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

Chapter 200: Tiger bones in a jar become firewood, a river of blood flows beneath the sword reflecting the moon, three thousand are slaughtered.

The killing intent of the three thousand desperados was almost tangible.

however.

The blood-stained youth remained calm and composed, his expression as still as water.

Zheng——!
A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly rang out.

It tore through the blood-mist-filled air.

The green sword in Li Zhexian's hand hummed incessantly.

On the sword.

The cyan-gold sword intent, tinged with a bloody light, flickered erratically.

He ignored the three thousand greedy, bloodthirsty gazes of those jackals and walked forward step by step.

A hazy mist of blood enveloped his body.

This is precisely the prelude to the materialization of murderous intent.

Facing more than three thousand people.

Li Zhexian's fierce aura not only did not diminish, but he also took the initiative to draw his sword, becoming even more imposing.

None of the three thousand desperate men made the first move.

It wasn't that they were afraid of Xue Tu Jian alone; rather, everyone had their own ulterior motives.

No one wants to be the first to stick their neck out and get caught in the crossfire.

The blood-stained youth walked slowly with his sword.

We are about to step out of this killing field.

boom--!
A beam of holy light energy crashed down like divine punishment.

Li Zhexian raised his sword and slashed.

The lapis lazuli sword intent, wrapped in crimson bloodlust, clashed head-on with the holy light.

The beam of light shattered.

Disappeared under the sword energy.

But even Li Zhexian was shaken and staggered several steps.

A sickly flush rose to his pale cheeks, and crimson blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up.

Looking up at the angel girl suspended high in the sky.

He reached up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then grinned, revealing his blood-stained, gleaming white teeth.

boom--!
A blood-red soul force suddenly erupted.

Li Zhexian slightly bent his knees, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked. He shot towards Qian Renxue in mid-air like an arrow released from a bow.

A thousand feet of snow, her jade-like face frosty, fluttering its wings as if to hide.

Unexpectedly.

midair.

One after another, scarlet swords materialized out of thin air.

Li Zhexian touched the blood-stained sword with his toes, using the force to rise again.

His figure rose even taller, as if by magic.

Sa——

A crimson sword light.

It was as if it wanted to split the entire sky in two.

boom--!
A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

The more than three thousand people below felt a burst of energy light before their eyes.

The Blood Slaughter Sword clashed violently with the angel.

next moment.

Using that recoil force.

Li Zhexian's figure shot out backwards.

It sped away into the distance.

The boy's chilling voice was like a wind blowing from the deepest hell.

The sound echoed and reverberated.

"I, Blood Slaughter Sword, will remember what happened today!"

"Once I recover from my injuries, you will all become victims of my sword!"

A thousand feet of snow, her exquisite face, cold as ice.

It transformed into a streak of light and relentlessly pursued him.

"You won't escape today!"

Watching those two streaks of light disappear into the distance in an instant.

The three thousand desperados outside the killing field were like ants that had smelled blood.

They all unleashed a fierce burst of soul power.

They surged wildly in the same direction.

All of a sudden.

The sound of something cutting through the air was continuous.

They converged into a roaring, thunderous sound.

Countless streaks of crimson light, radiating murderous intent, swept across the sky and shot forth.

From above.

It was like a boiling crimson tide.

The overwhelming murderous aura and the clamor of greed completely ignited the entire inner city.

"Blood Slaughter Sword is severely wounded! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Thousands of people threw their weapons from afar, smashing Blood Slaughter Sword to death!"

"After the Blood Slaughter Sword is destroyed, the treasures will be contested again!"

The outer perimeter of the bustling crowd.

Hu Liena moved with the agility of a fox, darting about with incredible speed.

Looking at those faces twisted by greed and murderous intent.

Her heart sank.

"I entered to watch the battle early on, but I didn't expect so many people to be coveting the treasure..."

"These thousands of desperados, let alone saving Blood Slaughter Sword, would find it as difficult as ascending to heaven to even try to reclaim the Spirit Hall's treasure!"

On the other side, Tang San leaped across the rooftops as if walking on flat ground.

A cold glint flashed in his sleeve.

Those who blocked the way fell down silently.

It became a stepping stone for him to leverage his strength.

Tang San's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

"I thought the Blood Slaughter Sword might be related to that Li Zhexian, otherwise how could two sword geniuses appear one after another?"

"But the angelic girl who was on good terms with Li Zhexian relentlessly pursued the Blood Slaughter Sword..."

"This situation..."

"Blood Slaughter Sword is doomed!"

"These three thousand desperate men are fighting for the treasure. I can only observe from afar and wait for the right opportunity to act."

"If an opportunity arises, seize it; never take it by force."

The eastern part of the inner city was in complete uproar.

Wherever the more than three thousand experts passed, a thick stench of blood rose up, turning into low-hanging crimson clouds.

Buildings collapsed one after another under the violent impact of soul power, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Chaos has broken out in the eastern part of the inner city of the Killing City!
The City of Slaughter is a small world unto itself.

Beyond the outer city walls lie endless, dark, mountainous mountains.

This place is filled with the most intense bloodshed and all negative energy in the world.

Countless strange and unpredictable creatures, neither human nor beast, have also sprung up in the deep mountains.

These things cannot provide spirit rings.

Furthermore, the spirit ring itself is of no value in the City of Slaughter.

Because it is simply unusable.

Therefore.

Almost no one was willing to step outside the city walls.

But today is different!

Two figures, one fleeing and the other chasing, rushed from the inner city to the outer city, plunging headlong into the dark mountains without stopping.

Behind.

Three thousand desperate men, relying on their superior numbers, were extremely vicious.

The slight fear of the deep mountains in my heart had long been dispelled by greed.

One after another, streaks of scarlet light followed without hesitation.

Wherever the blood-red torrent of people passed, rocks crumbled, ancient trees were broken, and all the strange creatures along the way were cruelly crushed.

"Blood Slaughter Sword! Hand over the treasure and I'll spare your life!"

"Hmph! Obediently hand over the treasure, and perhaps you'll be left with a whole corpse!"

"No matter how high or low your Blood Slaughter Sword may go, you will not escape death today!"

We ventured deep into the dense mountains for about ten miles.

Those at the very front saw it with astonishment.

The Blood Slaughter Sword and the angel's figure stood one after the other.

They disappeared into a deep and treacherous valley ahead.

With many people, one can be bold.

More than three thousand people rushed into the valley without hesitation.

however.

They rushed to the end of the valley.

The sight before them stunned everyone into stopping in their tracks...

A towering, jagged, dark cliff, over a hundred feet high, abruptly blocked the way.

Dead end!

The road ahead is blocked!
What surprised and bewildered them even more was:
The Blood Slaughter Sword and the angel vanished into thin air.

"You're playing tricks! Blood Slaughter Sword, get out here!"

"Angel Martial Souls have the ability to fly! What about the Blood Slaughter Sword? Could it have burrowed underground?!"

"That angel must have killed Blood Slaughter Sword, stolen the treasure, and run away!"

This statement came out.

The crowd immediately erupted in commotion.

"impossible!"

Someone immediately retorted sharply.

"Although the Blood Slaughter Sword is injured, it's not so easy to kill! There must be something fishy going on!"

The voice just fell.

Zheng——

Zheng——

Zheng——

The clear and dense clang of swords.

It suddenly rang out from above the heads of more than three thousand people.

Everyone hurriedly looked up.

I saw.

On the cliffs of the valley.

One after another, transparent swords of energy materialized out of thin air and hung in the void.

The blood-stained youth stepped onto the transparent sword of energy.

His expression remained unchanged.

His eyes were as cold and sharp as icy stars.

There was not a trace of serious injury or dejection on his face.
A clear voice, yet devoid of any emotion.

Like a cold spring dripping into a deep pool.

The sound echoed clearly in the deathly silent valley.

"Tiger bones from the jar are used as firewood; a river of blood flows beneath the sword, reflecting the moon."

"Gentlemen, welcome into the trap..."

　Readers, please read the next chapter tomorrow morning...

　　
　
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