Chapter 6 Martial Spirit Awakening (2)

"Kenshin, don't be nervous, dad is also the Soul King now."

"Even if you go to the empire, you can be a city lord, and you can be a rich second generation no matter what, so take it easy."

Except for Ning Rongrong, who didn't understand what Ning Fengzhi said, and Silly Le, everyone else in the hall could hear it clearly.

Shen Chengfeng, who walked up to Shen Jianxin at this time, was worried that he would think too much, so he comforted him in a low voice.

"My sword power is ready!"

Shen Jianxin didn't say much, but expressed his determination with the words 'the sword is ready'.

Shen Chengfeng's eyebrows relaxed and he nodded fiercely: "Okay, I understand, father."

Zhizi Mo Ruofu, as he spoke, a long sword appeared in Shen Chengfeng's hand, and five soul rings, two yellow, two purple, one black, appeared on his body.

"My martial soul is called Zhanfeng Changjian. My innate soul power is level 6. I will eventually become the Soul King at the age of 30."

"Although the innate soul power is above average, it is not much weaker than high-level talents."

"So, son, I believe you."

As he spoke, an awakening formation composed of six-pointed stars appeared at Shen Jianxin's feet.

Then dots of pale golden light began to emerge from the formation, and then floated into Shen Jianxin's body.

Warmth, this was the first feeling that Shen Jianxin felt. His whole body seemed to be wrapped in a warm world, as if he had returned to the comfort of his mother's womb again.

The warm breath penetrated into the body, and Shen Jianxin clearly felt that something in the body rippled.

"Roar~"

In a daze, Shen Jianxin seemed to hear a terrifying roar.

Then, under the pull of that warm energy, as if a ferocious beast had broken free from its restraints, a ferocious force surged toward Shen Jianxin's palm.

But in the outside world, everyone's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Because Shen Jianxin was shrouded in the awakening formation, the golden light spots that appeared around him were a little abnormal.

Everyone with rich experience knows clearly that the quality of the martial soul awakened in this situation will not be too low.

Correspondingly, the innate soul power will also be very good.

Compared to the simple excitement of others, Ning Fengzhi had already turned his attention to Ning Rongrong, who was looking silly and happy at the side.

"kill!!"

A sudden change soon occurred.

In Shen Jianxin's hand, a giant sword that was two meters long, two palms wide, completely black, and with strange blood-colored inscriptions engraved on the sword's spine appeared.

A voice full of murderous intent shouted out, and Shen Jianxin's eyes turned red as he swung his giant sword and slashed at Shen Chengfeng in front of him.

"The second soul skill, sword control."

The conditioned reflex formed by years of playing around actually saved Shen Chengfeng's life this time.

This time, his second soul skill not only failed to repel Shen Jianxin, but was instead knocked back several steps by the frantic Shen Jianxin.

"kill!"

Before Shen Chengfeng could figure out what was happening, Shen Jianxin slashed at him again with his sword.

"Zheng~"

Just hearing the sound of a sword, two fingers appeared on Shen Jianxin's forehead.

"Disperse!"

Sword Douluo shouted loudly, and the martial spirit in Shen Jianxin's hand immediately dissipated.

The whole person seemed to be overdrafted, and instantly fell down, and was picked up by Sword Douluo and held in his arms.

"Uncle Jian, what's going on with little Jianxin?"

Everything happened so fast that Ning Fengzhi didn't react until then.

Shen Chengfeng was still looking at his trembling hands in disbelief.

Feng Lingling was also worried and nervous because of her son's sudden change.

Except for Sword Douluo who seemed to know something, only Bone Douluo, who was well-informed, showed a thoughtful expression.

"It's nothing. The murderous spirit of the martial spirit is too strong and it is difficult to control it for a while."

Although Sword Douluo said this, he was actually muttering in his heart.

As we all know, in the entire Douluo Continent, the most murderous sword spirit is his Seven Kills Sword.

But he had never heard that those who awakened the Seven Killing Sword martial soul would be driven crazy by their own martial soul.

As for Shen Jianxin's situation, there is a good side and a bad side.

The good side is that with such murderous intent, it can be seen that this must be a top-notch sword spirit that is not weaker than the Seven Kills Sword.

The bad side is that if you can't control the martial spirit, you will be controlled by the martial spirit, and you will only degenerate into a powerful villain.

There are many soul masters on the Douluo Continent who were so influenced by their own martial souls that they ended up being arrogant for most of their lives and did not end well.

"Then, is there any hope?"

At this time, everyone had also thought of this, and seeing Ning Fengzhi asking, they all turned their attention to Sword Douluo.

The best sword in the world is here. If Sword Douluo can't do anything, then Shen Jianxin will no longer be able to practice no matter how talented he is.

"It's okay. Kenshin's martial spirit is just pure murderous aura and has no evil aura."

"As long as it is controlled well, this will be the most powerful martial spirit in the world."

After hearing Sword Douluo's words, everyone felt a little relieved.

Only Ning Fengzhi was thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking about.

After a while, Shen Jianxin also woke up slowly.

"Everyone, what is this?"

Seeing the people surrounding him, Shen Jianxin looked confused and had no idea what just happened.

As soon as Feng Lingling saw Shen Jianxin waking up, she rushed forward and hugged Shen Jianxin into her arms.

"Kenshin, are you okay? I just scared my mother to death."

Although Shen Jianxin didn't know what happened, her heart felt warm and she patted Feng Lingling's back gently.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

After everyone narrated it, Shen Jianxin finally knew what had just happened.

Judging from Ning Rongrong who was hiding behind Ning Fengzhi and not daring to get close to him, he seemed really crazy just now.

"My lords, Dad and Mom, I want to try again."

With that said, Shen Jianxin took a few steps back and saluted everyone.

"If I lose control again, please sir, please restrain me in time."

"Kenshin, a sword is a sword. It is just a tool. If it is a tool, it must be controlled by someone."

"The sword god and the sword demon are just one word different, but the results are worlds apart."

"Now that I think about it, your innate talent for swordsmanship may have been prepared for you to awaken your martial spirit."

"So, just go ahead and try. If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it for you."

"From now on, you are my personal disciple of Chen Xin."

At this time, Sword Douluo valued not only Shen Jianxin's outstanding talent, but also his determination to face difficulties.

He knew that the best sword in the world was right in front of him, but he didn't come to ask for a solution, but wanted to try it first.

This is the first step to surpassing our ancestors.

And Sword Douluo, who was already standing on the top of the mountain, was naturally unwilling to teach a disciple who could only follow his own old path.

"Yes, Master!"

Saying that, Shen Jianxin knelt down on his knees and kowtowed three times to Sword Douluo.

After half a year of getting along, Shen Jianxin had already regarded Sword Douluo, who was always caring for him, as a family member, but the relationship was only officially established now.