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

Chapter 442 Feng Bailong Challenges Chen Xin's Past (Bonus Chapter)
The moon is hidden and the stars are fading; the night wind is rustling—it is the perfect time for swordsmen to meet.

Thirty miles outside of Qibao Mountain.

Feng Bailong, dressed in black, almost blended into the night, except for his eyes, which shone brightly.

"Everyone calls Sword Douluo Chen Xin the number one offensive Douluo in the world."

Feng Bailong rubbed his knuckles against the sword sheath.

"And I am the one who conquers the strongest Contra."

"I once said that if a hundred disciples formed an array, even a titled warrior could fight against them."

"Tonight, I, along with three hundred disciples, will make the whole world know..."

"The way of the sword is not limited to the Seven Kills, but also includes my Wind White Dragon's Wind Sword."

whoosh-

The night breeze brushed past the tips of the grass, causing them to sway gently.

He moved swiftly, heading deep into the mountains, with his three hundred disciples following silently behind.

Upon reaching the area between two mountains, a wide, flat plain came into view.

Feng Bailong suddenly stopped.

"This place is excellent; it's perfect for a showdown with Chen Xin."

"Formation!"

"Yes!"

The three hundred disciples took their places in response.

In an instant.

Sword spirits manifested one after another, their cold light forming a continuous expanse in the night.

Various kinds of soul power flowed like rivers, weaving together in the air to create faint sounds of wind and thunder.

This is the Wind and Thunder Sword Formation that made the Wind Sword Sect famous and allowed it to rank among the four lower sects!
Feng Bailong drew his longsword, its sharp edge pointing straight to the sky.

Boom!

Thunderbolts struck in response, entangling the sword's blade.

"Chen Xin, come and fight!"

His voice rolled on like thunder, echoing for miles around.

Qibao Glazed Sect.

Chen Xin, who was practicing swordsmanship on the mountaintop cliff, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the lightning bolt that tore through the night sky in the distance.

"This is... sword intent."

Zheng!
His figure vanished from the spot.

Five hundred meters away, a wisp of cloud was dispersed by the sword energy.

Chen Xin rode his sword and flew to the border of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

A massive shadow loomed before them. Ancient Banyan, standing atop a bone dragon, spoke in a deep voice:

"I'm with you."

“Gu Rong, you are guarding the sect, this person is coming for me.”

After listening, Gu Rong nodded slightly and said no more.

Dust Heart transformed into a streak of scarlet light and vanished into the horizon.

"coming!"

Feng Bailong watched as a crimson sword light streaked through the air a thousand meters away, bending the trees low in its path, and arrived before him in an instant.

The newcomer, dressed in white, hovered in the air. His face was gaunt, and he spoke indifferently:
"Who is coming?"

"Wind White Dragon".

"The Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect?"

"Exactly."

After introducing himself.

The three hundred disciples below shouted in unison, and their formation changed abruptly.

The power of wind and thunder flowed like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, all converging into Feng Bailong's sword.

His aura surged, subtly surpassing the limits of a Soul Douluo.

Feng Bailong soared into the sky, facing Chen Xin from a distance of more than ten meters.

"Everyone says that you, Chen Xin, hold the reins of the sword path and enjoy the title of the sword alone."

"Tonight, I, Feng, have come specifically to ask Sword Douluo for a sword consultation."

When swordsmen clash, there's no need for further words.

The words trailed off.

A sword aura, swirling with wind and thunder, burst forth from the sky.

Huhu——

A sudden gust of wind arose, accompanied by thunderous roars.

The wind and thunder sword energy struck Chen Xin's face in the blink of an eye, causing his hair to dance wildly and his clothes to flutter.

Zheng!
No one saw how he made his move.

A crimson sword light suddenly appeared, and the wind and thunder sword energy shattered instantly.

Feng Bailong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly dodged to the side.

The crimson sword light swept out for a hundred meters with overwhelming force, cutting down all the trees and boulders in the path and leaving a shocking sword mark.

Until now.

Chen Xin's calm voice finally came through.

"Is this all your sword has to offer? Disappointing."

Feng Bailong's expression turned solemn.

"As expected of the Sword Dao Chen Xin." Boom!
He took a step forward.

With his landing point as the origin, the power of the wind suddenly erupted, and a violent shockwave swept in all directions.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—eight spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, spreading a light yet sharp aura.

next moment.

The seventh spirit ring emitted a ghostly light.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Wind Sword True Form!"

The wind from the entire valley, and even from the surrounding mountain ranges, transformed into wisps of visible blue air that converged above his head.

An ancient sword slowly materialized from the wind.

Three hundred disciples simultaneously formed hand seals, triggering a strange change in celestial phenomena.

Dark clouds surged, lightning flashed like dragons, and streaks of purple lightning tore through the night, striking the wind sword one after another.

Boom boom!

Boom boom!

The stones flew everywhere, turning the grass and trees to ash.

The lightning surged into the sword, blasting a scorched crater into the ground.

The wind sword continued to extend amidst the lightning, its blade wreathed in arcs of lightning, reaching a length of over ten meters.

This sword.

Even titled Douluo need to be on high alert.

"cut!"

Feng Bailong pointed his sword and brought it down from the sky.

Rumble!
Rumble!
The sword of wind and thunder slashed down at Chen Xin.

Wherever the sword passed, the air tore apart and the ground cracked, as if the mountain itself was about to be cleaved in two by this single strike.

And in that very instant.

Chen Xin finally drew his sword.

A crimson sword intent, as red as blood, soared into the sky, illuminating the entire mountain valley as if it were soaked in blood.

The moment the Seven Kill Sword was drawn.

Everything was desolate and lifeless.

He didn't say much.

He simply swung his sword casually.

The crimson sword energy clashed violently with the giant sword of wind and thunder.

boom! ! !
Amidst a deafening roar.

The two sword energies clashed fiercely.

The scattered sword energy flew like thousands of sharp blades, cutting crisscrossing ravines into the surrounding ground, causing trees to collapse in large numbers, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

The two swords clashed in mid-air, with lightning and blood-red light exploding continuously.

Feng Bailong's face grew paler and paler, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The three hundred disciples below were completely drained of their soul power, their faces as pale as paper, and their bodies swaying.

But Chen Xin remained indifferent.

"You've gone down the wrong path in swordsmanship."

Feng Bailong raised his head, the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth glaringly obvious.

"If you are attached to external things, the sword is just a weapon in your hand."

"If you rely on the power of wind and thunder to fight, how can you unleash a sword that can move forward without hesitation?"

"Wind White Dragon, the Way of Thunder, is fierce and violent, not your path. If you do not have the opportunity to break through this barrier, the Title Realm... will be the end of your sword path in this life."

He turned to leave.

The last sentence drifted away with the wind.

"The way of the sword is lonely."

Before the words were finished, the figure had already drifted away.

Feng Bailong staggered backward and was hurriedly supported by the disciples behind him.

The disciples, however, saw that their sect leader was completely unaware, only staring blankly at the still trembling sword in his hand.

"metropolitan……"

The disciple cried out in distress.

Feng Bailong did not answer, but stood there like a withered tree gazing at a sword, until dawn.

a long time.

He then uttered two words in a hoarse voice:

"Return to the clan."

From that day onwards.

Feng Bailong went into seclusion and did not emerge.

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect never saw their sect leader draw his sword again, only occasionally catching glimpses of that lonely figure, sitting idly on the cloud-shrouded cliff top day after day.

Feng Bailong's eyes were covered with cloth, but he could hear the sound of swords ringing in his ears as the wind passed by.

Spring ends and autumn arrives; the first snow covers the fallen leaves.

Through the changing seasons, the figure listening to the wind on the cliff has never moved.

Until one day, several years later.

Young Sect Master Feng Buyu, accompanied by a young man in white, slowly ascended to the mountain peak.

The young man walked with ease, his features refined and handsome. He stopped three zhang away, bowing respectfully.
"Junior Li Zhexian pays respects to Senior Feng Bailong."

(End of this chapter)