sword in his heart.

He was a little confused in his heart, whether the path he was walking was right?
At this moment, Huo Yuhao's fish was finished grilling. Seeing that he was still in a daze, Jing Ziyan couldn't help pulling him over with a slight annoyance, and handed him a grilled fish.

Ji Juechen suddenly realized, yes, his own sword is the sword that guards Jing Ziyan, why did he suspect that he was on the wrong path just now?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat again.

However, Ji Juechen now has a slight smile on his face, which makes Jing Ziyan not only dumbfounded.

Xue Xiaoran's body, which was currently practicing, nodded slightly, yes, it's a good person who can believe in the path she's walking on.

Becoming a Titled Douluo shouldn't be a problem.

He opened his eyes and looked at the figures of Tangmen fighting for fish, with a calm expression.

If there is color, then Xue Xiaoran's place is colorless, while Tangmen's place is like a rainbow full of purples and reds.

His silver eyes blinked, thinking whether Ji Juechen was suitable for recruiting into Xiaoyao Sword Sect.

If there is an exception once, it should be allowed.

Not far away, Jiang Nannan handed Tang Wutong two skewers of grilled fish and a bowl of fish soup, and pouted in Xue Xiaoran's direction.

Tang Wutong was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a flushed face.

Then she tiptoed into Xue Xiaoran, as if she was afraid of breaking Xue Xiaoran's peaceful world at the moment.

But everyone in the Tang Sect looked at this scene of deja vu and sighed in their hearts. Now, things are different.

They are not what they were then.

"Brother Xiaoran...Xiaoran, eat some." Tang Wutong stretched out the back of a jade-like hand, and handed Xue Xiaoran a bunch of grilled fish.

Xue Xiaoran's current empty domain was shattered quietly by outsiders, and his silver eyes moved to Tang Wutong's body.

At this moment, Tang Wutong's eyes were filled with countless emotions, it was anticipation, a trace of resentment, and in return, a little impulsiveness.

"Thank you."

Xue Xiaoran said lightly, took the grilled fish, and bit down lightly.

Not bad, he said in his heart.

Tang Wutong sat beside him, her eyes lowered, as if she was feeling something.

"Xue Xiaoran, can you tell me about your past?"

"why?"

Hearing Tang Wutong's question, Xue Xiaoran replied calmly.

Tang Wutong couldn't help feeling a little crazy, she wanted to beat Xue Xiaoran severely in front of her, even if she knew that the other party really had amnesia, but she was sure that it was Xue Xiaoran.

She also finally remembered why that sword was so familiar.

In the God Realm, that was Xue Xiaoran's sword move, it was a sword technique he had practiced countless times, while Tang Wutong was lying on the clouds at that time, staring blankly at Xue Xiaoran's serious swing. sword.

And she often pouted, why didn't Xue Xiaoran play with her.

Although he doesn't remember the God Realm or me, he is Xue Xiaoran, my elder brother Xiaoran.

Tang Wutong raised the corners of her mouth and felt genuinely happy at the same time. Fortunately, she didn't forget Brother Xiaoran's sword skills.

Xue Xiaoran looked at Tang Wutong sometimes gnashing her teeth, sometimes with a slight smile on her face, picked up the bowl, and took a sip of the fish soup.

He didn't understand why this woman entangled him, just like that Qiu'er.

It was as if she had known herself for a long time, because Xue Xiaoran could read the emotion in their eyes.

It was a love.

Immediately, he exhaled a turbid breath, spit out the confusion in his heart, his silver eyes became clear again, and he looked at the Tang Sect people who were making a fuss, and entered the field of sky again.

(End of this chapter)