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

Chapter 328 Chen Xin VS Feng Bailong VS Li Zhexian! The Three Greatest Swordsmen of the Era Discuss Swordsmanship
More than half a month has passed since Bian Hongcheng's earth-shattering battle.

Li Zhexian and Dugu Bo politely declined the invitation from Buyi Hou to go to the capital together. Instead, they helped Xingluo recapture Wangtian City before setting off to return to Tiandou.

They had just stepped through the city gate.

The deafening sound of gongs and drums soared into the sky.

The people of Tiandou lined the streets to welcome the two men back in triumph.

This bustling atmosphere, with everyone flocking to the streets, lasted for two whole days.

Until the noise gradually subsided.

Li Bai finally found true leisure.

So he set up a banquet in his own courtyard and invited several seniors and close friends to gather together.

It was early spring.

The "Frosty Spring Charm" tea, a specialty of the Qibao Liuli Sect, has just ripened.

Ning Fengzhi casually brewed tea, his movements as fluid as flowing water, and said with a smile:

"This is a great victory."

"It was all thanks to the efforts of the Immortal and Senior Dugu."

"You two not only defeated the Spirit Empire, but also turned the tide of the crisis, giving Heaven Dou and Star Luo a dominant advantage in their alliance."

The world is now divided into three parts. With one side becoming powerful, the other two countries should naturally join forces to counter it.

However, even among allies, there are clear and subtle distinctions of primary and secondary importance, and a struggle for dominance in discourse.

In a chaotic world, whoever makes the first move gains more room to maneuver and maneuver.

"I'm ashamed."

Dugu Bo took the teacup, shook his head, and smiled bitterly:
"In Xingluo's journey and the battle against Yueguan and Guimei, the Immortal's contribution far surpassed that of this old man."

"I am engaged in a fierce battle with the ghosts and demons, but the banished immortal has already driven Yue Guan to the brink of despair."

"Even the fusion of Yue Guan and Gui Mei's martial souls could not stop the banished immortal."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others all looked at Li Zhexian, who appeared slightly embarrassed, with surprise on their faces.

"Elaborate."

They had also heard of the "Legend of Sword and Wine" told by storytellers in the streets.

But how can it compare to the vivid account of someone who experienced it firsthand?

A cup of warm tea went down his throat, leaving a pleasant aftertaste. Dugu Bo's conversation flowed freely, and he smiled at Li Zhexian, who was about to decline:

"Immortal, these are all your elders and friends, what is there to be ashamed of?"

Ning Fengzhi and Feng Bailong both laughed and agreed, and even Chen Xin, who was usually serious, had a smile on his lips.

With a group of titled Douluo present, the younger generation, including Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling, who were originally reserved and dared not say much, could not help but clap their hands in anticipation.

then.

Dugu Bo then recounted the battle of that day in his uniquely hoarse voice.

His face was thin, his voice was melodious and rhythmic, and with the steam rising from a cup of hot tea, he really had the air of a storyteller.

The elegant courtyard was quiet, with the plum rains falling and the aroma of tea lingering in the air.

His hoarse voice unfolded like a painting, recreating the fierce battle of that day.

Gu Rong and Yu Yuanzhen had solemn expressions, and their soul power was faintly rising, as if there were deep, rolling sounds of dragon roars and thunder.

They had already imagined in their minds what they would have done if they had been in that situation.

The two top swordsmen, on the other hand, were more reserved.

Chen Xin's eyes flickered.

The white dragon, blindfolded, moved its black silk robes even without wind.

Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and the others couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"...At this point, Yue Guan and Gui Mei have fallen, and with a single sword strike from the Immortal, a thousand Soul Masters have perished in an instant..."

Zheng——!
Zheng——!
The voice just fell.

Two clear, resonant sword cries suddenly ripped through the air.

The sight startled everyone in the courtyard, causing them to freeze in shock.

Everyone quickly looked in the direction of the sound...

I saw.

Chen Xin and Feng Bailong were surrounded by sword intent, and a chilling aura emanated from them, even making Xiao Xiaomeiyu feel a chill.

"Immortal, it has been several years since the last sword duel."

"Today, we have come again."

Chen Xin stretched out his arms like a pine tree, and slowly closed his five fingers, and a dark red, ancient longsword gradually materialized in his palm.

With a clang, the chilling sword energy spread out, turning the surrounding plum blossoms, which were three feet long, into dust.

Stimulated by the Seven Killings Sword Intent.

Or……

Provoked by this, the Azure Lotus Sword could no longer suppress its desire to ring out. The pale golden sword mark on Li Zhexian's forehead flickered.

In the instant that a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

A three-foot-long green sword, clear as crystal and shimmering with pale gold, suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He reached out and grasped it.

Suddenly, strange phenomena appeared all around him: starlight flowed, ice and fire intertwined, a gentle breeze blew, thunder roared... and plum blossoms fell and gracefully returned to the branches.

This is the embodiment of his nine sword intents.

Clang——!
Li Zhexian and Chenxin's eyes met, like metal clashing against stone, sparks flying.

next moment.

The two of them took off into the air at the same time.

The sound of metal clashing was incessant.

Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, and the others looked up at the battle with solemn expressions.

Even those who are not swordsmen can greatly benefit from observing such discussions among top swordsmen.

"Uh……"

Yu Feng glanced at the Wind White Dragon, who remained seated motionless, and muttered to himself:
"Isn't Senior Wind Sword going?"

The voice just fell.

A plum blossom landed precisely on the top of Fengbai's head.

As Yu Feng, Yu Tianheng, and the other younger generation gasped in astonishment, the plum blossom actually pierced through their bodies...

Feng Bailong's figure slowly disappeared.

It was just an afterimage.

Feng Bailong had already been lingering in the wind, waiting for the opportunity to draw his sword.

On the sky.

Li Zhexian and Chenxin's sword light crisscrossed.

This caused the people below to gasp in surprise.

But the two were completely absorbed in their swordplay discussion.

This battle will not involve comparing soul power or activating soul rings; it will be a contest based solely on pure sword intent.

Whoosh-!
A crimson sword intent pierced through the air, heading straight for Li Zhexian.

Even with his current physical strength, he could barely keep up with the speed and parry with his sword.

Ping——!
The two swords clashed.

The surging energy shredded the surrounding sea of ​​clouds.

Li Zhexian and Chen Xin used the momentum to drift back a hundred meters away, and then charged at each other again with their swords drawn.

"Azure Lotus Sword Song, First Form - Yao Guang!"

A ray of starlight fell.

It quietly adhered to the edge of the Azure Lotus Sword.

The sword, already as clear as glass, now shimmered with a cold, sharp gleam.

Li Zhexian stepped forward, brandishing his sword, aiming straight for Chen Xin.

Chen Xin still unleashed that crimson, blood-red sword light, its killing intent chilling.

Ping ping—!
Ping ping—!
The sound of metal clashing was incessant.

The two moved with lightning speed, their swords flashing and slicing through the sky.

Li Zhexian unleashed a series of sword techniques, each one more unpredictable than the last. His sword intents stirred the celestial phenomena, causing various strange sights to appear in the clouds in response.

Chen Xin met the attack with the Seven Killings Sword Intent, displaying an aura of unstoppable power.

But starting from the seventh form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song...

Chen Xin would have to unleash two sword strikes to withstand Li Zhexian's single strike.

"The Eighth Form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song - Cleansing the Glass".

As Li Zhexian's voice faded, his sword rose.

A sword light, clear as crystal and pure water, swept out and collided with the fierce, scarlet sword intent. In an instant, it purified the intent, causing the scarlet color to fade and dim.

Chen Xin frowned deeply and asked:
What is the purpose of this sword?

"It can even purify my Seven Killing Sword Intent?"

Just as Li Zhexian was about to respond, he suddenly felt the surrounding air currents shifting and rapidly converging towards a certain point.

"You two fellow cultivators are fighting fiercely. How about trying out my sword?"

Feng Bailong had just begun to speak.

Two streaks of azure sword light had already torn through the vast clouds and mist.

In an instant, it struck Li Zhexian and Chenxin...

(End of this chapter)