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

Chapter 239 The Fall of the Title! Li Zhexian Appears, the Seventh Form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song
"There are still experts?!"

The three Douluo, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Mo Xiong, all changed color, a chill running down their spines.

The winds and clouds swirled, and fallen leaves danced wildly like knives.

The ground was churning with blood, like a sword being drawn from its sheath, silencing all things in the Qibao Mountains.

"Oh no! Ghost Leopard is in grave danger!"

He caught a glimpse of the petrified Ghost Leopard Douluo.

Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Mo Xiong's expressions changed drastically, and their soul power surged like a tide as they rushed to their rescue.

How could Chenxin and Gurong let them escape?
The two figures flashed by.

The route has been blocked.

woo-

woo-

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled through the clouds, and thousands of sword energies condensed in the air, revealing an old man in a gray robe.

His eyes were glazed over, and an old longsword hung at his waist, his aged right hand gripping the hilt.

"My old sword, the Wind Sword..."

"I greet you all with my sword."

Feng Bailong slowly clenched his fist.

Zheng——

Zheng——

between heaven and earth.

Only the clang of the sword blade leaving its sheath remained.

His seemingly slow movement as he drew his sword caused the winds and clouds to tremble.

Every inch the sword extended.

The air was filled with a sense of solemnity and impending doom.

Nine soul rings rose one after another beneath Feng Bailong's feet, with the ninth ring suddenly unleashing a raging wind.

"Ninth Soul Skill—"

"Riding the wind and treading the clouds for three thousand miles, the green blade passes by and all the mountains look low."

"cut!"

The sword flashed like a rainbow.

The heavens and earth, storms and tempests, are all contained within a single sword.

A hundred-meter-long azure sword aura stretched across the sky, its sharpness so intense that it eclipsed the moon.

This is Feng Bailong's way of the sword!

It is neither as purely killing as the Seven Killing Sword of Dust and Heart, nor as all-encompassing and profound as the Myriad Phenomena Sword Dao of Li Zhexian.

However, he has grasped two of the world's sword styles and has his own unique understanding of swordsmanship!
The wind has no fixed shape, so the sword has no fixed form!

The wind's essence merges with the sword, flowing freely and unhindered, breaking through the gaps in all things!
That hundred-foot-long wind blade, carrying boundless sharpness, slashed towards the petrified ghost leopard from afar!
Before the blade even arrived, the ground was already under immense pressure, dust billowed up, and a huge crack suddenly burst open!

click -

click -

A cut began to appear in the center of Ghost Leopard Douluo's petrified head.

Just then, the petrification disappeared, and flesh and blood regenerated.

Stone chips and bits of flesh and blood.

It falls softly from the sky.

"Ahhhh——!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo's eyes bulged as he watched the wind blade slash down from the center of his gradually recovering head.

This scene was truly horrifying.

"Wind Sword, how dare you!"

"Does the Wind Sword Sect intend to be wiped out of the continent?!"

The three men, Yue Guan and his companions, were filled with shock and rage, and their roars shook the heavens.

Feng Bailong's gaunt face was as still as a deep well.

He spent over a decade meditating at Tingfeng Cliff, contemplating swordsmanship.

The wind, frost, rain, and snow had long since tempered his mind and the edge of his sword, making them as hard as a rock.

Having already drawn his sword, he was drawn into a life-or-death battle between the two sects.

Did he think that mere threats could shake the sword in his hand?

That was underestimating Feng Bailong.

"cut."

The hand holding the sword is more stable!

The downward slash became even faster!

laugh--

laugh--

From the top of his head to his crotch, Ghost Leopard Douluo was split in two.

Boom boom——

Boom! Boom!

The two pieces of the body fell rapidly.

The immense soul power within his body could no longer be controlled and exploded in the night sky.

At the moment of its fall.

The soul power and physical strength of a titled Douluo will be unleashed in their final act.

The blood mist rolled like a tide, sweeping across a radius of a hundred miles!
It turned into a torrential downpour of blood, sprinkling across the continuous Qibao Mountain Range!

A titled Douluo...

Fallen.

Heaven and earth fell silent!
Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Du Gu Bo, as well as Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Mo Xiong all froze.

The Soul Master army and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples who were engaged in a fierce battle below also stopped involuntarily, staring blankly at the sky, letting the blood rain pour down on them.

Blood rained down from the sky.

The title is bestowed, signifying death.

This scene has not been seen in Douluo Continent for several years.

Feng Bailong stood with his hands behind his back, his large gray robe billowing in the rain of blood.

He slightly raised his head, his expression a mixture of sorrow and joy:

"After decades of arduous cultivation, the Ghost Leopard now offers his soul as a sacrifice to the heavens."

"In a battle between factions, there is no right or wrong, only life or death."

“Feng Mou…”

"Sending my fellow Daoist back to heaven."

Qibaoshan Mountain Range.

Douluo has fallen.

Blood-red clouds surged endlessly for miles.

Even from a great distance, the horrifying scene was clearly visible.

now.

On the winding official road leading to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

A travel-worn figure suddenly tightened the reins.

"Uu——!"

His face was deathly pale as he stared at the crimson sky rolling in from the east, his lips trembling.

"Sealed... Titled Douluo..."

"They've fallen?!"

"drive--!"

He whipped the horse's rump hard with a long whip.

The figure is like an arrow shot from a bow.

They sped wildly toward the Qibao Mountains.

"I should have thought of that!"

"Where Lord Jianjiu goes, there will never be peace!"

"Returning to Tiandou with you, sir, dulled my senses!"

"A Douluo has fallen from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School... I wonder who it was..."

The paper and silk hanging at his waist rose and fell with the swaying of the horse's back.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

Even someone as insignificant as himself knows this.

Regardless of which title falls.

After today.

The mainland will never have a peaceful day.

"In the 684th year of the Martial Soul Era, the titled figure perished at Qibao Mountain, and a hundred miles of blood-red clouds blotted out the sun... The chaotic era... has begun..."

Press the paper tightly and carefully.

The Soul Master's face was filled with deep worry.

"I only hope that Lord Jianjiu is safe and sound..."

"Ghost... Ghost Leopard..."

The Demon Bear Douluo whispered in a daze.

His massive, scarred hand reached out and caught a handful of warm blood raining down from the sky.

The fierceness on his face vanished completely.

Instead, there was a blankness, disbelief, and... a gradually surging sorrow.

The two halls of the Spirit Hall stand side by side.

The seven honored guests in the offering hall hold a superior position.

As long as that person is present, even when facing His Holiness the Pope, one can "dispatch them according to one's will, and refuse any summons."

The Elders' Hall has six elders.

Chrysanthemum and Oni are His Holiness the Pope's confidants.

The porcupine and the serpent spear obeyed the orders of the offering hall.

Only he and Ghost Leopard were caught in the middle.

Despite her prestigious title, she has long remained hidden in the shadows, carrying out the Pope's shady and bloody deeds to maintain her virtuous and noble image over the years.

They rarely show their faces unless it is a major battle.

He and Ghost Leopard supported each other.

The two brothers' lifelong wish was to break through level 95 and join the ranks of the enshrined.

And today...

There is no possibility that my long-cherished wish will ever be fulfilled.

"Brother...brother..."

The demonic bear, who hadn't uttered a sound even when severely injured in the fierce battle, now burst into tears as the blood rain in his palm gradually cooled.

A wisp of blood-red sword energy, so fine it was almost invisible and blended into the rain of blood, quietly condensed behind the Demon Bear Douluo.

Titled Douluo possess keen spiritual senses.

It almost never gives external forces a chance to take advantage.

But at this moment, the demonic bear was utterly devastated, his mind and body shattered, and all five senses gone!

As the white-clad youth silently materialized amidst the rain of blood, he quietly stood behind the howling demonic bear…

Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes were bloodshot.

Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, and even the thousands of soul masters below who had stopped fighting, were all horrified.

"Do not be sad or grief-stricken."

"I'll take you... to see your brothers."

Li Zhexian's eyes shone with a bright silver light, and an invisible force enveloped his body, protecting him from the torrential rain of blood.

his voice.

It was even colder and more chilling than this rain of blood.

"The Seventh Form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song—"

"Nian Wuya".

(End of this chapter)