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

Chapter 240 The terrifying power of spiritual sword intent, the fall of Demon Bear Douluo
The so-called boundless thoughts.

It is the boundless nature of a single thought.

It means that spiritual power has no boundaries.

Li Zhexian stood silently behind the demonic bear.

His white shirt was spotless, not stained with a drop of blood.

The three-foot-wide rain of blood around him automatically swerved away.

He suddenly clenched his fist as if grasping an invisible and intangible sword.

This moment.

buzz-

buzz-

A faint sound, almost blending into the sound of the rain.

Yet it pierced the depths of the soul with a strange sword cry.

It exploded in everyone's minds without warning.

It is not something you can hear!

It is a resonance of spiritual power!
It's like millions of invisible needles piercing your head at the same time!

"Ugh—!"

The battlefield below.

Those with slightly lower cultivation levels experienced sudden darkness before their eyes and a spinning sensation.

Some people clutched their heads and screamed in agony, then staggered and knelt on the ground.

Even worse, some people's eyes rolled back and they fainted.

Even titled Douluo such as Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei felt a momentary daze at this moment.

"This is……"

"Spiritual sword intent!"

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Xin's eyes.

Feng Bailong looked astonished.

"My dear friend, you are truly a divine being!"

Only two top swordsmen know the difficulty of comprehending the sword intent of spiritual power.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, actually succeeded...

Aside from the appearance of a god, what words can be used to describe him?!
In their perception.

Space seemed to be distorting within Li Zhexian's loosely clenched hand.

It is not a visible deformation, but a strong sense of dislocation at the level of mental energy.

The surrounding blood rain, light, and even thoughts... when the eyes are drawn to them, the mind becomes sluggish.

in view.

Li Zhexian's figure appeared in multiple layers.

It was as if we were looking through a violently swaying curtain of water.

Feng Bailong "looked" at Li Zhexian's loosely clenched hand.

Instead of using black silk to cover his eyes, he sensed things with the sword intent that blended into the wind...

There.

A sword formed from pure spiritual energy suddenly took shape.

Li Zhexian suddenly clenched his five fingers.

The invisible sword of spiritual power was drawn.

boom--!
A chaotic mental storm erupted, centered on Li Zhexian, and spread out with a roar.

The blood rain was pushed aside by an invisible force, forming a vacuum-like, desolate area.

The battlefield below.

Countless Soul Masters felt their vision shatter.

Blood rained down, light and shadow distorted, and the Seven Treasures Mountain Range seemed to flip, collapse, and transform under this sword strike.

Mysterious and mysterious!

Soul-stealing!

This is Li Zhexian's spiritual sword intent—using thought as the edge and spirit as the blade!

The sword of spiritual power was swung out.

It directly points to the Demon Bear Douluo, whose mind has been thrown into disarray by the fall of the Ghost Leopard.

This sword.

There was no earth-shattering sword light, nor a sharp whistling sound that tore through space.

A torrent of pure spiritual sword intent swept out silently.

It ignores spatial barriers.

The instant Li Zhexian raised his hand, it had already traversed the night sky and crashed into the mind of Demon Bear Douluo.

"Ho..."

The Demon Bear Douluo's mournful cries came to an abrupt end.

If it is normal.

This spiritual power and sword intent are indeed formidable.

However, as a titled Douluo, he was not without the ability to resist.

But now is the time when Demon Bear Douluo loses his composure.

Those blood-red, furious eyes instantly lost their luster, becoming empty and lifeless.

It's not just Demon Bear Douluo.

The terrifying aftershocks of this mental shock swept across the battlefield like invisible ripples.

puff-

puff-

Many more Soul Masters, who had been struggling to hold on, collapsed in droves, falling into a daze. Above the night sky.

With his spiritual power depleted, Demon Bear Douluo fell straight down like a corpse.

"It's now!"

Li Zhexian's cold voice pierced through the rain of blood.

Suddenly, it exploded in the ears of Chenxin, Gurong, Fengbailong, and Dugubo:

"Seniors, act quickly and kill this fiend!"

No further explanation is needed.

Just as Demon Bear Douluo fell to his death.

A murderous intent surged in Chen Xin's eyes.

The Seven Kill Sword light crisscrossed and blocked the eyes of Yue Guan and Gui Mei, who were filled with murderous intent, leaving them no time to defend themselves.

"Roar--!"

Beneath the ancient banyan tree, a bone dragon roared, its massive skeletal body tearing through the blood curtain, its chilling claws viciously grabbing at the out-of-control, falling demonic bear!
Feng Bailong's gray robe billowed like a sail, and the ancient longsword in his hand hummed once more. A highly condensed azure light shot out first, piercing straight into the demonic bear's vital heart.

"Today, I too will slay a titled warrior!"

"Ninth Soul Skill - Azure Scales Burning Heaven's Light!"

The Azure Serpent King evolved into four heads.

The power of the soul skill increased dramatically.

Behind Dugu Bo, the true form of the Four-Headed Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor appeared.

The four snake mouths opened wide, spewing out thick, blue-red poisonous flames that converged in mid-air to form an even thicker, terrifying divine light, which followed closely behind the bone claws and sword light, and roared down.

The three titled Douluo unleashed their full power in one strike.

It struck the falling Demon Bear Douluo's body without any fancy moves.

Boom boom boom boom—!
The wind sword pierced through his heart.

Bone claws tore through tough flesh.

The deadly poison corrodes the internal organs and the surging soul power.

Before the Demon Bear Douluo could even let out a half-grown scream, his massive body exploded in mid-air under the crushing force of three world-destroying powers.

Another Title Douluo...

Fall!

A torrent of turquoise miasma, stark white bone fragments, and a sky full of blood mist swept across the world once again, like a blood-red river bursting its banks.

The torrential rain of blood was thick and sticky, dark red in color, and had a pungent, fishy odor.

It was as if the heavens themselves were soaked in the blood of the fallen Title Douluos.

It was so heavy it was suffocating.

The blood rain fell on the earth, no longer a gentle drizzle.

Instead, it made a dull "thud" sound, like thick blood plasma smeared on the ground.

Blood rained down like a torrent, and heaven and earth grieved together.

tonight.

The two elders of the Spirit Hall—Ghost Leopard and Demon Bear.

Both died in blood, falling atop Qibao Mountain.

In the night sky.

The sword energy of Chenxin was like a rainbow, suppressing the grief-stricken and furious Yueguan and Guimei.

Ancient Banyan, Wind White Dragon, and Dugu Bo hovered in the thick rain of blood, their eyes filled with complex and unfathomable expressions as they gazed at the blood mist that was spreading once again.

The battlefield below.

Dead silence.

Both the Spirit Hall army and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples were stunned into silence by the horrifying sight of the blood-stained sky.

Two titled figures have fallen.

Blood rain collapsed the sky.

The peaceful continent was thus shrouded in blood.

The invisible spiritual sword intent in Li Zhexian's hand had already dissipated.

His white shirt remained unchanged, spotless.

The blood-red sword beneath his feet was suspended in the blood-red sky.

Those dark eyes reflected the blood-soaked rain, cold and unmoving.

He is still young.

He felt no sorrow whatsoever for the death of his peers or the sadness of his own generation passing away.
Since we are mortal enemies, we should fight to the death!
It's a matter of life and death, no need for further words!

If they were weak today.

They are the ones who became the source of this blood-soaked rain, watering the earth.

"Uu——!"

The Soul Master finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The splattered blood blurred my vision, leaving everything in a state of chaos.

He could only protect the paper in his arms, and in a disheveled state, he rolled off the horse's back and curled up under the horse's belly.

Wait until the sticky blood on your face is wiped away.

Barely able to see.

He was horrified to see...

The white-robed youth, along with several titled Douluo who were renowned throughout the continent, stood atop the blood-rainy sky.

Even though he looked young and his aura was relatively weak, his demeanor and bearing already showed signs of a master, making him awe-inspiring.

"Lord Jianjiu... His sword strike startled Demon Bear Douluo..."

"Among the strongest in the world..."

"The name of Lord Jianjiu should be added!"

(End of this chapter)