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

Chapter 55: Swordplay Discussion with Young Chen Xin, Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Demon Tiger Cave
What Elder Fengxiao meant by that...

The Wind Sword Sect doesn't seem to intend to give up the Bloodtooth Demon Tiger?
Li Zhexian's eyes flickered slightly.

"We've been wanting to see the Bloodtooth Demon Tiger for ten thousand years."

He smiled and said:
"Brother Buyu, Elder Fengxiao, how about... we join forces?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Buyu's eyes lit up with joy.

He truly longed to see Li Zhexian's sword.

Feng Xiao raised a white eyebrow and looked Li Zhexian up and down.

"you?"

Only one character.

The disdain was self-evident.

"It's not that I'm unwilling, but I don't want you to lose your lives in vain."

Li Zhexian's smile remained unwavering.

They didn't take Feng Xiao's disdain seriously.

To collaborate with others, one must demonstrate convincing strength.

He took a step forward.

hum-

Two dazzling purple soul rings suddenly rose from beneath his feet.

In an instant.

Center around him.

The wind pressure surged, white shirts fluttered, and wood chips filled the air, even dispelling the pervasive stench of blood.

This scene, witnessed by the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect, was no less shocking than that of the ten-thousand-year-old demonic tiger.

"Purple...purple?! A thousand-year-old soul ring?!"

"The first two rings represent a thousand years?! How is that possible?!"

"Who is this Li Zhexian, the monstrous descendant of some titled Douluo?!"

Feng Buyu's gaze was intense, fixed on Li Zhexian.

He excitedly gripped the hilt of his sword again.

If the timing weren't so bad, he would have loved to draw his sword immediately and challenge Li Zhexian to a duel on the art of swordsmanship.

"A thousand-year-old soul ring..."

Feng Xiao's eyes were filled with disbelief.

The Wind Sword Sect is considered a powerful force in the Douluo Continent.

Throughout the sect's thousand-year history, there has never been a genius whose first two rings were a thousand-year limit.

This is no longer the work of a genius!
He is an absolute monster!
He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"It is I who have been looking at the sky from the bottom of a well."

Li Zhexian withdrew his soul rings, cupped his hands, and smiled:

"It is perfectly normal for seniors to have doubts."

"To be honest, it's an advantage for the junior to be able to travel with seniors."

"But that Bloodtooth Demon Tiger is really ferocious, and one more person means one more unit of strength."

He turned to the side to signal to his companion.

“My companions are all outstanding young talents in Tiandou City, each with extraordinary abilities, and they will surely be of great help.”

"As for the ownership of the spoils, that will depend on fate at that time."

"What do you think, Senior Feng Xiao?"

Feng Xiao's gaze toward Li Zhexian grew increasingly appreciative.

These words saved his face without belittling himself or his companions, and also clarified the distribution of the most sensitive spoils in advance.

Feng Xiao stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Very well, young immortal hero, then I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"

He felt a surge of joy.

Although his soul power has reached level 70, he has not yet obtained his seventh soul ring and is still only a Soul Emperor.

Several disciples of the Wind Sword Sect had already been killed in the previous battle with the Bloodtooth Demon Tiger, and the power of their sword formation was greatly diminished.

With their own strength, the chances of winning against the Ten Thousand Year Demon Tiger are slim.

Teaming up with such a talented team is all the better.

As for dividing the spoils equally?
A glint of shrewdness flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes; he was truly a shrewd old man.

Even the most prodigious genius...

Could it be faster than the sword blade propelled by his level 70 soul power?

At that time, the Soul Ring will belong to you.

The demonic tiger's skin, bones, flesh, and blood were given to Li Zhexian and the others as payment.

……

Thus, the two sides formed an alliance.

After a short rest, the group followed the intermittent bloodstains on the ground and tracked down the demon tiger.

But the bloodstains mysteriously disappeared when they reached a low-lying area.

Without any choice.

The group had no choice but to expand their search area and conduct a thorough search of the region.

About half an hour later, the sun was already setting in the west. The group stepped into the depths of the depression.

The scorching sunlight filtered through the sparse foliage, which should have brought warmth.

However, an unusual chill permeated the air, and the deeper one went, the stronger the chill became, as if falling into an ice cave.

"Be careful!"

Feng Xiao's deep voice warned the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect, and also reminded Li Zhexian and his seven companions.

Everyone nodded, their hearts pounding.

As the vegetation gradually thins out.

The once dense bushes were only knee-high, opening up a wider field of vision.

Yet a strange sense of unease hung over everyone's hearts like a dark cloud.

The terrain gradually rises at the end of the depression.

The view ahead slowly unfolds.

When the scene came into full view, gasps of astonishment rose and fell.

"This...this is..."

Li Zhexian, having emerged from the depression, gazed solemnly at what lay before him.

This is a flat area spanning several thousand meters.

The ground was barren, and the blood seeping from the countless skeletons of spirit beasts had branded it with a dark red hue.

Piles of white bones lay like mountains, exuding a strong aura of death.

The center of the flat ground.

A murky puddle of about 100 square meters must have been the drinking place of the Bloodtooth Demon Tiger.

Adjacent to the steep mountain wall, a huge cave was carved out, with a deep and dark entrance.

On the flat ground inside the cave, the outline of a huge, sunken beast can be vaguely seen, which is the location of the Demon Tiger's lair.

A terrifying tiger's might, almost solidified, emanated from the cave, stirring up sand and stones everywhere.

however.

The one who most captivated the hearts and minds of Li Zhexian, Feng Xiao, and Feng Buyu...

It was deep within the Demon Tiger Cave, a sword mark that ran from top to bottom and pierced through the entire mountain.

"This...this is..."

Li Zhexian's pupils gradually contracted.

The moment one's gaze falls upon the sword mark, everything around seems to lose its color and form.

In the world, only that sword mark remains!
In a daze...

Li Zhexian seemed to see a young man in white robes, holding an ancient sword with a murderous aura, who waved his hand and left behind this earth-shattering sword strike.

That sword...

As it cleaves through the mountains!
It also seemed to transcend time and space, directly striking at Li Zhexian's mind!

"puff--!"

Right now.

Feng Buyu, who was standing to the side, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The slender Gale Sword in his hand emitted a mournful cry, unable to bear the weight any longer.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Well--!"

Feng Xiaocang's eyes suddenly widened, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his long, snow-white beard red.

The three-foot-long green sword in front of him suddenly flew away.

With a "clang," it pierced the ground in the distance.

"Sword Douluo...it was Sword Douluo's doing..."

His face was pale, and his voice trembled with horror.

"It was merely his insight into swordsmanship when he acquired his fourth spirit ring..."

"It's beyond our reach..."

"Terrifying! Utterly terrifying!"

The voice just fell.

laugh!
A powerful and extremely sharp sword aura suddenly poured out from Li Zhexian's body.

Feng Xiao and Feng Buyu, both sword cultivators, were forced to stagger back several steps by this invisible sharpness.

Feng Buyu stared in disbelief.

"This...this is...Li Zhexian's sword?!"

Li Zhexian slowly closed his eyes.

The azure lotus sword mark reappeared on his forehead, its sharpness fully revealed, flickering and gleaming.

at the same time.

Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others heard this in surprise and disbelief...

A series of clear and dense metallic clanging sounds emanated from Li Zhexian's body.

It seemed as if there were two swordsmen.

Transcending different times and spaces.

They are discussing the Dao through swordsmanship, stirring up a sword intent that resonates across the ages...

(End of this chapter)