Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

This time, Chenyu felt that most of the high-level soul masters in the village went out and asked the old father to come out and stay for two days. With one title, two Soul Douluo, and a dozen soul saints, the lineup was enough to meet any challenge!

Even if someone comes to cause trouble, even if they are powerful, facing such a lineup, there is no risk of someone killing them.

Otherwise, once they return, they will definitely take revenge. Even if their Chen family is not strong enough, Douhun City is enough for any person or force to drink from it.

As long as we are human, we will have concerns and weigh the pros and cons.

However, Chen Yu ignored an important factor - the wind wolf thief. The entire Chen family had missed the wolf thief.

The Gale Wolf Thieves do not consider the pros and cons of human society. This is a sudden danger that the entire Chen family could not anticipate.

By coincidence, tonight, the Rakshasa power in Chen Zixiu's body suddenly rioted, and he had to suppress this power in the ancestral hall.

At this time, the riot of divine power must be suppressed as soon as possible, otherwise, not only will he be seriously injured, but the entire family and village will also be in crisis.

Zhu Hongzhen, on the other hand, stood by his side silently to prevent any accidents from happening. Even if it was dark outside, he would not dare to come out to defend against the enemy.

This caused the Chen family to not only lack a Titled Douluo when they faced the attack of the Gale Wolf Bandits, but also lacked a Soul Douluo whose defensive power was better than most Titled Douluo.

Time passed by, and it was only after the divine riot had calmed down a little that Chen Zixiu and Zhu Hongzhen rushed to the battlefield.

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Chen Zixiu, a slender swordsman, stood under the moonlight, giving off an extremely fierce aura.

His appearance is quite distinctive, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a resolute face, but also a bit soft, making people feel heroic and gentle at the same time.

In the middle of his eyebrows, there is a red line, which is the mark of his struggle with the power of Rakshasa.

This red line is like a blood stain, witnessing his years of hardship and tenacity.

Although this red line adds a bit of vindictiveness to him, it also gives him a unique charm.

He was wearing a blue robe. The material of the robe was very exquisite. It looked as smooth as water, but in fact it was extremely tough.

The robe is embroidered with complex silver patterns. These patterns are like ancient totems, each one full of mystery and ancient charm.

These silver patterns are not simple decorations. They seem to be telling Chen Zixiu's past. Each pattern represents an experience and a memory.

The sleeves of the robe are wide and flowing, and each cuff has a delicate silver silk thread embroidered pattern.

These patterns are as natural as flowing water and are reminiscent of the paths of stars in the night sky. The small ingenuity on the cuffs shows Chen Zixiu's carefulness and uniqueness.

The blue robe itself symbolizes his character, which is calm and steady, like a sword in the dark, waiting for the moment to be unsheathed.

This robe adds a bit of noble temperament to him, but it does not affect the coolness and uninhibitedness of his swordsman at all.

Although Chen Zixiu has been promoted to a titled Douluo, his face does not look too weathered because of this.

On the contrary, his face was slightly pale due to long-term struggle with the power of Rakshasa, but this did not affect his temperament, but made him appear more tenacious and decisive.

Chen Zixiu is not only full of mystery and ancient aura, but also shows his nobility and extraordinaryness.

His appearance, accompanied by this unique temperament, makes it impossible to ignore his presence.

Just at this moment, Chen Zixiu appeared in the sky above the southeast gate like a god.

His sword, a Seven-Kill Sword, was suspended beside him.

This sword has no ornate decoration, just a sharp blade and a plain hilt.

But under this simple appearance, there is endless murderous intent and charm hidden.

His Seven Killing Sword is like a loyal companion, guarding him all the time.

The sword flashed with fierce light, as if it was about to tear the dark night sky apart.

Chen Zixiu is surrounded by nine soul rings, which is an indescribable majesty and power.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, each soul ring is like a small universe, containing endless power.

They rippled out, forming an energy field with a radius of hundreds of meters, as if it was an invisible pressure, making all the Gale Wolf Thieves inaccessible.

The Gale Wolf Thieves were shocked by Chen Zixiu's appearance.

They have never seen such power, and have never felt such pressure.

They looked at Chen Zixiu, their eyes full of fear and awe.

Some wolf thieves even started to retreat out of fear. They knew that this person was not something they could deal with.

Chen Zixiu landed above the city wall, causing dust to fly, but the moment he appeared, the entire battlefield fell into silence.

Outside the village, there was silence.

All the Gale Wolf Thieves stopped what they were doing, as if waiting for something.

Their eyes were all focused in one direction, where Chen Zixiu was suspended quietly in the air, with nine soul rings spinning continuously, exuding powerful pressure.

"Nine soul rings, titled Douluo!" A calm and firm voice broke the silence.

It was the voice of Mohamed Vazquez, his eyes flashing with anger and determination.

Those elite wolf thieves just now were not only from the Stryker tribe, but also from the Vazquez tribe.

He clearly knew that Chen Zixiu's strength was not that of an ordinary titled Douluo.

In its long career, it was not that it had never seen or fought against a titled Douluo. Chen Zixiu's strength and pressure were different from the titled Douluo it had seen before.

This is a huge threat to the Vasquez tribe.

Chen Zixiu looked at him coldly and said nothing.

There was a coldness and arrogance in his eyes, as if everything was under his control.

His presence alone is enough to make anyone feel stressed, and the powerful power contained in that silence is daunting.

Mohamed Vazquez took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions.

He knew that the most important thing now was to stay calm and not let anger get to his head.

Chen Zixiu did not move his body, but looked at Muhammad Vazquez quietly.

Muhammad Vazquez took a deep breath, knowing that he could no longer let Chen Zixiu continue to exert the pressure of his soul power.

If this continues, as time goes by, Chen Zixiu's pressure may spread and its influence will become more profound.

He must find a way to break this situation, otherwise the psychological advantage of their Vazquez tribe will be lost.

He began to think and try to find a solution to this problem.

At the same time, he also paid close attention to Chen Zixiu's every move, for fear of missing any opportunity.

He knew that facing a strong man like Chen Zixiu, any negligence could lead to fatal consequences.

But Chen Zixiu was still suspended in the air, looking at him coldly, as if waiting for his reaction.

There was a kind of indifference in his eyes, indifference to it, indifference to their tribe, indifference to the wolf bandits as a whole,

That look could clearly convey to all the wolf thief's senses that no matter how much Mohamed Vazquez struggled, he had enough strength and wisdom to deal with it.