Douluo: Start with a Tom Cat

The pressure of the fifty-fifth level was already considerable. Shen An groaned, and the three soul rings came out in unison. The nine-leaf sword grass suddenly appeared. The man and the sword echoed each other, and the extremely sharp sword intent rose into the sky.

This level of Soul Power Dream Machine cannot be accurately controlled by Shen An alone, and even Ning Rongrong next to him is affected.

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale and she couldn't help but run to the side. If she was still staying next to Shen An, then the first person who would be unable to hold on was not Shen An, but her weak assistant.

Whether it was the soul pressure of Meng Shenji or Shen An's sharp sword intent, the surrounding land couldn't help but crack slightly, and the scattered dust stagnated strangely in the air.

But the most surprising thing was Jerry. Jerry was blindfolded with earplugs and was completely unaware of what was going on in the outside world.

The pressure of the Meng Shenji, which can make a century-old soul beast explode directly, has no effect on it at all.

Xue Beng was already scared to death. His face turned pale and he kept saying: "It's over, it's over, it's over."

What is the concept of fifty-level soul pressure, and what is the concept of yellow and purple? Xue Beng knows that this is definitely a concept that he cannot afford to offend.

Meng Shenji no longer wants to continue. With this soul power pressure, the soul emperor has to kneel down even when he comes. If he is promoted further, what should he do if Shen Ang is too weak? He doesn't want to face the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

Shen An felt that the pressure around his body was weakening, but the feeling of breaking out of the shell in his heart became stronger. He understood that external force must be used to stimulate it.

With a slightly ferocious look on his face, he said: "Meng Education Committee, don't tell me that Contra only has so much weight. That's really disappointing!"

Um!

The level of soul power pressure keeps rising again, fifty-five, fifty-eight, fifty-nine.

Shen An felt as if he was under the pressure of deep water. All the bones in his body seemed to be squeezed out, and his whole body felt as if he was suffocating.

Just when he couldn't hold on anymore, the Nine-leaf Sword Grass seemed to be provoked and the sword's body bloomed with green light. It separated from Shen An's palm and stood side by side with it, the sword chanting continuously.

Shen An's eyes also turned into a green color, complementing the green brilliance of the Nine-leaf Sword Grass. In the dark, Shen An and the Nine-leaf Sword Grass were in harmony.

He suddenly realized that the Nine-leaf Sword Grass was originally just a small grass, but was later endowed with the characteristics of a sword by the system to become so sharp.

He had always thought that the characteristics of the sword gave the Nine-leaf Sword Grass an unparalleled sharpness, but he had neglected to understand why he could use the ultimate sword intention not long after he learned the sword.

But now, under the pressure of Meng Shenji's soul power, and the divine will of the Nine-leaf Sword Grass, he finally understood.

It turns out that what really makes the Nine-leaf Sword Grass known as the ultimate martial spirit is not its indestructible sword body, but the ultimate sword intention that it contains to cut down the sun, moon and stars.

The sword intent of a blade of grass filled Shen An's mind. Invisibly, he seemed to see a blade of grass standing on the earth, slashing towards the sea of ​​stars in the universe.

Although this sword has a humble background, it has the heart to swallow up the world. This sword regards itself as the ultimate, and the so-called sun, moon and stars are no more than mediocrity.

Shen An's pride arose naturally in his heart, and he was nothing more than a piece of grass when faced with Contra, but he must be aware of:

A piece of grass can kill the sun, moon and stars!

At this moment, Shen An understood the meaning of a grass sword. Even though it was a small piece of grass, it could reach the ultimate level of swordsmanship.

Under the pressure of his soul power, which had already reached level 60 or above, he stood proudly, his spine like a sword bone, unyielding and never bending at all.

Shen An's lips parted slightly: "Behead!"

The ultimate sword intent surged out crazily from his body and from the nine-leaf sword grass, reflecting each other, and the green brilliance shone in all directions.

At this moment, the sword intent cuts with pressure!

Suddenly, the infinite sword intent completely shattered the soul pressure of Mengshenji.

‘Oops, no time to dodge! '

Meng Shenji's expression changed drastically. The sword intent actually struck at him, and his pressure had no effect at all. In his haste, he was unable to mobilize his soul power immediately.

He had never thought that Soul Lord could also have sword intent, and even more so, he had never thought that this sword intent could actually cause harm to people.

The invisible sword intent shrouded Meng Shenji, and his gorgeous clothes were cut with holes by the sword intent. His exposed skin was also scarred by countless swords, and blood oozed out, making him miserable.

Jerry's beach chair and coconuts couldn't withstand the extreme sword power, and even the eye mask and earplugs on his face were shattered.

It opened its eyes and looked around, wondering what had happened, why there were a few more bad old men and the man who had been bombed by Tom.

Meng Shenji looked ugly. He was a Soul Douluo. Even though he had not mobilized his soul power, he was actually injured by a soul master. If he had not used his soul power to protect his body later, he would have been in even more embarrassment than now.

But at this moment, he should have been furious, but he only had horror and regret in his heart. Soul Lord Hurt Soul Douluo, what a talent this is.

Even though he didn't deliberately take precautions, Shen An was able to injure him by bursting out a burst of extreme sword intent from his sixty-level pressure.

Meng Shenji felt regretful in his heart. Why did he impulsively help Shrek and Shen An to have a conflict that day? No, I have to find a way to reconcile with him. It is best to abduct him to our Tiandou Royal Academy.

As for eradicating the roots, Meng Shenji had absolutely no such idea. Not to mention that he was a kind-hearted person, just the presence of Ning Rongrong next to him was enough to stop him from having such an idea.

Shen An looked at Meng Shenji, whose eyelids were twitching as he was wounded by a blade of grass sword intent, and said quickly:

"Meng Education Committee, let's just forget about this matter. As I said before, you owe me a favor, and I don't care about the avalanche."

Meng Shenji looked at the blood on his body in silence, and said in a complicated way: "Okay, I hope you can forgive me for this matter. I have received the favor of the royal family and I have to maintain their face."

"I keep my word and owe you a favor. You can make any request to me without violating the principle."

There was a sense of submission in his tone. Meng Shenji had no doubt that Shen An could become a Titled Douluo in the future, and even once Shen An became a Titled Douluo, he would definitely be the best among them.

He really didn't want to provoke such a big enemy for the royal family.

Bai Baoshan and Zhi Linren were also numb. They thought that Tang San was already a rare genius in the world of soul masters, but they didn't know how much better the person in front of them was than Tang San.

Shen An was a soul master, but he realized the sword intent that they couldn't see through. This sword intent hurt Meng Shenji even more. Although it only made him embarrassed, it was enough to prove the extraordinaryness of this sword intent.

Now they are the three who finally know why Xue Qinghe favors Shen An.

"Also, Xue Beng, you have to take responsibility for your mistakes. Apologize to Shen An!" Meng Shenji shouted and looked at Xue Beng indifferently.

Xue Beng looked at the bloodstained Meng Shenji, and he was also dumbfounded. Is there really a soul master who can do this?

Hearing Meng Shenji's shout, he came to Shen An tremblingly, his voice trembling and full of regret: "Shen An, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have deliberately provoked you, my fault, please forgive me."

Shen An glanced at Xue Beng lightly: "Go away, I don't want to waste time with you."

Xue Beng's face was even more blue and white. The dignified prince apologized in person, but was still despised.

In the end, Meng Shenji and the other two left with complicated thoughts, and took Xue Beng, who was in a state of despair and knew that he had caused a big disaster, away.

The sky darkened from light to dark.

When Shen An came, the sun was high in the sky, and now it was sunset.

With the sound of the door opening, the first to come out was a handsome cat-Tom.

Tom knocked on the door, walked to the door, stood up straight, and then closed his eyes.

One of his paws was on his back, and the other paw was stretched forward in a beautiful arc in the air, while he bowed.

A complete gentleman's standard teaching of door-opening etiquette.

--Princess, please