Ronin from Douluo

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Mo Xin was very surprised when she saw her brother coming out.

The guy who had always been timid and afraid of getting into trouble actually became so brave today? This was something she didn't expect.

However, as a man, being able to stand up at such a critical moment is also a kind of strength.

As a swordsman, at least, you cannot have a cowardly heart. A fearless heart that dares to face the powerful and face the fear. Mo Xin believes that this is more important than strong talent and strength!

After all, as the heir to the Hayate Gym, this courage does not disgrace his status as an heir.

Zeng Yi looked at Mo Xiao who was walking forward and couldn't help but cast a look at Mo Xin who was standing aside, as if he was asking her what she meant.

"Okay, I'll let you go then!" Mo Xin met Zeng Yi's eyes, with a smile on his face and nodded.

Seeing that Mo Xin, as the eldest sister, agreed, Zeng Yi naturally had no objection. He looked at Mo Xiao and walked away, and the two passed by each other.

"Come on!" Zeng Yi reached out and patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him.

Mo Xiao looked back at Zeng Yi, his sharp eyes filled with confidence.

He picked up a bamboo sword and placed it vertically on the floor. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and stared straight ahead, waiting for the other party to step forward.

At the Zhenyuan Gymnasium, the group of people were a little confused when they saw the sudden substitution. They couldn't help but look at the leader of the team, Xie Yue.

Xie Yue looked at Mo Xiao and then at Zeng Yi behind him, somewhat unable to understand what the intention of the Gale Wind Gym was.

To be honest, if the opponent was the disciple he had never seen before, he would still feel a little bit in danger. After all, facing an unknown enemy, and with their fearless aura when they came to the door before, he

I just feel like this person is not simple.

However, when the person changed, Xie Yue's worries relaxed. Because he knew the young man in front of him.

Mo Xiao was the son of the owner of the Gale Wind Gym, which was extremely prosperous in those days. However, everyone in Qingping Town basically regarded him as the younger brother of the genius soul master Mo Xin.

Yes, this is everyone's impression of Mo Xiao. All this is because his sister, Mo Xin's light is too dazzling and powerful, so not many people pay attention to him.

Mo Xiao's talent, compared with his sister, Mo Xin, seems very mediocre and inconspicuous. After all, Mo Xin's soul power realm broke through to Soul Master before he was fourteen years old, and he was even more popular.

I was specially invited by the Sword God Palace to practice.

In comparison, Mo Xiao, who is now fifteen years old, is still in the realm of a second-level soul master and has not yet broken through to the soul master level. In such a comparison, he seems very inconspicuous.

But don't forget who Mo Xiao is comparing with! Mo Xiao's talent is not as good as that of his sister Mo Xin, but in Dongli, not everyone's talent is at Mo Xin's level.

Looking at the younger generation, among those of the same age, Mo Xiao's talents, qualifications, and cultivation speed are very outstanding, and cannot compare with his sister. However, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

As the swordsmanship teacher of Zhenyuan Gym, Xie Yue's vision is naturally not so short-sighted.

He knew that letting students who were the same age as Mo Xiao go up would be a big loss, so he could only let older students go up.

"Wu Yuan, come on!"

After listening to the team leader's words, a student named Wu Yuan walked out of the team and stopped in front of Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao looked at the person in front of him, his throat couldn't help but twitched, and he felt a little shuddering in his heart.

The man in front of me was as big as a bull, almost two meters tall, with a burly and majestic body, and the exposed muscles were as powerful as granite.

This size, it can be said, brought a great sense of oppression to Mo Xiao.

"Haha, you are really shameless." Seeing that Zhenyuan Gym sent this person to play, Mo Xin smiled disdainfully.

"How do you say that?" Zeng Yi on the side asked curiously.

"This guy from Zhenyuan Gym is terrifyingly older than me. His cultivation level is that of a Soul Master, and he is close to the Soul Sect level. He has the nerve to challenge him in a duel."

Hearing this, Zeng Yi looked at the two people confronting each other in surprise. You know, Mo Xiao is only fifteen years old, which is the realm of a great soul master, but the other party is already in the realm of a soul master, several years older.

Years old, several years of practice time and experience, this is not something that simple talent can make up for.

Zeng Yi looked at Mo Xin and asked, "Do we want to stop?"

However, Mo Xin still had a calm expression on her face. She shook her head, "It's not necessary. This competition is just a pure swordsmanship competition. Neither side can use martial arts or soul power. Otherwise, how could I give them a chance in my dojo?"

What should I do if I break something while fighting here?"

"Is there still such a thing?"

"Of course! In Dongli, almost everyone is a soul master. If everyone can use soul power and martial souls to fight at will, wouldn't it be a mess?

Under the constraints of the Sword God Palace, everyone must abide by this agreement. Such activities as sparring and visiting the gym are basically just battles between the two sides in swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Therefore, just use your best swordsmanship to defeat the other party.

Except for special requirements, if you want to use martial arts and soul power to get close, you can submit an application to the Sword God Palace branches in various places. If both parties agree, the battle between soul masters will be allowed.

Otherwise, all fights can only be resolved using swordsmen’s methods!”

Mo Xin followed Zeng Yi to explain, but at this time, the representative of the Gale Wind Gym, Mo Xiao, had already started fighting with the representative of the Zhenyuan Gym, Wu Yuan.

The speed of the two of them was very fast. Although the swords in their hands were all bladeless bamboo swords, there was still a sharp edge permeating the wide dojo.

They are both soul masters. Even if they do not use soul power, they still have extraordinary physical fitness. But in the blink of an eye, the swords in their hands touched each other.

Figures intertwined, sword shadows flickered, and the two exchanged several moves in a flash of lightning.

But Zeng Yi on the side could very clearly capture the movements of the two people, even the smallest movements.

Rhythm, breathing, and heartbeat are all under control.

It only took a few moves, but Zeng Yi knew that Mo Xiao was in a big dilemma.

The opponent's burly body, powerful strength, and richer combat experience than Mo Xiao made Mo Xiao breathless.

However, although the opponent was very powerful and had many sword moves, Mo Xiao was able to rely on his versatile swordsmanship and flexible movement. With the speed that the Gale Wind Sword Style was best at, he was able to compete with his opponent Zhou Xuan.

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But that's all, defeat is just a matter of time.

"We might lose." Zeng Yi said calmly while watching the battle between the two.

Mo Xin also nodded in agreement, "It's pretty good to be able to do this. He has been repelled by swordsmanship since he was a child, and he has always grown up in my shadow. He has never been able to face himself directly, and he has never been able to face himself.

Faced with the sword.

However, after my father left and the dojo declined, that year, I came back alone and saw him sitting alone in the empty dojo.

That day, he cried and told me that this was the last time he cried.

He began to pick up the sword and face himself and his heart.

For him, the meaning of fighting is not to avenge his father, nor to inherit this gym, nor to protect this gym.

But because I don’t want to see the cowardly version of myself again.”

Hearing this, Zeng Yi couldn't help but froze for a moment, looking at Mo Xiao who was holding the sword tightly with both hands and gritting his teeth to support the powerful slash.

"I didn't expect that he, who was always smiling, carefree, and carefree, would have such a story."

Mo Xin smiled faintly, "He should be considered a real swordsman now. Therefore, he will definitely win this battle!"

Zeng Yi glanced at Mo Xin in surprise, "It seems you have great confidence in your brother."

"No, I have full confidence in you." Mo Xin said with a smile.

"Uh, what does this mean?"

Mo Xin turned her head, her eyes met Zeng Yi's doubtful eyes, and said, "Actually, when you were sparring with me, you never used your full strength, right?"

Her words made Zeng Yi freeze and suddenly felt very embarrassed.

"No, you are really strong."

Seeing Zeng Yi's serious expression, Mo Xin just smiled and said, "You don't have to fool me, I can still detect these. Are you afraid that I will feel inferior because of this? My sword skills are not that fragile.

You are very strong, probably the strongest young swordsman I have ever seen.

Haven't you been teaching him swordsmanship these past few months?

Don't you have any confidence in yourself?"

Hearing this, Zeng Yi couldn't help but smile and focused on Mo Xiao who was fighting.

"The confidence is not in me, but in Him."

"Yes. However, the other party is stronger than Mo Xiao in terms of strength and physical fitness. However, the difference between the two is only one big realm, and Mo Xiao is about to break through to level 30, so this body

The gap between quality and strength can be bridged through swordsmanship.

But the key point depends on whether he can catch it."

Bang!

Mo Xiao held his sword to block Wu Yuan's powerful blow. When the powerful slash landed on the bamboo sword, there was a loud bang, and it was full of energy.

The powerful force made Mo Xiao keep retreating. At this moment, he was already at a disadvantage. He would be defeated sooner or later.

The opponent's powerful strength and wide-open and wide-open slashes made him extremely uncomfortable. Catching such a sword was already the limit for Mo Xiao.

This feeling is like being hit by a giant beast!

Now, Mo Xiao's own hands were trembling and numb, as if he could no longer hold the hilt of the sword.

But he knew that if he couldn't even hold the sword, he would be completely defeated!

Is there any way to crack it?

The opponent's swordsmanship is too strong, full of power and explosiveness. Is this the swordsmanship of Zhenyuan Gym?

Can the Hayate Sword Style I learned really defeat the opponent's Zhenyuan Sword Style?

You know, even if he is as strong as his father, he still loses!

Mo Xiao's face was pale, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the opponent rushing toward him, then jumped up high, preparing for a powerful leaping move, and he couldn't help but feel helpless in his heart.

Can I really defeat such an opponent?

Mo Xiao's eyes flashed with a hint of diffuseness.

They are all from the Hayate Sword Style, so why can my sister become so powerful in her training? Even Brother Lang was able to practice to the point of proficiency in less than a month of exposure.

Do I really have no talent for practicing swordsmanship?

At this moment, Mo Xiao remembered what Zeng Yi had said to him.

"Mo Xiao, you have to remember that wind is infinite, it has all possibilities, it is not just a manifestation of speed. Sometimes, it is a gentle breeze, extremely soft, pervasive, and invading everything. But

Yes, it is a wild storm, with the momentum to destroy everything, engulf everything, and change the color of the world!"

This is wind, it has countless changes, so it has infinite possibilities!

At this moment, the color in Mo Xiao's eyes dissipated, and the determination to win was revealed! Those dark eyes were like the eyes of a storm capable of swallowing everything, staring directly at the opponent who was leaping down.

At the ultimate moment, he reacted.

The trembling and numb hands suddenly became powerful. The right hand grasped the hilt of the sword tightly and stabbed straight out!

Like lightning, the bamboo sword instantly broke through the layers of airflow barriers, like a swift storm.

What is this guy going to do? Is he going to die?

Wu Yuan's eyes widened with a look of disbelief.

This guy actually wanted to block his slash with his arm.

Even if he didn't use soul power, even if it was just a bladeless bamboo sword, if it fell on his arm, this power would still be able to cut off the arm!

madman!

Bang!

The next second, the battle scene was frozen here.

The tip of Mo Xiao's sword stopped at Wu Yuan's neck, but he blocked the opponent's sword with his left hand.

Broken left arm!

Wu Yuan's eyes widened and cold sweat fell from his forehead as he looked at the person in front of him.

He just felt the breath of death.

The opponent kept his hand! If the sword hadn't stopped, his neck would have been pierced by the bamboo sword without hesitation! And the opponent's price was only a left hand!

"Why?" Wu Yuan asked tremblingly. He couldn't understand why the other party would do this.

However, Mo Xiao just opened his purple lips and smiled.

"I won!"

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