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

Chapter 68 Using the Wind to Comprehend the Sword! This Way of Sword is Nothing More Than a Spring Breeze Cutting Leaves (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Li Zhexian stepped onto the arena.

The arena was silent; no one uttered a word of mockery.

Those who still dare to step onto the stage after Feng Xiaotian displayed his formidable strength are no ordinary people.

There were no pre-battle pleasantries.

Feng Xiaotian suddenly attacked.

Four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—dazzled beneath his feet, and the second and fourth spirit rings lit up one after another.

"Second Soul Skill - Twin Wolves Possession!"

"Fourth Soul Skill - Demon Wolf Storm!"

He clearly didn't want to delay, and his move was a thunderous killing blow.

Behind him, the phantom of a two-headed swift wolf roared, its soul power surging.

He darted out like lightning, and with a swift wave of his hands, six cyan wind blades shot out, sealing off all of Li Zhexian's escape routes.

Where the wind blades passed, the air hissed and shrieked, leaving deep marks on the arena floor.

Under countless tense gazes.

No action was observed from Li Zhexian.

Suddenly, sword energy surged across the arena!
A white shadow flickered, and a clear, cold sword wave rippled outwards!
Feng Xiaotian's incomparably sharp wind blades melted away like ice and snow, crumbling inch by inch!

Wait for the dust to settle.

The white-clad youth holding the sword stood still, not even his casually tied sideburns fluttering.

The students in the audience were stunned.

White robes, a long sword, such powerful sword techniques... a name instantly came to mind.

"Sword Wine! It's Sword Wine!"

"Good heavens! He's really here!"

"His Highness the Crown Prince's friend is actually that Sword Wine!"

The seven students from Blazing Fire Academy were also dumbfounded.

Huo Wu's bright and pretty face flushed with embarrassment and anger, and she almost crushed the railing in her hand.

"Yesterday I asked him if the sword wine was as powerful as the storyteller described, and he nodded so readily!"

So...so...he's praising himself!

Huo Wushuang gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"But what he said..."

"But it's true."

"The sword and wine described by the storyteller are probably not as good as the man himself."

"What a sharp sword!"

Hu Yanli was shocked and speechless, turning his head to look at the Royal Fighting Team.

"Captain Yu Tianheng, is this the Sword Wine who pinned you to the wall with a single sword strike?"

Yu Tianheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he coldly snorted:
"Even if you sent your diamond mammoth, the outcome might not be any better than mine."

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of doubt in each other's eyes.

Based on their understanding of Li Zhexian.

Li Zhexian is acting somewhat strangely today.

He did not launch a preemptive attack.

It's as if they're... deliberately waiting for something.
really.

Li Zhexian calmly said:

"Use your Thirty-Six Gale Slashes."

"Otherwise, you won't have a chance to make a move."

The chilling aftershocks of the sword energy stung his skin, and Feng Xiaotian's heart was filled with seriousness.

powerful!
too strong!
The pressure he felt from the white-clad youth opposite him was unprecedented!

A fierce fighting spirit ignited in Feng Xiaotian's eyes.

He cracked the ground with one step.

The second and third spirit rings shone brightly.

A pair of large wings woven from the gale unfolded from behind.

"Third Soul Skill - Gale Wings!"

"Second Soul Skill - Twin Wolves Possession!"

Under countless horrified gazes, Feng Xiaotian flapped his wings angrily.

A fierce gust of air whipped up clouds of dust, trailing long, blue flames as it hurtled toward Li Zhexian at an alarming speed.

He raised the pair of wolf claw-like blades on the back of his hand and slashed them down at Li Zhexian's head.

"Thirty-Six Slashes of Gale!"

Li Zhexian raised his wrist, casually parrying with his Azure Lotus Sword.

clang--! ! !
The sound of metal clashing against metal exploded out.

A visible shockwave swept outwards from the point of impact between the swords.

Li Zhexian, who possessed the Frost Melting Spirit Vein Body, already had a physical body comparable to a Soul Master when he was a Great Soul Master.

Therefore, he received this fierce and unparalleled strike with ease.

In contrast, Feng Xiaotian...

He felt a strange force, a blend of sharp sword energy and ice and fire, surging into the wolf's claws.

A tearing, excruciating pain shot through my right arm instantly!

What alarmed him even more was the opponent's incredible physical strength.

The force of the recoil sent him tumbling through the air several times before he landed, staggering back a few steps before regaining his balance.

The other person only swayed slightly.

This scene left the entire audience completely silent.

The seven members of Blazing Fire swallowed hard.

The burly men of the Elephant Armor Team watched with their eyes bulging.

Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others also looked completely stunned.

They only knew that Li Zhexian's sword was sharp, but they did not know that his physical body was also so powerful.

In the guest seats.

Dugu Bocang narrowed his eyes.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

"The immortal is using the momentum of his opponent's swift blade to hone his own sword!"

A strange light flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes, and he quickly focused his gaze on the arena.

Feng Xiaotian's attack was thwarted.

The offensive only intensified.

The Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of Gale transformed into a blue hurricane that swept across the entire arena.

The sword strikes were layered upon layered, like raging waves, each strike stronger than the last.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, is like a small boat adrift in a raging storm.

however.

Every time he drew his sword.

They all calmly parried the powerful blade energy.

His eyes were sometimes dreamy, sometimes gleaming.

The Azure Lotus Sword in his hand also changed its moves constantly.

"No! No!"

"The sword's momentum is like the wind... and also like the surging tide..."

Li Zhexian parried with his sword in one hand, muttering like a madman, while his other hand pulled out a wine flask and tilted his head back to drink it.

The spilled wine and the sword light reflected the trajectory of the wind blades, adding a touch of wildness and unruliness.

In this state, Li Bai was easily intoxicated.

His eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and his swordplay was entirely driven by instinct.

The sword moves with the body, and the body moves with the wind, drawing a series of perfectly natural trajectories.

"Still not right!"

"Wind is not an obstacle...the sword should rise with the wind..."

Watching the white-clad youth drinking freely amidst the raging winds of blades.

Feng Xiaotian was filled with turbulent emotions.

The opponent actually used his Thirty-Six Gale Slashes to hone his sword skills.

He was filled with shock and anger, and wanted to withdraw from the battle.

But he was surprised to find that every storm he unleashed had merged with the rhythm of his opponent's sword strikes.

And right now.

Excited, drunken chanting reached Feng Xiaotian's ears:
"The wind erodes iron armor, the gentle breeze opens up the second month... This kind of swordsmanship is nothing more than the spring breeze cutting leaves!"

The words fell.

When Li Zhexian parried the sword.

Feng Xiaotian felt a gentle yet resilient breeze swirling around the tip of the opponent's sword.

A terrifying glint suddenly flashed in Li Zhexian's eyes.

He ignored Feng Xiaotian completely, his white robes fluttering as he moved with lightning speed.

They hurriedly sped off towards the edge of the arena.

He wants to comprehend the sword!

He had to seize that fleeting moment of inspiration!

"Sword Wine! Where are you going?!"

Yu Tianheng suddenly shouted:
"Feng Xiaotian is not defeated yet! If you step down, you will have lost!"

Li Zhexian didn't even turn his head.

call out--

call out--

A sword aura shot skyward from the Dazhui point!

Two Azure Lotus Swords, each carrying a distinctly different sword intent, swept out!

Just as his figure was about to disappear from the arena.

Two green lotus swords pierced through the clothes under Feng Xiaotian's arms.

With immense force, it pinned him to the high wall at the edge of the arena.

So far...

The outcome has been decided.

I watched the direction in which the white figure disappeared in a hurry.

The arena was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; it was deathly silent.

Only Yu Tianheng.

Looking at Feng Xiaotian pinned to the wall, he tried his best to suppress the wildly upturned corners of his mouth.

well!

Everyone has to be nailed by the sword and wine!

This is only fair!

(End of this chapter)