Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 159 All Swords Under Heaven Share One Stone! Xiao Wu's Identity Exposed
Wind Sword...

When the old man revealed his name.

Everyone present was stunned.

Wind Sword Douluo?

When did a Wind Sword Douluo appear in the world?
All eyes fell on the old man who gracefully landed in front of Li Zhexian, surrounded by a blue aura. The people who had previously retreated in a disheveled manner swallowed hard.

Fourth place!
The fourth Title Douluo to appear and protect Li Zhexian!
Four titled Douluos arrived together!

Such a force would be troublesome even for the Spirit Hall!
"Wind Sword..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's figure flickered and returned to Ghost Douluo's side.

His soft, feminine voice carried a hint of surprise and doubt.

They sized up the old man whose eyes were wrapped in black silk.

"Feng Bailong, the sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect?"

"You actually broke through?"

As one of the four lower sects, the Wind Sword Sect enjoys a prestigious reputation on the continent.

Sect Master Feng Bailong's boast, "Give me five hundred Wind Sword disciples, and I can defeat a Title Douluo," has become widely known among top experts.

only……

Whether many titled Douluo truly took these words to heart is another matter entirely.

The oppressive aura of the four titled Douluo stood in the way, and the situation reached a stalemate.

Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, and others quickly gathered around Li Zhexian.

Yu Tianheng could not hide his shock and exclaimed in a low voice:
"The Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect has actually broken through to the Title Realm?!"

"Immortal, you even know this person?"

Li Zhexian nodded first.

He then bowed respectfully to Dugu Bo, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Feng Bailong.

The boy's grateful voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Pierce through this place where danger lurks in the shadows.

"I am deeply grateful for the protection and support of the four seniors today, and I will never forget it!"

The four nodded slightly to Li Zhexian.

however.

The current situation remains serious.

Dugu Bo and Yu Yuanzhen struggled to resist Bibi Dong's overwhelming and oppressive aura.

Chen Xin, dressed in white, stood tall and aloof, like an unbreakable barrier blocking Li Zhexian's path.

Feng Bailong slowly raised his hand.

A gentle breeze gathers in the palm of your hand.

It coalesced into an old sword hidden in its scabbard.

Its sharp edge is nowhere to be seen.

"Ah……"

Ghost Douluo twisted in the shadows, his voice sinister:

"The Wind Sword Sect is famous for its sword formations. You, Feng Bailong, are just a lone individual who has only recently entered the Title Realm. How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Spirit Hall?"

"You've got some nerve! And..."

His tone suddenly turned stern.

With a disdainful sneer.

"The title of 'Sword' is universally acknowledged to be reserved solely for Chen Xin!"

"Can you, Feng Bailong, bear the name of the Wind Sword?"

Faced with such contemptuous words.

Feng Bailong was neither annoyed nor angry.

His calm, deep voice held an unyielding pride.
"If we were to discuss the swordsmanship of the world, it would all be contained in one stone..."

"The sword path is of the heart, possessing six dou; I, an old man, am not talented enough to take two dou."

"Although you are young, my friend, you have grasped the true meaning of the sword and are worthy of drinking a whole jug."

"The remaining sword cultivators of the world share the remaining remnants."

This statement came out.

Chen Xin turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Feng Bailong, and nodded in praise:
"not bad."

Feng Bailong's "Theory of Swordsmanship Under Heaven" was personally endorsed by Chen Xin, the current leader of swordsmanship.

This is the end.

There is no longer any objection to the name Wind Sword Douluo.

Li Zhexian, at the age of 18, earned the recognition of two top sword masters, thus gaining a share of the swordsmanship.

His extraordinary talent.

This left everyone present in awe.

"Good good!"

The Soul Masters of Heaven Dou City were so excited they could barely hold their pens.

"From this day forward, the name of Lord Swordsman will resound throughout the continent!"

A huge weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Four titled Douluos protect you!

Even if it's the Spirit Hall, so what?

Lord Jianjiu is surely safe and sound! This is what many people thought.

As Gui and Ju Douluo looked at the two peerless swordsmen blocking Li Zhexian's path, their surging soul power slowly subsided.

Just as this tense situation seemed about to ease—

boom--!
boom--!
A sudden and unexpected event occurred on the throne!
Strange purple patterns suddenly spread across Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face.

A terrifying phantom of a spider queen, its body a deep purple, covered in fine down, and larger than the towering temple, suddenly materialized behind her.

Dozens of compound eyes flashed with a terrifying light.

An immense pressure, several times more terrifying than before, erupted like a tangible tsunami.

The dim sky was dyed a bewitching and eerie deep purple, like the aurora borealis pouring down.

Bibi Dong's cold and authoritative voice resounded through the sky.

"Li Zhexian slaughtered seventeen deacons of the Spirit Hall!"

"Take them down immediately!"

"Obstructors..."

"kill!"

The word "kill" was uttered.

She lost all her graceful demeanor.

A magnificent, pure white cloak fluttered wildly behind her.

The phantom of the Spider King roared to the sky, its sonic waves rippling outwards. Its face, covered in lines, exuded a sinister aura, and its power was earth-shattering.

Boom boom——

Boom boom——

Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo held nothing back, their vast soul power soaring into the sky and attacking Chen Xin and Feng Bailong.

at the same time.

On the winding mountain road.

One after another, powerful figures charged out like wolves and tigers.

Soul rings shone brightly, and their auras surged. Among them were Soul Masters at the Soul Saint and Soul Douluo levels, all rushing towards the plaza with murderous intent.

This sudden and dramatic change caused everyone's faces to turn pale!

The faint glimmer of peace that had just appeared was extinguished, and the overwhelming killing intent surged forth once more like a raging tide!

Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and Li Zhexian's friends Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, and others, unhesitatingly lit up their soul rings, unleashing their resolute fighting spirit.

"Kill out!"

"Protect the banished immortal and fight your way out!"

These are the geniuses who once shone in the Soul Master Competition.

Instantly, they formed a formation with their teammates and bravely faced the oncoming Spirit Hall Soul Masters.

"cough!"

Bai Baoshan, enduring the internal injuries caused by Chrysanthemum Douluo's oppressive aura, roared and his spirit rings shone brightly, forcefully stopping two Spirit Hall Douluos.

The leaders of the other college teams also sighed and gritted their teeth to face their respective opponents.

All of a sudden.

The roar of the beast shook the heavens, and the light of the weapon ripped through the sky.

The surge of soul power swept across the plaza, turning it into a bloody battlefield.

Roars, screams, the clash of weapons, and the explosions of soul skills mingled together.

Warm blood splattered out within moments, flowing freely across the cold ground.

Li Zhexian's face was ashen, his eyes colder than a sword's edge.

With a thought, the sword energy of the Great Hammer soared into the sky.

It differentiated into the Azure Lotus Sword of Sword Intent.

The four Azure Lotus Swords hovered around him and his friend in the midst of their fierce battle.

If anyone is in danger, rescue efforts will be launched immediately.

He wielded his original Azure Lotus Sword, which moved freely at will.

Four distinct sword intents roared and crisscrossed.

Wherever it went, several Spirit Hall Soul Masters were decapitated before they could even scream.

Beside him were Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing.

The six spirit rings beneath Qian Renxue's feet shimmered with light, and the Angelic Holy Sword gleamed with golden light. With the blessing of divine spirit power, she was rarely matched.

"Xiao Wu, you... let go!"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was urgent.

He saw a Spirit Hall Soul Master launch a sneak attack on Li Zhexian from the flank.

She suddenly broke free from Xiao Wu's tight embrace, her sharp cat claws tearing through the air to block the enemy.

Just as Zhu Zhuqing broke free...

An indescribable aura.

It suddenly spread from Xiao Wu's pale face.

The seven titled Douluo, who had been fighting fiercely, all stopped in their tracks.

They all looked at Xiao Wu without prior arrangement...

　All three chapters released together

　　
　
(End of this chapter)