Douluo: I love Qian Renxue alone, but I can kill with nine swords in a box!

Chapter 21 Swordless Scabbard
  "Hmph! Pretend to be a ghost, do you think we, the five titled Douluo, can still be afraid of what you say!"

Bibi Dong showed disdain, regardless of whether Qin Shiyuan really had a trump card or not.

Even the five titled Douluo on her side would never be intimidated by a mere Contra.

"If you have the ability, just use it. I will take it all as ordered."

"If not, then now is your death day!"

"on!"

With that said, Bibi Dong no longer hesitated, took the brunt of the attack, and led the other four people behind her to attack Qin Shiyuan.

"Martial spirit, Death Spider King!"

"Martial spirit..."

As five martial spirits appeared in succession, powerful auras exploded.

The next moment, a total of 5,945 dazzling haloes rose slowly, blooming brilliantly in the mid-air covered with white mist.

In an instant, a huge momentum surged, and a void of nothingness was cleared among everyone.

"Sixth soul skill: Blood-sucking spider thorn!"

The sixth black soul ring lined up behind Bibi Dong lit up first.

In an instant, densely packed and countless black stingers appeared behind her.

With a single order, the overwhelming force shot toward Qin Shiyuan.

Each of these poisonous stingers is less than the thickness of a hair, but has super-sharpness.

At the tip of its root that exudes cold light, there is still a faint trace of black poisonous gas.

There is no doubt that if he is hit by this blow, even if he is not stabbed to death.

I'm afraid it won't take more than a moment or three, but it will be corroded into a pool of blood by the terrifying poison covering it.

However, facing this attack, Qin Shiyuan did not panic at all.

"Juque! Zangfeng! Hanguang!"

He shouted softly, and the Jiuyuan Sword Box in his hand instantly unfolded into shape.

As three thick giant swords flew out, eight new soul rings hung quietly again.

After absorbing a hundred thousand year old soul ring again, Qin Shiyuan's soul ring ratio at this time has reached the extremely terrifying two purples! Two blacks! Four reds!

"The third soul skill, three lotuses!"

With a gentle wave of his sword fingers, three long swords flew out of their sheaths and appeared in the air in an instant.

Immediately, a high-speed rotating three-petal lotus flower formed in front of Qin Shiyuan.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Hundreds of sounds of metal collisions sounded in succession, under the high-speed rotation of the blue lotus.

I saw countless black spider thorns scattering in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers.

But Qin Shiyuan, who was behind the giant lotus, was still safe and sound without any injuries.

"Ok?"

Seeing that her attack had no effect, Bibi Dong looked slightly surprised.

Although her attack was just a group soul skill used for testing, its power was far less damaging than a single attack.

But it is undeniable that the titled Douluo soul power contained in it is real.

And Qin Shiyuan's soul skills could block all her attacks so easily.

In some ways, it is enough to roughly prove that the quality of the opponent's soul power is no longer inferior to that of ordinary titled Douluo.

Until now, recalling what Qin Shiyuan said before, Bibi Dong suddenly felt a little bad in his heart.

"Follow up with your soul skills, don't give him a chance to idle!"

Bibi Dong shouted sharply, but no soul skills appeared behind her as she expected.

"What are you doing!"

Bibi Dong turned around and glared away.

The four of them woke up from their dreams at this moment. Looking at Bibi Dong's angry face, a layer of shame instantly appeared on their faces.

They originally thought that Bibi Dong's attack was already a sure win, and there was no need for them to take another shot. Never thought that Bibi Dong, a titled Douluo, would fail when faced with an eight-ring Soul Douluo-level kid.

But after all, he was the Pope, and the four of them did not dare to refute.

He could only light up the soul ring as quickly as possible, hoping that Qin Shiyuan would not be as terrifying as Bibi Dong thought.

However, their hopes were doomed.

It was precisely because of their distraction at this moment that Qin Shiyuan quickly seized the gap of this millisecond.

His attack turn is here, and he... only needs one sword!
  "His Majesty the Pope, it's my turn!"

Qin Shiyuan's eyes flashed sharply, and the sword fingers in his hand began to swing rapidly.

"Shenshui! Tai'a! Chengying! Juque! Zangfeng! Hanguang! Mo Yang!"

The names of the seven swords in a row were whispered in his mind one by one.

Until the soul power stayed under the remaining sword pillar on the left side of the sword box.

"Longyuan!"

A voice full of edge and murderous intent came out of Qin Shiyuan's mouth.

As the four-foot-six-inch long sword left its sheath for the first time, it soared into the sky.

Among the many sword intentions surrounding him, an endless killing intent was instantly added again.

Yes, the meaning of this Longyuan sword is only one word: kill!

It seems simple, but this is the true meaning of Kendo that Kendo Chen has been pursuing for nearly a hundred years and has still not even touched the threshold.

"This killing intent!"

Bibi Dong looked shocked. She had been to the Killing City several times.

But now, the feeling that Qin Shiyuan gave her was infinitely more powerful than that of the so-called killing field.

Even if he is stronger than her, his heart can't help but tremble secretly.

However, if anyone noticed Qin Shiyuan's eyes at this time.

You will find that Bibi Dong and others have long since disappeared from his eyes, and what is left is only fanaticism!
  "The fun begins now!"

"Jiuyuan Sword Box!"

"Eight swords merge into one, give it to me...melt!"

Suddenly, an almost roaring voice came out of his mouth, and the veins on Qin Shiyuan's neck suddenly popped out.

Under Bibi Dong's extremely shocked gaze, the eight long swords surrounding Qin Shiyuan suddenly shot straight into the sky.

Pierced straight through the white mist, the eight swords lined up in a row, and then quickly formed a circle.

In the center, a golden shadow that looked like a giant sword quietly appeared in the sky.

One handle, two handles...

The eight surrounding long swords suddenly moved, and each handle began to quickly merge into the huge golden shadow.

Starting from the Sinking Sword, until the end, the moment when the Longyuan Sword completely merged with the phantom.

"Buzz!"

An unprecedented sword cry suddenly resounded throughout the entire world!

"Here comes the sword!"

A thick voice penetrated the clouds.

The long sword in the sky seemed to turn into slender lightning and disappeared in mid-air instantly.

When he reappeared, he was back in the hands of Qin Shiyuan in the white mist.

Looking at Bibi Dong, whose expression was extremely solemn, Qin Shiyuan held the golden sword whose details could not be seen clearly and grinned.

"His Majesty the Pope, why are you so nervous?"

As he spoke, light flashed in his other hand, and a simple sheath without a sword suddenly appeared.

"My sword was only half handed out..."

(End of this chapter)