I passed the level in Douluo

Chapter 7 Fighting with Sword Douluo
The living room of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Qinghe, why do you have time to come to my place today?" The middle-aged man who looked about 40 years old, with a face like a crown jade, a straight nose and a square mouth, was elegant and gentle, looked at the boy and the child in front of him with a gentle smile.

Qian Renxue smiled, "Qinghe came today, apart from visiting the teacher, there is one more thing to ask Jianmian."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi looked at Jian Douluo at the side.

Jian Douluo is an old man with white beard and hair, but his face is as delicate as a baby. He is not as young and handsome as in the comics at all, which makes Wei Xinling raise his eyebrows slightly.

"What's the matter with the prince?" Jian Douluo was also a little curious, why "Xue Qinghe", who usually only had no acquaintance with him, suddenly came to him with something.

Qian Renxue looked at Wei Xinling at the side, and gestured with her eyes.

Wei Xinling stepped forward, pulled off the bandage that was covering his mouth, bowed at ninety degrees, and said respectfully: "Boy Wei Xinling, begging master to learn one and a half moves from Jianmian's subordinates."

At this time, Qian Renxue also stood up and cupped her hands towards Sword Douluo, saying: "Xinling is the son of a baron servant brought back by Qinghe when he traveled two years ago. When he was one, he was obsessed with the way of swordsmanship and has been practicing painstakingly."

"Qinghe sees that he is intoxicated. Although he and Jianmian are nodding acquaintances, he also wants the child to go further, so he brazenly bothers Jianmian."

First, he sold Bo Can, and tried to win some sympathy, and then picked out his attitude towards kendo, showing Wei Xinling's obsession to Sword Douluo, so as to generate emotional resonance, and finally stated the purpose, which can lower the sword. Douluo's disgust with this almost moral kidnapping behavior.

Although it is not 100% sure that it will be successful, it has at least increased the chances a lot.

One word: high, really high.

After infiltrating the Heaven Dou Empire for four or five years, and with Ning Fengzhi as her teacher, Qian Renxue is quite familiar with these emperor's arts, although she can't say that she is at her fingertips.

Stroking the white beard on his chin, Jian Douluo's cloudy eyes were full of light, and he couldn't see his most real thoughts at the moment.

Even Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Boy."

Hearing Jian Douluo calling him, Wei Xinling looked up and saw a wooden sword being thrown towards him by Jian Douluo, "If you want to learn swordsmanship from me, you have to show your true skills."

After finishing speaking, Sword Douluo also took out a wooden sword, and pointed the tip of the sword directly between Wei Xinling's brows, "Come, let me fight this old man."

Hearing that Jian Douluo was going to fight him, Wei Xinling was stunned for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Please give me your advice, senior."

Ning Fengzhi immediately smiled and said: "In that case, let me be the referee."

Following Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, Wei Xinling and Qian Renxue came to an open field.

Ning Fengzhi smiled elegantly, and said: "Xinling boy can use his full strength, and Uncle Jian will see what happens, so you don't have to worry about getting hurt."

Wei Xinling held the wooden sword horizontally in front of his body, his lower body was slightly opened, Wei Xinling stood like a green pine tree, and did not preemptively strike.

Jian Douluo didn't move either, he just looked at Wei Xinling indifferently in front of him.

In battle, it is usually said that whoever can seize the opportunity will have the balance of victory tilted towards him.

However, in the eyes of experts, no matter who comes first, strength is everything.

If the enemy is first, then they can find out the enemy's flaws at the moment of the enemy's shot, and come up with a way to deal with it and countermeasures. On the contrary, they will not give the enemy a chance to counterattack.

The two confronted each other for a full quarter of an hour, but no one took the lead to take the first charge.

Seeing that Wei Xinling could bear his temper, Jian Douluo's evaluation of him went up to a higher level.

In the battle between life and death, the most taboo thing is to be brave and intrepid, and Wei Xinling understands this truth at a young age, which is very rare.

Qian Renxue and Ning Fengzhi on the side did not show any signs of impatience.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and still no one made the first move.

Wei Xinling quietly clenched the hilt of his sword, he knew that he had no chance of winning, and in Jian Douluo's eyes, he was full of flaws.

He could hold his breath, Jian Douluo could hold his breath even more, instead of waiting like this, it would be better to take the initiative to attack.

Whoosh!
The wind was blowing under Wei Xinling's feet, like a sharp arrow off the string, it broke through the air resistance, his white hair flew back, his clothes swept up, and he quickly approached Jian Douluo.

The oncoming strong wind blew his long hair, and his clothes fluttered, but Sword Douluo was already used to it, and his expression was calm.

The moment Wei Xinling came to him and stabbed with a sword.

Two rays of light bloomed in his eyes, and he flicked the wooden sword in his hand, making a trembling sound, and at the same time, a fierce aura full of sharpness emanated from Jian Douluo.

Before he got close, Wei Xinling felt a bone-piercing cold wind blowing, causing a burning pain on his face.

Jian Douluo was not in a hurry, he stabbed out with the sword lightly, with an air of indifference.

But Wei Xinling felt an aura of infinite determination in it.

Squinting his eyes, Wei Xinling drew back resolutely, and spun around.

boom!
The two wooden swords collided impartially, making a sound of blunt objects colliding, and they were firmly at loggerheads.

Wei Xinling knew that this was Sword Douluo holding back from him, otherwise how could his six-year-old boy's body be able to compare in strength to Sword Douluo who had been promoted to the Title Douluo for how many years?
"Is that all?" Jian Douluo asked indifferently: "If this is the only way, then this old man will be very disappointed."

Tsk!Wei Xinling clicked his lips, drew his sword suddenly and turned around, with a flick of his wrist, the wooden sword stabbed straight out, pointing directly at Sword Douluo again.

Jian Douluo flipped the wrist holding the wooden sword, and each time it happened to collide with the wooden sword in Wei Xinling's hand, making a series of muffled "bang bang bang" sounds.

After dozens of sword moves back and forth, Wei Xinling, who was knocked back by Sword Douluo for more than ten steps, was barely able to stop panting, but the face of Sword Douluo on the opposite side remained unchanged, and even the wooden sword burst open. There is no trace of it.

It is worthy of being a strong man who has been steeped in swordsmanship for many years.

The soul power in his body surged quietly, and with a flash of silver light, the Ten Commandments appeared on the five fingers of his left hand.

With a flick of his little hand, the five silk threads suddenly shot straight to Sword Douluo not far in front.

call out!
At the same time, with a shake of the long sword, Wei Xinling made a sudden move.

"Good come."

Jian Douluo's cloudy eyes flashed, the wooden sword in his hand trembled, and he slashed down suddenly.

Those five silk threads were directly cut off by Sword Douluo.

The moment the silk thread was cut off, the soul power in Wei Xinling's body suddenly dropped by [-]%.

But Wei Xinling didn't have time to think about the reason for the sudden drop in soul power, so he stabbed fiercely with his sword.

At this time, Sword Douluo's wooden sword also arrived.

(End of this chapter)