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

Chapter 348 Sword and Wine, the Number One Fighter in Heavenly Dou! A New Year's Agreement

Royal Palace Square.

A dead silence.

Only the aftershocks on the ground have not yet subsided.

Interspersed with the painful roars of the Dark Demon God Tiger.

The echoes reverberated across the open square.

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others stared in horror at the white-clad figure before them.

One move to suppress the titled Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

Such strength.

It goes beyond being shocking or outrageous.

Several people quietly released their spiritual energy to probe, but as soon as their thoughts touched the boy's body, they vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"The banished immortal has met several seniors."

Li Zhexian turned around, smiled, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Immortal, your current soul power..."

Dugu Boqing's red pupils narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but speak.

After a moment's thought, Li Zhexian's white robes suddenly fluttered without wind, and a surge of powerful soul energy erupted forth.

In terms of the amount of soul power alone.

It doesn't have the same impressive titles as some of the veteran players.

However, the extreme annihilation power contained within, along with the hidden chilling cold, caused the expressions of the group to change drastically.

They hurriedly channeled their soul power to resist, but were still forced to retreat several steps.

With each step, the void trembled.

"Level 87?!"

Dugu Bo and Feng Bailong gasped in shock.

Even the usually calm Chen Xin showed an expression of disbelief.

As Dugu Bo previously stated.

When Li Zhexian went to the far north, his soul power was still at level seventy-six.

In less than half a month, it has broken through eleven levels.

Let alone seeing it with my own eyes.

Such absurd things, even if they came from a storyteller, would probably draw boos from the audience.

"Seniors, let's continue our discussion downstairs."

The group returned to the ground.

The Dark Demon Tiger struggled to its feet from the pit, its glossy black fur torn open with countless bloody gashes, and one of its hind legs was broken, causing it to stagger.

Even in such a sorry state.

Yet, there was not a trace of ferocity in its blood-red eyes.

Instead, he limped over to Li Zhexian, his limbs trembling, and he bowed his head and growled softly.

Chen Xin and the others were shocked by Li Zhexian's improved soul power, but their feelings were far less profound than when they directly faced the latter.

He had just casually grabbed the scorpion's tail.

The attached spacetime power melted away like ice and snow.

This is beyond its comprehension.

When Li Zhexian first mastered the Time-Space Sword Intent, it was able to withstand a single blow from him.

Although defeated.

But it's only a hair's breadth away.

Now, the gap is like heaven and earth, leaving only horror.

“Evil Tiger, if you really want to return to Star Dou, just nod your head, and I won’t stop you.”

The words sounded familiar.

The Dark Demon God Tiger raised its ferocious tiger head.

Sure enough, he caught sight of the boy's hand on the hilt of his sword again, and his tiger-like face turned serious with a human touch. He shook his head without hesitation.

Li Zhexian nodded in satisfaction and said:
"Don't be impatient. A great battle is imminent, and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it then."

After saying that, he turned around.

Not far away, the Snow Night Emperor, who had been waiting quietly, pushed aside his guards and quickly came forward to greet them.

"Your Majesty, Sword and Wine!"

Although his cultivation level was not high, he saw it clearly:

He defeated the evil tiger with a single move, and his imposing aura caused five titled figures to retreat.

It goes without saying that he is now the number one fighter in the world.

now.

The Emperor, disregarding his imperial dignity, strode forward and stepped aside to guide him:
"Your Excellency Jianjiu, Your Excellencies, please enter the hall for further discussion!"

During the conversation.
Li Zhexian learned that the Martial Soul Empire had amassed troops on the border, and the flames of war on the continent were about to reignite.

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and Feng Bailong carefully considered their words and advised him to stay in Tiandou Imperial City and not go to the front line.

How could Li Zhexian not understand the good intentions of his predecessors?

It's simply because they felt the battle was dangerous, with a huge disparity in top-tier combat power between the enemy and themselves, and hoped he would avoid direct confrontation.

but……

If you really want to hide.
Why should he rush back from the far north?

"Seniors, there's no need to persuade me any further." "Tian Dou... is my root on this continent, and the sword in my hand shall naturally protect Tian Dou."

"To avoid war and have one's sword heart tarnished, what good is it to live ten thousand years in ignominy?"

Li Zhexian smiled, but his gaze was as sharp as a sword.

Chen Xin and the others exchanged glances, unsure whether they felt gratified or resigned.

Ning Fengzhi slowly nodded:
"In that case..."

"At dawn tomorrow, all troops will assemble at the gates of Tiandou City and march to the front lines."

The Great Emperor rose on a snowy night and bowed solemnly:
"I await your triumphant return at Tiandou."

They left the palace.

Li Zhexian went straight back to his own courtyard.

We haven't gotten close yet.

Then they heard bursts of laughter coming from inside the courtyard.

He pushed the door open and entered...

There were Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling.

Feng Buyu, Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian, Yu Tianheng, Oscar, and others also gathered together.

The girls were making dumplings around the table, but Huowu tiptoed to smell the newly opened plum blossoms.

the other side.

Feng Buyu and the others were busy tidying up the kitchen utensils and moving the stove.

The small courtyard was packed full of about twenty people.

Seeing Li Zhexian return.

Everyone burst into laughter and shouts:

"Your Majesty Sword Wine has finally returned!"

"I was just betting with Brother Xiaotian whether you could make it back today, and here we are!"

"Hey, you're back just in time! Brother Immortal, you can clean these two furnaces now!"

"I, Feng Buyu, actually made His Majesty Jianjiu do things for me. That's damn impressive!"

Li Zhexian smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and stepped forward, asking as he washed the clothes:
"Weren't you supposed to send people from each college straight to the front lines? What are you doing here?"

Huo Wushuang laughed:
"Several of us arrived a few days ago, hoping to have a get-together before setting off, but we ended up all in the same place."

Feng Buyu flicked the water droplets off his hands and said with a sigh:
That's why we're brothers!

Looking at these vivid and enthusiastic faces.

Li Zhexian felt increasingly fortunate to have returned from the far north.

"Hey!"

He suddenly frowned and shouted at Huo Wu:
"Those are plum blossoms from early spring, you can't eat them!"

"Fire Dancer, shut up!"

This meal.

Everyone tacitly refrained from drinking alcohol.

I only wish to cherish this last half-day of reunion before the battle while remaining clear-headed.

After meal.

A group of people strolled along the long street of Tiandou City.

Passersby cast admiring glances at him.

This scene...

It feels like it was several years ago...

They were also a group of spirited young men and women, laughing and joking as they walked through the city.

Today, the person remains the same, and the spirit remains the same.

They walked and stopped frequently, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the teahouse.

The listeners quickly stood up to offer their seats, but Li Zhexian and his companions waved them off, and the group went to sit down at the noodle stall across the street.

The storyteller was recounting the events of the Battle of the Papal Palace several years prior.

Coincidentally, everyone present today is a firsthand witness, which is why they are listening with such rapt attention.

"Who would have thought that Lord Swordsman also possessed twin martial souls? With his fourth soul skill, he pinned the Pope to the sacred mountain with a single sword strike..."

Feng Buyu sipped his noodle soup and sighed:
"It's been almost eight years in the blink of an eye."

Yu Tianheng laughed at him from the side:
"Brother Buyu, what are you lamenting about? You weren't there during that great battle."

Feng Buyu glared at him

Huo Wu, unusually, replied in a low voice:

"Time really flies... The five-year agreement was already three years ago."

She looked up at the crowd, a glint of light flashing in her beautiful eyes:
"Since the five-year agreement is in the past, why don't we make a new agreement?"

Everyone applauded.

"Excellent! Let's set it for five years!"

"Five years is too long..."

Shui Bing'er suddenly suggested softly:
How was the year?

“A year from now, the war will be over, and we will reunite here.”

　No, no, no abandoning the project. I'm just on a business trip, so my schedule is irregular. I'll guarantee at least two chapters.
　　orz (bowing.jpg)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)