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

Chapter 223 Li Zhexian is no ordinary man! I grant this marriage proposal.
The long street was stained with blood.

The corpses of two Soul Saints lay strewn in pools of blood, a horrifying sight.

Li Zhexian's friends, Salas and the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters, and even the onlookers in the distance, all felt as if they had been choked, falling into a deathly silence.

Only the storyteller exclaimed excitedly, "Bravo!"

There was also the rustling sound of Soul Masters writing furiously.

It is exceptionally clear in the silence.

"..."

Yu Tianheng snapped out of his daze and nudged Feng Xiaotian, who was still lost in thought, with his elbow.

"Don't back down later."

"I'll draw my sword and fight the banished immortal."

"You dared to say you'd nail the banished immortal to the wall and treat him like a painting."

Feng Xiaotian's eye twitched violently twice.

Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Shui Bing'er, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and the others stared in utter shock at the white-clad youth who was still eating noodles with the smell of blood.

They had only one thought in their minds...

Five years have passed.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, is no longer human!
If we're talking about five years ago...

On the path to becoming a strongman, one can still catch a glimpse of his white robe.

So today.

Even his back was barely visible to the crowd.

"Thank you... Thank you, Lord Jianjiu, for saving my life!"

The guards, still shaken, hurriedly bowed and clasped their hands in greeting to Li Zhexian.

Li Zhexian smiled and waved his hand.

Immediately.

He raised an eyebrow and coldly thrust his sword at Salas.

"When did the Spirit Hall become so secretive and secretive?"

"Since you've come for me, Li Zhexian, why beat around the bush?"

The words fell.

A sword aura silently appeared a few meters in front of Salas.

next moment.

Li Zhexian has appeared where the sword energy is.

He met Salas's gaze without any fear.

The boy's arrogance and pride had already soared to the heavens.

"There is no Title Douluo to support them..."

"You think you can take me down, you old dog with your declining health?"

"Friends, please do not interfere."

boom--!
The power of light burst forth from Salas's withered body.

"You little brat, you're asking for death!"

Li Zhexian's lips curled into a cold smile.

His figure disappeared.

When it reappears.

They were already several feet behind Salas.

They avoided the violent pressure of the soul force.

laugh--

laugh--

A dense array of dark red sword energies, as dense as rain from the sky, struck within a ten-zhang radius around Salas.

Each sword aura marks the place where Li Zhexian will appear next.

A cold smile crept across Salas's old face.

“Li Zhexian, you little brat, your soul skill is indeed unpredictable.”

"Unfortunately, in the face of the vast gap in strength, it is nothing but a castle in the air."

"Once I shatter your sword energy, let's see where you can hide then!"

Salas opened his withered palm.

Strands of luminous soul power converged.

finally.

This has resulted in a brilliant collection of books.

slam-la-

The pages of the book flipped rapidly.

A vast surge of luminous soul power erupted forth.

The book finally stopped at a particular chapter.

A purple spirit ring floated out from the pages of the book.

"Fourth Soul Skill - Thousand Light Blade Prison!"

In an instant.

Countless blades of light, formed from the power of the soul, were layered upon each other, forming an impenetrable barrier.

Centered on Salas.

It swept wildly in all directions.

The sound was like the continuous, crisp cracking of glass shattering.

Li Zhexian's dark red sword energy, along with the countless blades of light, shattered and dissipated into the night during the violent collision.

"Boy, what do you intend to do?"

Salas continued to flip through the Book of Light in his hands.

Li Zhexian had a cold face.

After all, he is a top-tier existence below the title level, and naturally he is not someone to be trifled with.

He never expected to be able to easily kill him with his sword.

Instead of asking Yu Tianheng and the others for help.

He wanted to see just how strong he had become.

One after another, rings of spirit rings lit up beneath his feet, emanating from the inside out.

Purple, purple, sword feathers, black and red, platinum...

A configuration of five spirit rings that defies common sense.

It can even make people feel dizzy.

Crash-!
Salas's expression changed drastically.

He frantically flipped through the pages of the book of light in his hand.

At the feet of Li Bai.

The sword-feather soul ring, which emitted various colored light, suddenly shone brightly.

"Third Soul Skill - Twelve Calamities of the Azure Lotus!"

The sound of swords echoed through the sky.

The twelve Azure Lotus Swords crashed to the ground.

A magnificent sword formation rose from the ground, trapping Salas and all the members of the Spirit Hall within it.

Six Azure Lotus Swords, each imbued with a distinct sword intent, weave through the sword formation.

This is not over yet.

Li Zhexian's back spurred a sword-like aura that shot skyward.

Stars, blazing frost, gentle breeze, thunder, death, slaughter... These six sword intents, the Azure Lotus Sword, swirled around him, emitting a hum that seemed to tear through the air.

The green lotus sword brand on Li Zhexian's forehead turned blood red.

The hairband that held her hair back dissolved silently.

The real killing intent flowed through his entire body like water.

White clothes turned into blood-stained clothes.

Long, dark hair rose upwards.

His eyes gleamed with a thick, blood-red light.

He plunged headlong into the murderous Azure Lotus Sword Formation.

boom--! ! !
The sword formation suddenly turned blood red.

Blood gushed out from the cracked ground.

In the blink of an eye, a scarlet domain was outlined.

The Domain of the God of Slaughter! Appears!
Boom boom——

Boom boom——

Within the sword formation.

Blood and sword energy crisscrossed and swirled.

They clashed fiercely with the power of the Light Soul.

The sword formation barrier was blasted open, causing cracks to spread.

A piercing scream, accompanied by the agonizing sounds of bones shattering and flesh tearing apart, echoed continuously from within the crimson sword curtain, sending chills down one's spine.

Outside the sword formation.

Yu Tianheng, Huo Wushuang, Feng Buyu, Feng Xiaotian... everyone was petrified.

Just now, Li Zhexian's white robes turned into blood-stained robes.

The terrifying killing intent that seemed to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

They still underestimated how terrifying Li Zhexian was!
There are too many methods!
Could this aura truly indicate an intention to defy a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse?!

Feng Buyu swallowed hard, then gave Feng Xiaotian a thumbs up:
"Wow, my brother Xiaotian is amazing!"

"We'll see how you fight that celestial being later!"

"Hey, he's putting on a show for us while we drink!"

Feng Xiaotian's face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled as he was about to speak.

Yu Tianheng, Huo Wushuang, and even Oscar all gave a thumbs up and said in unison:

"Brother Xiaotian is so righteous!"

At the end of the long street.

The top of several towering buildings in Tiandou City.

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen stood with their hands behind their backs, looking at each other from a distance, and nodded slightly as a sign of greeting.

As they gazed at the murderous sword formation, a hint of admiration flashed across their eyes.

This time, they reunited.

Naturally, there was concern that Li Zhexian would appear in Tiandou.

Pope Bibidon will personally come to punish him.

And on a deeper level...

They gathered at Tian Dou because of Li Zhe Xian.

This is a good opportunity.

They discussed how to deal with the Spirit Hall, whose ambitions were growing.

Another place.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the forest.

Behind a convex mirror where ice crystals have condensed.

The moonlight was frozen.

Among the gnarled branches of towering ancient trees.

It turned into a crystal swing.

A handsome young man was leisurely swinging on a swing.

He held a candied hawthorn in one hand and a steaming hot bun in the other, while chewing on a donkey roll with his mouth bulging.

Through a convex mirror.

It has a telescope-like effect.

He gazed with great interest at the blood-red sword formation in the distance.

"Not bad."

"Five years have not been wasted."

"I approve of this marriage."

　I'll write one chapter tomorrow morning or noon.
　　Goodnight, dear readers~~
　　
　
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