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

Chapter 63 Chen Xin and Li Zhexian Discuss Swordsmanship! Chen Xin's Sword Dao
"Dust...heart..."

The night breeze ruffled the stray hairs that had fallen across Li Zhexian's forehead.

He read out the name of the figure in white with a complicated tone.

Chen Xin stood on the roof ridge, his white hair and white clothes fluttering in the wind.

He looked down at the boy below, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashing deep in his eyes, and calmly said:

"You banished immortal, can you no longer even call me 'teacher'?"

Li Zhexian's lips parted slightly.

But that address remained stuck between his lips and teeth, unable to be uttered.

He was, after all, just a thirteen-year-old boy.

Memories flooded back like a tide...

That day, Ning Rongrong abandoned him and left.

His teacher, however, remained completely silent throughout.

That night, I was filled with sorrow and grief, and only strong liquor could soothe my throat. My pent-up anger roared like the energy of a sword.

He was all alone, with only his sword and wine for company.

Dust in the heart...

This is the guide who led him onto the path of a Soul Master.

Yet they were stingy with a single word of comfort.

How could he not mind?

"Senior Chenxin, what brings you here?"

Li Zhexian suppressed his turbulent emotions and spoke in a calm, even tone.

Chen Xin did not say much.

He slowly extended his palm forward.

With the movement, a section of an ancient sword hilt fell into his palm out of thin air.

Sections of the sword, pure white and ancient in appearance, gradually materialized, eventually transforming into a four-foot-three-inch long sword.

On the hilt of the sword, seven blood-red lines meander like blood, signifying the name "Seven Kills".

The moment Chen Xin grasped the Seven Kill Sword in his hand...

A courtyard, plum trees, and plum trees with their subtle fragrance...

All colors around suddenly faded away, returning to nothingness.

between heaven and earth.

All that remained was his heart and the sword in his hand.

Once the sword is drawn, its intent is clear.

Li Zhexian slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

A burning fighting spirit burst forth from his eyes.

Zheng——!
A clear, resonant sword cry ripped through the air.

Li Zhexian raised his hand and suddenly clenched his fist in the air.

A flash of blue light appeared, and the three-foot-six-inch Azure Lotus Sword was summoned.

Twelve lifelike blue lotuses bloomed on the sword, and sword energy surged outwards from him, causing his white robes to flutter in the wind.

Chen Xin's gaze fell on the Azure Lotus Sword.

Those eyes, which had been as calm as still water, suddenly lit up with a sharp light.

He could clearly feel the tremor emanating from the Seven Kill Sword in his hand...

It was the excitement of encountering a formidable foe, mixed with a barely perceptible thrill of facing an unparalleled sharpness.

“Immortal, your sword… is even sharper now.”

"However, if the sword is sharp, but the wielder is incompetent, it will turn on him and bite him, ultimately proving futile."

Li Zhexian remained silent.

He rose like a startled swan, skimming towards the dusty heart on the eaves.

A purple soul ring instantly wrapped around the Azure Lotus Sword.

In an instant.

An unparalleled sharpness permeated the air.

The air seemed to be sliced ​​apart, emitting a piercing wail.

"First Soul Skill - Azure Blade Breaker!"

His heart remained unmoved by worldly desires.

Their gazes didn't even focus.

He only gave his wrist a very slight twitch.

The Seven Kill Sword drew a thin line that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

There was no flash of sword light, no howling wind, only a hissing sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Li Zhexian's seemingly invincible sword strike.

The moment it touched that "thin line," it collapsed silently, like a bubble hitting a red-hot iron needle.

Li Zhexian felt an extremely condensed "point" of power pierce through the key point of his soul skill's operation with perfect precision.

Subsequent changes came to an abrupt halt.

He was forced to take half a step back to dissipate that tricky force.

Chen Xin's calm voice rose with the chilling night wind.

"This move is intended to be 'sharp,' but it fails because it is 'scattered.'"

"The three realms of swordsmanship: the lower sword cuts people, the middle sword cuts oneself, and the upper sword cuts the night."

"When you draw your sword to kill someone, the intention is to 'kill' them, not to intimidate them with empty boasting."

"I am fearless, and I can see through the flaws in your moves and defeat you with a single blow." Hearing Chen Xin's merciless criticism.

Instead of showing any sign of dejection, Li Zhexian's eyes blazed with an even more intense fighting spirit.

He flicked his fingers across the Azure Lotus Sword, and the blade suddenly split into two sides, one side bursting with crimson flames and the other condensing into frost.

"Azure Lotus Sword Song, Second Form - Blazing Frost Sword!"

Cut out with one sword.

The crimson sword energy roared like a raging dragon, while the icy sword energy slashed at the ground like a frigid python.

Two completely opposite yet mutually reinforcing forces intertwined into a spiral of ice and fire, swooping down on Chen Xin.

Wherever it passed, the shockwaves distorted the air, and frost condensed on the bluestone slabs.

Faced with this magical sword strike that blends ice and fire.

Chen Xin finally stirred.

He didn't dodge, but instead took a step forward.

This step seemed to be stepping on the rhythm of swordsmanship.

The Seven Kill Sword in his hand remained simple and unadorned; he simply thrust it forward.

There is no radiance of soul power, no complex variations, only the pure sword intent that takes "speed" and "accuracy" to the extreme.

Li Zhexian's magnificent ice and fire spiral.

Faced with Chenxin's piercing insight into simplicity, it was like a balloon being precisely punctured.

puff--

A muffled explosion.

The crimson flames dissipated like fireflies scattered across the sky.

The cold air disintegrated, falling like snowflakes.

A violent energy shockwave swept in all directions, causing plum petals to dance wildly and plum tree branches to tremble violently in the courtyard.

"Borrowing the intensity of fire and the coldness of ice, they appear to be invincible, but in reality, they are putting the cart before the horse!"

For the first time, Chen Xin's gaze sharpened, like a tangible sword piercing Li Zhexian.

"When the sword strikes, it cuts away the chaotic thoughts in one's heart and the dependence on external forces!"

"Is this sword truly yours, or has it become a slave to fire and ice?"

Li Zhexian's eyes were clear and bright.

Without flinching, he met Chen Xin's sharp gaze head-on.

His swordsmanship is clear and his principles are clear; how could he be swayed by a few words from others?

Even a worldly heart is not enough!

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"

"Senior Chenxin, you are mistaken!"

"All things in heaven and earth can serve as resources for the sword path!"

"Fire is not me, ice is not me, yet I can control them, and I can melt them into the sword!"

"To turn external forces into one's own, that is my sword!"

"This is mastery! This is inclusiveness!"

"What do you mean by servants?!"

Finished.

Li Zhexian's sword technique changed again.

A sliver of dazzling starlight was stolen from the quietly descending night sky.

As the Azure Lotus Sword was wielded, fine and dazzling stardust swirled around its blade, flowing and leaping with the sword light.

In that instant!
The Azure Lotus Sword's ultimate sharpness was unleashed to its peak!

His Dazhui sword-like bone emanated a sharp sword light!

The sword swept across, seemingly cleaving space in two.

"Behold this sword!"

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

Faced with this stunning sword strike.

Chen Xin still shook his head in denial.

“Drawing upon the power of celestial bodies, it seems to have reached the threshold of the third realm, ‘Slaying the Night.’”

"In reality, the foundation is weak and unsustainable, like building a castle in the air, and it has already gone astray."

The heart, no longer content, waits in vain.

He raised the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.

A sword pierced into that swaying galaxy.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling clash of lights.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

then.

Behold the dazzling light of the Yao Guang sword.

Start from the point where the sword tip makes contact.

It created circles of silent ripples.

Where the ripples passed.

The starlight quickly dimmed, went out, and dissipated...

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