"Ninth Soul Skill, Bone Transformation Divine Dragon!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong roared to the sky, and his last spirit ring, which was also an incomparably deep black, shone brightly!
Click! Click!
His bones began to grow and reorganize wildly!
In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared, and in his place was a huge bone dragon with a body length of over 100 meters, its entire body made of pure white bones!
An aura of desolation, antiquity, and immortality emanated from the bone dragon.
This is his strongest defensive soul skill, transforming into a bone dragon, which is said to be able to withstand all attacks below the god level!
He wanted to create the final and strongest opportunity for Chen Xin to attack!
Sword Douluo Chen Xin glanced at the bone dragon beside him, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He nodded emphatically.
He has one last strike.
That sword strike was not used lightly.
Because once he draws his sword, he will be completely unprepared and easily interrupted.
But now, with the ancient banyan tree protecting him, he has no more worries!
Sword Douluo Chen Xin slowly closed his eyes.
He entered a state of ethereal tranquility.
Everything around him seemed to have faded away; in his world, only the Seven Kill Sword in his hand remained.
He began to chant softly.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a unique rhythm, as if it were telling the story of its own life.
"The osmanthus tree shines brightly over a hundred miles of land,"
"The partridge's cry echoes through the cool midday shade."
"The peaks above Yanpingjin are as sharp as if they were cut by a knife."
"The sword is gone, the river is empty, but the water flows on."
After finishing the poem, he suddenly opened his eyes!
In his eyes, there were no pupils, only pure, ultimate sword intent!
He raised the Seven Kill Sword high above his head and, with all his might, unleashed the most glorious and proudest sword strike of his life as a swordsman, Chen Xin!
"Ninth Soul Skill, Sword Dao, Dust Heart!"
As Chen Xin uttered the last four words, all sounds in the world seemed to be drawn away at that moment.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no light tearing through the sky.
There was only utter silence.
The Seven Kill Sword, composed of thunder and sword intent, dissipated inch by inch in Chen Xin's hands, transforming into the purest Dao and reason, which merged into himself.
His person is the sword.
His intention was the way of the sword.
With body as sword and soul as blade, sever all worldly desires and shatter all laws!
This is no longer a simple soul skill, but the ultimate manifestation of Sword Douluo Chen Xin's lifelong cultivation!
An invisible and intangible yet omnipresent sharpness locked onto Tang Qing in the sky.
Beneath that sharp edge, even the space itself cracked, seemingly unable to withstand the extreme sword intent.
Chen Xin, atop the hundred-meter-long bone dragon, was as pale as paper, but the light in his eyes was brighter than ever before.
He looked at Tang Qing, his voice calm yet carrying a resolute determination to sever all ties.
"Blue Silver King, it's not too late to admit defeat now."
"This sword can slay both humans and gods."
"No matter how strong your vitality is, you can only defend. If you can't defend, you will die."
Standing before the mountain gate, Ning Fengzhi's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. He could no longer remain calm and shouted loudly at the sky.
"Blue Silver King!"
"This is the culmination of Chen Xin's lifelong swordsmanship; it cannot be taken head-on! Let's stop here!"
Ning Rongrong, standing beside him, had her long, slender, fair legs stretched taut beneath her gorgeous skirt, revealing her extreme nervousness.
Her pretty face was completely bloodless, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on the sky.
She didn't think Tang Qing could win.
Grandpa Jian's sword strike was an attack on the level of rules, a duel of will and belief!
Moreover, Grandpa Bone transformed into a divine dragon, providing absolute defense, making it impossible for Tang Qing to interrupt Grandpa Sword's power-charging.
We have no choice but to tough it out.
How can we withstand this?
On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing's cool and alluring body was also tense, and her amazingly long legs, wrapped in black tight leather pants, outlined a breathtaking curve.
Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were filled with deep worry.
The feeling she got from that sword strike was terrifying.
That was a sword strike purely for destruction!
Just when everyone thought Tang Qing would choose to temporarily avoid the limelight or use stronger defense to resist,
In Ning Rongrong's line of sight, the figure floating in the air merely glanced at the Sword Douluo below, a smile playing on its lips.
That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was facing a mortal enemy.
It's more like... a god looking down on the struggles of mortals.
Immediately afterwards, a calm, almost indifferent voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"A fine sword! But it's not enough!"
Tang Qing slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Chen Xin and the ancient banyan tree below.
"Life is the source of everything; the ultimate life is the ultimate destruction!"
He extended a finger, a wisp of emerald green light swirling around its tip, brimming with boundless vitality.
However, everyone present felt a chill from the depths of their souls as they looked at that green.
"Life is death, I am the master of life, and no living being can escape my control!"
The moment the words fell, Tang Qing's ninth spirit ring suddenly lit up!
This time, it's no longer that flamboyant red.
Rather, it is a kind of...
Crimson!
It is like the solidified blood of billions of living beings, like the color of the deepest part of hell!
A deep red light shot into the sky, staining the entire sky with an ominous hue.
An indescribable sense of terror descended!
That was not destruction, nor was it slaughter, but a kind of pressure that was above them, belonging to the level of "laws"!
Tang Qing's voice was like a final judgment.
"Ninth Soul Skill, Second Form—"
"Life taken away!"
Boom!!!
Ning Rongrong's mind went blank.
She stared blankly at the deep red spirit ring, her mouth slightly agape, her delicate chin almost touching the ground.
The ultimate form of life is the ultimate form of destruction...
Life reigns supreme, all things bow down...
These words, like a divine revelation, were deeply imprinted on her soul, overturning all her understanding of martial spirits and soul masters that she had held for the past ten years.
She suddenly thought of Tang San.
Both possessing the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, they embarked on the path of control under the theoretical guidance of the so-called "master".
Control, what a ridiculous word.
Faced with this true law of life, the master's proud theories seem so pale and insignificant!
This is the true power of the Blue Silver Emperor!
This is... the power of God!
The aura emanating from that deep red spirit ring alone made her feel her life force being slowly drained away, and she could smell the scent of death!
To control life is to control death!
What an overbearing declaration!
Ning Rongrong suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone.
The next second, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened!!!
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