106: Jian Douluo cut off his own right arm? !

The battle was about to begin, Qian Feng attacked first!

The long sword in his hand swung, followed by streaks of afterimages. Chen Xin was not in a hurry to make a move; instead, he kept defending, observing Qian Feng's sword style.

The clanging sound of sparks was endless, as the two people above the forest, one attacked and one defended.

Chen Xin also saw the streaks of afterimages left by Qian Feng in the air, and a cold smile appeared on his lips, "Your sword technique is good, but compared to mine, it's still far too lacking!"

As his voice fell, the long sword in Chen Xin's hand suddenly flew up into the sky. Then, he stepped into the air beside the sword, controlling it, and sneered, "Eighth Soul Skill · Seven Kill Blood Demon Sword Style!"

In mid-air, wisps of blood-red soul power condensed into a four-armed giant demon with a crimson body, holding a long sword formed by the convergence of blood-red soul power.

Ning Rongrong at the cliff looked up and already felt fear in her heart. Qian Feng, facing this demon directly, furrowed his brows, pointed his right hand sword-finger forward, and let out a cold snort:

"Come!"

The thousands of sword shadows originally left behind condensed into a Golden Lightning sword body. Unlike before, this time the sword waterfall condensed Golden Lightning soul power and charged towards the blood-red four-armed giant demon.

The latter immediately brandished his four blood-colored long swords. Each clash of swords would stir up gusts of powerful wind, causing all the trees in the entire forest to be blown and broken, flying into the air.

The Golden Lightning sword waterfall and the blood-red sword energy collided in mid-air, the clanging sounds piercing and harmful.

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip, urging her soul power to barely allow her to watch the battle between Qian Feng and Chen Xin.

"Not enough?" Qian Feng sighed softly. His sword waterfall was gradually being shattered by the opponent. He simply let out a cold snort, "Fifth Soul Skill · Lightning Shadow Doppelganger; Second Spirit Skill · Lightning Descent!"

Qian Feng's figure suddenly split into four, each holding the Zhi Ge Divine Sword, flashing towards the four arms of the crimson giant demon.

"Star Shift!"

A moment later, Chen Xin felt that his four arms could no longer swing. He narrowed his eyes and looked, only to see countless threads of lightning wrapped around his arms.

"Heh heh, not bad!"

"Even better is yet to come!" Qian Feng sneered. After successfully restraining the opponent for a short time, he immediately flew into the air, using his Seventh Soul Skill for the first time.

Martial Soul True Body!

Golden Lightning gradually began to converge on Qian Feng's body. A moment later, he was clad in Divine General Golden Lightning armor, wearing a White Tiger lightning helmet on his head, his entire body floating in mid-air like a Divine Realm War God.

"Is my Martial Soul True Body an amplification of various attributes?" Qian Feng narrowed his eyes and felt it for a moment.

This set of Divine General armor could enhance his attack, defense, spirit, and other powers.

After a cold laugh, he held the Radiant Thunder Spear in his left hand and the Zhi Ge Divine Sword in his right, looking at the crimson four-armed giant demon with imposing divine might.

Immediately, a burst of lightning erupted, charging towards the giant creature's brow, with a sound of breaking through the air.

"Heh heh, it won't be that easy! Ninth Soul Skill!" Chen Xin roared angrily. His soul power, after all, was one level higher than Qian Feng's. After unleashing his soul power without reservation, he completely broke free from the countless Golden Lightning threads.

Then, he flew up into the sky, holding the Seven Kill Sword with both hands above his head, and streaks of blood clouds immediately swirled up.

"Ninth Soul Skill · Divine Demon Twin Slash!"

From within the blood clouds, the sound of a sword cry was heard. The ultimate technique, which was originally half killing intent and half sword energy, now only had blood energy left.

Chen Xin stepped into the air and flew into the sword body. That massive blood sword, which seemed capable of directly severing the sky, pressed down towards Qian Feng, as if to cut off a speck of dust.

Qian Feng sighed. It seemed he was at a great disadvantage without a Ninth Soul Skill, but fortunately, he still had another powerful method.

Clad in the Divine General armor, he looked up at the blood-red long sword in the sky, then let out a cold snort, commanding word by word:

【Illustrious Thunder Lord, obey my command, slay without mercy!】

The massive figure of Thunder Lord impressively formed. This time, the armor on Thunder Lord's body was even more solid, seemingly increasing in strength as Qian Feng's power gradually improved.

Seeing the blood-red long sword about to attack Qian Feng, the long saber in Thunder Lord's hand slashed towards the blood sword body!

With a crisp sound of breaking, which shook the entire sky, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's Ninth Soul Skill blood sword was directly split in half by Thunder Lord's single strike!

"Pfft," Qian Feng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, looking at the split blood-red long sword in the sky.

The long sword turned into fragments and fell into the forest. In an instant, there was a sizzling sound of corrosion. Qian Feng looked down and saw that the originally lush forest had begun to turn into a barren land, showing how terrifying the corrosive nature of this blood energy was.

Chen Xin's black robe fluttered in mid-air. He clutched his head and roared in pain, "Why... is this thing controlling me? This voice, is it Tang Hao?!"

"Hmm?!" Qian Feng's heart stirred. He must save Chen Xin; perhaps he could ask about what kind of power that blood energy was!

He flew in front of Chen Xin and quickly asked, "Sword Douluo, how are you feeling now?"

Chen Xin raised his head. One eye was crimson, while the other was its usual color. He wore a pained expression, his forehead covered in sweat. After a moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "You leave first, go and unlock the shackles on Rongrong!"

Qian Feng nodded, turned, and flew to the cliff. With a wave of the Zhi Ge Divine Sword in his right hand, Ning Rongrong broke free from her restraints and threw herself into Qian Feng's arms, asking in a fearful and uneasy tone:

"Jing Qian Feng. What happened to Sword Grandfather?"

"Alas, now we can only rely on him." Qian Feng sighed, not pushing her away. The two of them looked up at Chen Xin in the sky, who was swaying in pain in mid-air at this moment.

"Tang Hao... did you scheme against us?! Heh heh, don't tell me you thought I was really that easy to control!" Chen Xin snorted coldly. His other eye, which was originally clear, was now mostly red.

He narrowed his eyes and shouted at Qian Feng on the cliff, "Kid, use the lightning spear you used just now again! This thing seems to have a restraining effect on blood energy!"

"Uh..." Qian Feng frowned, but now was not the time to ask too many questions. He let go of Ning Rongrong, then gathered the lightning spear in his left hand and threw it directly towards Chen Xin!

The Radiant Thunder Spear turned into a bolt of lightning and shot out. Chen Xin directly grabbed the lightning spear with his left hand, then gritted his teeth and endured the severe burning pain in his palm.

"My sword is not something you can pollute!"

Chen Xin raised his head and roared angrily. Then, he swung the lightning spear in his left hand towards his right arm, where he originally held his sword. Blood spurted out, and his complexion instantly turned pale. However, after severing his arm, the crimson mist light in his eyes also dissipated.

"Hmph!" Chen Xin snorted coldly and then struck his falling severed arm with the lightning spear again. Qian Feng narrowed his eyes and vaguely saw the shadow of a Blood Serpent inside the severed arm.

"Rongrong, Sword Grandfather was confused." Chen Xin flew weakly onto the cliff and knelt on one knee, clearly having lost his strength.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong's eyes turned red, and she sobbed, throwing herself into his embrace.

"Senior Chen Xin, you severed an arm to regain consciousness. It is truly admirable." Qian Feng sighed, sincerely marveling at Chen Xin's tough character, like a long sword.

"I still have to thank you for your help. If the Golden Lightning hadn't entered my body, I wouldn't have had that moment of clarity." Chen Xin shook his head and sighed, "Alright, let's quickly return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. I wonder how Feng Zhi is doing now!"

"Father!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed. The three of them immediately returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!