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

Chapter 53 The Wind Sword Sect nurtured a group of arrogant individuals; Feng Bailong once privately challenged Chen Xin (Bonus chapter, requesting monthly votes)

"Which sect does this person belong to?"

Li Zhexian voiced his doubts.

Dugu Yan and the others shook their heads blankly.

Ye Lingling parted her red lips slightly and said:
"If I'm not mistaken..."

"They must be from the Wind Sword Sect."

"Wind Sword Sect?"

This name was coined.

Dugu Yan and the others immediately understood.

Yu Feng exclaimed in surprise:
"The Wind Sword Sect, one of the four lower sects?!"

Oslo continued:

"I have heard that this sect has its own lineage."

"The disciples' martial souls are all swords, but they are not like Sword Douluo, who can break through all laws with a single sword."

"The Wind Sword Sect is particularly skilled in sword formations. When they are executed by combining the power of its members, their power is extraordinary."

Li Zhexian's eyes brightened slightly.

As a sword cultivator, he was particularly sensitive to the word "sword".

Wind Sword Sect...

The background is only mentioned briefly in the original work.

See you today.

However, it seems to have some merit.

Indeed, the wonders of this world can only be truly appreciated by experiencing them firsthand.

Let go of that predetermined trajectory.

How many unknown mysteries are still hidden in the Douluo Continent?

"interesting……"

Li Zhexian murmured softly.

Seeing Li Zhexian's keen interest in the Wind Sword Sect, Ye Lingling thought for a moment and continued:

"Speaking of the Wind Sword Sect..."

"The sect leader, Feng Bailong, is an 89th-level Soul Douluo who often compares himself to a Sword Douluo and even boasts that he is the second-best swordsman."

"He once said: Sword Douluo is the number one attack Douluo, and I am the number one attack Soul Douluo. If I have a hundred disciples to form an array, even a titled Douluo can be defeated."

Li Zhexian smiled slightly and asked:

"How do you know so much about the Wind Sword Sect?"

That smile was somewhat dazzling, and Ye Lingling unconsciously lowered her eyes:
"My mother..."

"I once hoped that Feng Bailong could defeat Sword Douluo."

"Yes, Feng Bailong did go without alerting the outside world."

These words slipped out.

Li Zhexian and the others held their breath.

Feng Bailong, who considers himself the second best swordsman, secretly challenges Chen Xin.
"How is the result?"

Li Zhexian pressed for an answer.

Ye Lingling blinked her azure eyes.

"From that day on, Feng Bailong's sword was never drawn again."

Yu Feng clicked his tongue in amazement:

"Good heavens, was his sword sealed by Sword Douluo?"

Even the taciturn Shi brothers spoke in a deep voice:
"As expected of Sword Douluo!"

Ye Lingling added:
"But Feng Bailong said something else entirely."

"He claimed that he was raising a sword, and he covered his eyes with black silk, listening to the sound of the sword."

He added, "When he draws his sword, he will surely impress Sword Douluo."

"But my mother asserted that Feng Bailong was cautious and valued his life, and that he would never be able to catch up with Chen Xin in this lifetime."

Dugu Yan pouted:

"So, the practice of covering one's eyes with black silk has become the signature style of the Wind Sword Sect?"

"Ah."

Ye Lingling nodded.

"interesting."

Li Zhexian's gaze swept over the group of figures in green robes carrying swords in the distance, his interest growing even stronger.

In the Star Dou Forest, if Soul Masters meet, unless they are old acquaintances, the unspoken rule is that they go their separate ways.

To avoid creating unnecessary complications for rare and precious materials or target soul beasts.

"Let's go this way."

Li Zhexian pointed in another direction.

The crowd responded, and the seven figures disappeared into the dense forest once more to search for traces of the Bloodtooth Demon Tiger.

however.

Things not going as planned is the norm.

About half an hour later.

call--

call--

The wind howled, its sharpness cutting through our faces.

The group of swordsmen in blue robes with piercing eyes bumped right into Li Zhexian and his companions.

The two sides were separated by only a dozen meters of dense bushes, and the atmosphere suddenly became still, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Just as this silent stalemate was beginning...

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect suddenly parted to both sides like a tide, making way for a narrow path.

A handsome young man, dressed in the same blue robe with flowing clouds embroidered on the hem and cuffs, slowly stepped out from it.

He faced a row of trees, cupped his hands and laughed heartily: "I am Feng Buyu, the young sect master of the Fengjian Sect."

"May I ask where you friends come from?"

Li Zhexian and the others were stunned.

Who is this person talking to?
"cough……"

An elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a green robe, quickly whispered in his ear:
"Silence, you're wrong, it's on your left."

Upon hearing this, the boy ripped off the black cloth covering his eyes and said angrily:
"Who replaced it with a real one?"

This scene was somewhat comical.

The corners of Li Zhexian's and the others' mouths twitched slightly at the sight.

The distance was too far, and the view was blurry.

Only now that we're closer can we see it clearly.

The black silk covering the Wind Sword Sect members' eyes was actually made of fine mesh, making it practically useless!

Good guy!
Fantasy sunglasses?
Li Zhexian chuckled inwardly.

"The Wind Sword Sect has raised a bunch of arrogant show-offs!"

He suppressed his complaints, stepped forward, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and smiled:

"I am Li Zhexian, a free man, and my companions and I come from Tiandou City."

"Heavenly Dou City? What a nice place..."

The wind returned the greeting silently.

He didn't look at the pretty Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.
As for Yu Feng, Aos Luo, and the Shi brothers, they didn't even glance at them.

His gaze lingered only on Li Zhexian.

Those clear eyes seemed to shine brightly in the dim forest.

"I see that Brother Zhe Xian's posture is like a sword, and his eyes are sharp. Could it be... that he is a swordsman?"

His tone was eager.

Li Zhexian nodded.

"good."

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Feng Buyu smiled and clapped his hands, his right hand already reaching for the ancient sword hilt behind him.

“Brother Immortal, our meeting today is fate. Why don’t we…”

"Silence..."

The old man in the green robe interrupted.

"Let us not forget the purpose of our trip."

Feng Buyu stopped moving, clicking his tongue with a look of regret.

"Very well... Brother Immortal, farewell for now!"

"If fate allows in the future, we must find a secluded place, sit cross-legged, and discuss the Dao through swordsmanship!"

"Farewell!"

He wrapped the black silk around his neck again.

The figures of the Wind Sword Sect members swayed.

Like a gust of wind sweeping through the forest, it vanished without a trace in a few breaths.

-

From the moment we met until we parted, it was only a short while before we finished drinking a cup of tea.

According to this young sect leader, Li Zhexian had already become a close friend with whom he could discuss swordsmanship.

"Is this guy out of his mind?"

Yu Feng was dumbfounded.

"He's so overly friendly!"

Li Zhexian chuckled and shook his head:
"He's a remarkable person."

He was puzzled.

Why is Feng Buyu, with such a clear and pure sword heart, unknown in the original work?
Upon further reflection, it suddenly dawned on me.

The Wind Sword Sect relies on sword formations for its foundation, requiring its disciples to form formations in support.

The original story, starting from the Soul Master Competition, focuses more on the rapid increase in the individual combat power of the main characters.

How could Feng Buyu keep up with the Shrek Seven Devils?

Think of this.

Li Zhexian's mood actually improved.

Because he was familiar with the original story and already knew many things by heart, he lost some of the novelty and interest.

Now, we've encountered unexpected variables like the Wind Sword Sect and Feng Buyu.

This made his travels on the mainland truly have a sense of "finding something after searching high and low, only to find a new village hidden in the darkest of times."

The wind howled rapidly through the forest.

Feng Buyu's voice was filled with excitement:

"Uncle-Master, can you feel it?"

"That immortal brother's sword is incredibly sharp!"

The old man in the green robe looked solemn:
"Yes, its sharpness is concealed, and even the slightest hint of it is enough to make people feel imminent danger."

"If his sword were drawn, it would be unimaginable."

Feng Buyu pressed on:
"Uncle-Master, if I were to control the Wind and Thunder Sword Formation..."

"Do you think Brother Zhexian can withstand the power of several disciples?"

The old man pondered for a moment:
"About five people is the limit."

He abruptly changed the subject and said solemnly:
"This matter will be discussed later."

"The Bloodtooth Demon Tiger's territory is nearby, so everyone be on high alert!"

　Sorry, I'm more than ten minutes late...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)