Douluo: Qingmei Ning Rongrong, I choose Kamisato Ayaka

The sword god in white clothes slowly swung the sword in his hand. His movements seemed extremely slow, but when he made the move, the thunderclouds in the sky that were originally brought by the god of the sea Poseidon actually dispersed silently.

A dazzling silver light cut through the sky, as if splitting the sky in two. The sword seemed to split the sky and the earth, tearing apart the night and the dawn, and making the entire world bright.

That sword was full of beauty. It had no lethality and was not very sharp, but when it fell, the three giant blades of Poseidon, the god of the sea, were turned into nothing by it.

The sea waves exploded, and huge waves rolled in the air. A stream of bright red blood slowly slid down Poseidon's chest.

"how is this possible?"

Poseidon looked at the white-robed sword god in front of him in disbelief. At that moment, he actually felt the threat of death. The sword seemed ordinary, but it contained the ultimate killing attribute.

What kind of sword is this? Why does it make me feel so threatened by death?

Just when Poseidon, the god of the sea, was puzzled, he was suddenly surprised to find that his body was cracking uncontrollably, starting from his forehead, inch by inch, and then spreading to his entire body. Even his head was no exception, and was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks.

What kind of sword is this? Why is it so terrifying?

The eyes of Poseidon were filled with shock. He couldn't understand why this happened. However, at this moment, he felt that a mighty sword intent was gradually invading his body. He was unable to resist and let the sword intent flow in.

A thought flashed through my mind.

That is - he is going to die!

He is obviously the god of the sea, how could he die?

"No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

There was a look of fear in the eyes of Poseidon.

He was unwilling to accept this, he really was unwilling to accept this! With the body of the Sea God, he roamed the world and was invincible.

Who on the mainland dares to fight him? No, absolutely no one! But such an existence with supreme power is going to die here.

This is so unfair and unacceptable.

“No—, no—!”

Layers of azure blue light burst out from his body, trying to block the overwhelming sword intent. However, those lights were fragile and seemed so weak in front of the sword intent of the white-clothed sword god.

Finally, a scream resounded on the edge of the sea, and a tsunami suddenly rose. Then, countless huge waves rushed into the sky.

The body of Poseidon, the god of the sea, completely disappeared, leaving only the azure blue sea water floating between heaven and earth.

The sword god in white sheathed his sword and stood quietly there, watching the tide in the sky slowly recede and finally return to normal.

"Buzz--" The sword rang melodiously, and the Xiaoyao Sword was inserted back into the sword case behind him.

He nodded slightly, his white clothes and white hair, his green shirt fluttering in the wind, his hands hanging at his sides, he just stood quietly in the air.

At this moment, Chen Feng looked at the Sword God in front of him with great horror!

He could hardly imagine that this was the power of the Sword God. Even if the God of the Sea was in front of him, he only needed one sword!

This is really too powerful!

The sword god in white slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Feng.

In an instant, Chen Feng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His whole body became stiff and even his breathing stopped.

What a terrifying aura, that kind of invisible pressure was enough to make him tremble with fear.

"You are very good. At such a young age, you have already reached the Titled Douluo realm. Moreover, your talent in swordsmanship is also quite good. Practice well. You must remember that Douluo Continent is just a small starting point. You still have a long way to go in the future." The White-Robed Sword God said calmly.

"Thank you, senior!" Chen Feng hurriedly bowed.

The White-robed Sword God shook his head and said, "No need to thank me. I said that I would leave my successor three chances of swordsmanship, and the sword just now was the third sword. I am just a remnant soul that stays in this world. If you want to see my real body, go to a higher and farther world."

Chen Feng nodded respectfully, "Senior, are you no longer in the God Realm?"

The White-Robed Sword God nodded slightly, "Does the Douluo God Realm deserve to be called the God Realm? I left the so-called God Realm hundreds of thousands of years ago. The world I am in now is a real world of cultivating immortals. When you come here, you will know how small this Douluo world is."

"Okay, from now on, all your training and all your enemies will depend on you. When you kill the gods, I will give you the true inheritance. By then, you will be invincible!"

After the White-robed Sword God finished speaking, he looked at Chen Feng and said again: "My remaining soul will also dissipate. I hope that one day you can really come to me and meet me!"

After the White-Clothed Sword God finished speaking, he turned into countless points of light and disappeared from this world!

Chen Feng looked at the white-robed sword god in great shock, and remained silent for a long time until he completely disappeared.

He knew that he had met a super strong man, a being who was truly extremely powerful.

Although he was only a remnant soul, the shock it brought to him was unimaginable. He simply couldn't imagine how there could be such a powerful person in this world. That person was simply an existence that was above heaven and earth!

"It seems that I can only rely on myself in the future."

"I don't have much time left, I have to break through as soon as possible!"

Afterwards, Chen Feng brought everyone back to the Sword God Academy. At this time in the Sword God Academy, almost all the original gods had become Titled Douluo, so that the current Sword God Sect was definitely the strongest organization on the continent, even surpassing the Spirit Hall!

After returning to the Sword God Sect, Chen Feng began to retreat.

The retreat was in a quiet secret room, surrounded by ancient sword formations. The faint candlelight flickered, casting mottled sword shadows on the wall. Chen Feng sat in the center, cross-legged, his mind gradually immersed in the endless ocean of swordsmanship. Everything in front of him seemed to be isolated, and his consciousness gradually deepened with his breathing, and the afterglow of the sword began to echo in his heart.

"That sword... is not only strength, but also the true meaning of swordsmanship." Chen Feng muttered in his heart. He tried to recall the calmness and strength shown by the White-robed Sword God, and tried to use it for his own benefit. His swordsmanship concepts constantly collided and blended at this moment, like a myriad of brilliant lights intertwined together, gradually forming a unique sword intent.

As time went by, Chen Feng felt the sword energy in his body gradually awaken, like a sleeping dragon slowly waking up. Every time he took a deep breath, there was a surge of sword intent. His soul merged with the sword at this time, as if he heard countless sword sounds echoing in his ears, as if telling him a deeper mystery.