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

Chapter 202 Slaughtering Three Thousand, Opening the Door to the Sword Intent of Killing

Amidst the misty blood.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, is like a dragon soaring through the water, a swan startled in flight.

With each flicker of the sword light, more than a dozen lives were lost.

The blood plasma beneath my feet was up to the soles of my boots, thick and sticky, making it difficult to walk.

That black outfit was soaked in too much blood.

It weighed heavily on my body.

Swing your sword!

The blood mist dissipated along with the sword!
Li Zhexian's mind was completely blank.

Only the obsession with honing the sword of killing intent drives one's instincts.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the limbs, which were weak as paper and devoid of soul power.

Weapon parry?

In vain!

Swords, spears, and halberds shattered inch by inch amidst screams of agony!

One by one, heads flew up and spun around, gushing blood several feet high!
"Blood Slaughter Sword, you are so ferocious! Even the City of Slaughter cannot tolerate you!"

"I beg the law enforcement team to execute you, you monstrous beast!"

"You dare to massacre three thousand people! Blood Slaughter Sword, you have no guts!"

"Let me leave! I was just passing by!"

These mad words.

Li Bai ignored it.

The original azure-gold sword intent on the Azure Lotus Sword was now stained layer by layer by the splashed blood.

At the ridge of the sword.

A strange, dark red line of blood pulsed as if it were alive.

More than five hundred were killed.

The valley was littered with corpses and severed limbs.

The desperado's madness was consumed by fear, and wails replaced curses:

"Let me go! Blood Slaughter Sword! Let me go!"

"Blood Slaughter Sword! I'm willing to become your servant! Please spare my life!"

"I don't want your treasure anymore!"

"Spare your life! Spare your life!"

Li Zhexian remained deaf to their pleas.

He had come to wield the sword instinctively.

The figure left afterimages in the crimson mist.

On the Azure Lotus Sword, the dark red bloodline had spread like a spider web, weaving and covering most of the sword's body.

He pressed the lapis lazuli sword intent to the edge of the sword's edge.

Where the sword's edge passes.

The air seemed to be torn apart by invisible blood lines.

It left behind a faint reddish-brown stain that lingered for a long time.

A cold tremor ran through the sword hilt, and a faint light flickered in Li Zhexian's numb eyes.

He trod upon a mountain of piled-up corpses.

All I could see was scarlet.

"Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, from which the sword intent of slaughter arises spontaneously?"

Li Zhexian was slightly out of breath.

The strong smell of blood wafted through my lungs.

laugh--!
Another streak of crimson sword light flashed past.

Li Zhexian shook his head abruptly.

This action caused beads of blood to fall from her temples.

Blood behind the hair.

His eyes suddenly shone like stars.

"No!"

"This is not sword intent, but the accumulated killing energy that clings to the sword and corrupts the mind!"

"Just as a craftsman who has held a sharp tool for a long time will naturally develop thick calluses on his palms!"

"It's not that a blade appeared in the palm, but rather that the blade changed the palm!"

"The sharper the sword, the fiercer the aura!"

"But this calamity is external, not internal!"

"I am still the swordsman, not a slave to the sword!"

"This is not even the sword intent of killing!"

A sudden realization arose in my heart.

The killing did not stop.

To achieve qualitative change, quantity must first be sufficient.

Li Zhexian adjusted his breathing and pace.

Every time I swing my sword.

The angle was sharp and unpredictable, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

The trajectory is as effortless as a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

He only wanted to cut open the most fatal part with one sword.

He was honing his killing efficiency, like a craftsman who dedicates his entire life to pursuing the ultimate sharpness of a blade.

The hysterical screams in my ears had become hoarse and unbearable.

The smell of it sends chills down one's spine.

To stop these desperate fugitives from escaping, Li Zhexian fought his way from the bottom of the valley to the mouth.

Then they kill people from the outside in.

This is like catching a turtle in a jar.

The slaughter continued unabated.

Of the three thousand people, nearly half have already left.

In the valley.

Crimson red permeated the earth.

The blood was so thick and viscous that it was suffocating.

The corpses were piled up in layers, forming mounds.

The faces buried deep in the pile of corpses were all lifeless, only a hideous despair remained. The scene was utterly horrific.

Even hell is nothing more than this.

Qian Renxue gazed at Li Zhexian, whose body was dripping with thick blood, and raised her slender hand holding the Holy Sword of Light several times, only to grit her teeth and lower it again.

Li Zhexian had already told her...

Today is the day he comes to comprehend the sword.

Tell her not to take action, just stay on the sidelines and watch.

Gazing at the boy's back, which seemed to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Qian Renxue's eyes trembled violently.

Heartache, respect, and admiration intertwined...

They were not afraid because of this.

Beyond the valley.

As the blood mist rose and screams of agony filled the air, the entire valley had become a living hell.

Because they couldn't keep up, the group of desperate criminals who arrived last were both terrified and extremely relieved.

Deep within the blood mist.

The boy's figure seemed to have been blurred by the thick, sticky blood.

Only streaks of scarlet sword light could be seen flashing in and out of the mist.

Human lives are as worthless as grass, and people fall in droves.

"A terrible omen! A terrible omen indeed! Such a jinx has emerged from the City of Slaughter!"

"Such a massacre, are they truly not afraid of divine retribution?!"

The people outside the valley were so frightened that they trembled and scrambled away.

It's astonishing that these desperate criminals would say such things.

This clearly demonstrates the terrifying power of the "Blood Slaughter Sword" in the valley.

High cliffs in the distance.

Tang San's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with deep apprehension.

Let alone three thousand lives!

That's three thousand livestock!

Such slaughter should evoke compassion!
Even he, a Tang Clan disciple who often talks about "the way to death,"...

Witnessing this scene of hell on earth is like falling into a freezing cold cellar, chilling one to the bone.

"How could there be such a butcher in this world...?"

now.

His fear of the Blood Slaughter Sword.

It has reached its peak.

The last time he felt this way...

It is Li Zhexian.

Hu Liena slowly exhaled.

The chill of the killing city was already biting, but looking at the figure slaughtering three thousand people, she felt as if her blood was freezing and her pretty face drained of color.

"If the Blood Slaughtering Sword traverses the Hell Road and returns to the Douluo Continent..."

"He is another Li Zhexian..."

The last thousand or so survivors were on the verge of collapse.

Or they may collapse to the ground.

Or their faces contorted, like trapped beasts pouncing and attacking.

Although their soul power was exhausted.

But his superhuman physique and fighting skills remain.

Li Zhexian was ultimately injured by three masters of martial arts working together.

An arrow was driven into his shoulder.

A wound ran diagonally from his chest to his waist and abdomen.

Those three people were killed by his sword.

laugh--

laugh--

Broken bone fragments covered the valley floor, crunching underfoot like crushed pottery.

The intestines, tangled in the rock crevices, still dripped yellowish-green liquid.

More than two thousand people were massacred.

Under the endless flow of blood.

The seed of "sword intent of killing" was planted in Li Zhexian's heart.

It is finally about to sprout.

"The bones serve as steps, and the blood and evil spirits unleash their power."

"A thousand beheadings, a thousand blows to the heart."

"The sword's edge does not sever the physical body, but rather cuts the gap between life and death."

"Break this line, and all things will return to stillness."

"The rhythm of this murderous intent..."

"I think I've figured it out."

Li Zhexian felt something.

The door to that "killing sword intent" has been knocked open a crack.

Over the valley.

The "Blood and Vengeance Incense of the River of Oblivion" draws upon those illusory and bizarre things.

Wisps of murky blood mist rose into the sky, converging and churning.

Looking from afar.

It was like a crimson blood-red curtain that blotted out the sky, firmly covering the entire valley.

It also resembles an overturned, crimson giant bowl, isolating it from the human world.

This scene is truly horrifying.

The murky, scarlet liquid in that bottle.

It was meticulously peeling away the turbidity and impurities.

It became increasingly scarlet and translucent...

　There are still two points to be made in Chapter Three...

　　I've been writing this since six o'clock...

　　The author is useless.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)