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

Chapter 74 Feng Bailong's Swordsmanship Skills: Li Zhexian Leaps Off the Cliff (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
The gaunt figure's voice was hoarse and grating.

however.

But it stirred up a huge wave in Li Zhexian's heart.

His duel with Chen Xin was half a month ago.

This white dragon...

He could even sense traces of his past sword duel with Chen Xin?

Feng Buyu, who was standing to the side, also looked at Li Zhexian in utter shock.

To debate swordsmanship with a heart clouded by worldly desires?!

Although he once said he had never seen the charm of Chen Xin.

But in his heart, even the sect leader who was invincible in swordsmanship was defeated by Chen Xin, and to this day he has not drawn his sword.

This shows how prestigious the title of "Number One Swordsman of Dust Heart" truly is!
And Li Zhexian was actually able to discuss swordsmanship with Chenxin?!
This level of achievement has left his peers far behind.

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes slightly.

She turned her head, her gaze lingering on Li Zhexian.

When did this happen?

Was Li Zhexian ever injured?
If I hadn't known that Li Bai disliked constraints...

She had already secretly sent a serpent spear to guard him.

"Senior has good eyesight."

Li Zhexian bowed.

This bow was made out of heartfelt respect.

"eyesight?"

"You can't tell just by looking at them."

While talking.

Without a sound, the white dragon rose.

The figure, which had been sitting cross-legged, turned around silently, like a willow in the wind.

Li Zhexian was finally able to see the face of the Wind Sword Sect Master clearly.

He was around forty years old.

His former handsome features are still faintly visible.

His disheveled hair, a mix of black and white, contrasted sharply with the faded gray linen robe he wore, giving him a weathered look.

A black silk cloth was wrapped around his eyes.

Li Zhexian saw it clearly.

Feng Bailong's black silk had absolutely no mesh.

"The banished immortal greets Senior Feng Bailong."

"What a sharp sword!"

"What a perfect natural sword bone!"
"When I listened carefully, I felt a faint stinging pain in my ear!"

Feng Bailong listened intently, and a smile appeared on his face.

Perhaps because he hadn't shown his emotions for so long, his smile was somewhat stiff.

"I thought that among all the sword cultivators in the world, I was the only one who could follow in Chen Xin's footsteps!"

"Having heard of your exceptional swordsmanship today, I realize that the younger generation surpasses the older, and your talent is even more outstanding than that of the past!"

"Good! Good!"

The wind has fallen silent, and people are already numb.

Since he had met Sect Master Feng Bailong, when had he ever seen him so out of control?
Brother Zhe Xian's talent in swordsmanship has reached such a high level.
A faint smile appeared on Qian Renxue's lips.

It sounds nice, I love to hear it, please say more.

Hearing others praise Li Bai is more pleasing to the ear than praising her.

Feng Bailong waved his sleeve.

A gust of wind rises from the ground, sweeping away the floating dust.

An ancient-style prayer mat quietly appeared opposite Li Zhexian.

"My dear friend, as the sun sets and a gentle breeze blows, I am delighted to welcome you."

"How about we have a duel today, you and I?"

Li Zhexian sat gracefully on the futon.

"I can't ask for it!"

Knowing that outsiders should not be present when discussing the Dao, Feng Buyu immediately bowed and took his leave.

Qian Renxue, however, was somewhat uneasy, her gaze lingering on Li Zhexian.

Feng Bailong's ears twitched slightly, and he laughed:

"If your friend, the young immortal, is unwilling to leave, he may wait in the pavilion not far away, where he can also enjoy the view."

Qian Renxue glanced at Li Zhexian before gracefully drifting towards the pavilion.

When there is no one else around.

The setting sun casts a golden glow, its rays like brocade.

It was draped over Li Zhexian and Feng Bailong, who were sitting opposite each other.

Feng Bailong spoke, his voice not hoarse at all, but as distant and melodious as the wind.

“My dear friend, the banished immortal…”

"There are ten thousand kinds of martial spirits in the world, and there are ten thousand kinds of swordsmanship."

"I will not presume to say who is stronger or weaker; ultimately, it depends on the one wielding the sword."

"I will speak presumptuously for the time being..."

"Chen Xin is just too stubborn."

"He firmly believed that the method of breaking all laws with one sword was unparalleled in the world." "Little did he know that all sword techniques can reveal the scenery of the pinnacle."

"Of course, if he weren't so stubborn, his Seven Kill Sword wouldn't be so powerful."

Li Zhexian nodded:
"I agree."

"Ha ha……"

Feng Bailong chuckled softly.

"That's a bit off-topic."

"I hear that my friend, the banished immortal, is surrounded by a swirling breeze."

"The wind passed by you, lingered for three breaths, but ultimately did not stop."

"It seems that you've encountered some difficulties in your swordsmanship here?"

"How about I tell you about my understanding of the way of the sword?"

Li Zhexian's expression turned solemn, and he listened intently.

Feng Bailong flicked his wrist.

An invisible force pulls them together.

A fallen leaf drifted down and landed between his fingers.

With a flick of his finger, he plucked a leaf like a sword, producing a sharp whistling sound.

"Beautiful...it's truly beautiful..."

A look of ecstasy appeared on Feng Bailong's face.

"The black silk that I wear around my eyes is called 'Wind-Binding Veil.' Its purpose is not just to block out the light, but to filter out the wind."

"The mountain air currents pass through this plain silk gauze, and are broken into seventy-two strands before they can enter my ear."

"At first, all that could be heard was a cacophony of sounds from heaven and earth..."

"The crevices in the rock wall groan, that is the 'earth wind'; the disciple swings his sword to cut through the air, that is the 'human wind'."

Say it.

Feng Bailong finally drew his sword.

The sword was indeed in its sheath.

Li Zhexian saw this with surprise and doubt...

A layer of emerald green moss had grown at the junction of the scabbard and the hilt.

Is it because it hasn't been drawn for too long?
How could a sword formed from a martial spirit grow moss?

Feng Bailong placed the sheathed longsword to his ear and slowly asked:
"Young immortal friend, can you hear the hum of my sword?"

Li Zhexian listened intently, then hesitated and shook his head after a moment.

"But I heard it."

A smile reappeared on Feng Bailong's weathered face.

"My sword is vibrating along with the mountain wind."

“Young immortal friend, behold…”

Li Zhexian followed the withered finger of Feng Bailong and looked in that direction.

Not far away, a wind-eroded rock stood.

He looked puzzled.

Feng Bailong's voice was as gentle as the wind.

"The holes in the wind-eroded rock are like sword sheaths sculpted by heaven and earth."

“Young immortal friend, please speak…”

"What is the sword in its sheath?"

Li Zhexian gazed at the wind passing through the holes in the rock.

"It's the wind."

"Not bad!"

Feng Bailong waved his sleeve.

A gust of wind suddenly rushed into the holes in the wind-eroded rock.

As the wind passed through the openings, Li Zhexian saw that the invisible wind had been given a tangible sharpness, instantly piercing through the layers of mist illuminated by the setting sun, creating countless transparent holes.

“My dear friend, the banished immortal…”

“Every trace of wind erosion is the way heaven and earth correct the deviation of the sword's cry.”

"The wind blows across the smooth stone wall, leaving only a roar, but it also forms a natural sword formation by passing through the rock pillars riddled with holes."

"All of this is what I have heard..."

"True 'listening to the sword' means using the heart as the ear."

"The hum of the sword is the unformed sword intent in your heart."

"The echo that is stirred up by the wind on external objects."

"I have a place that can help you... hear the sound of swords."

In the pavilion.

Qian Renxue's gaze never left Li Zhexian.

however.

next moment.

She saw Feng Bailong suddenly make a move.

He grabbed Li Zhexian's wrist and dragged him off a precipice.

Qian Renxue's beautiful face instantly lost all color, and six dazzling wings of light suddenly unfolded behind her.

Like a fleeting glimpse of a swan, it followed closely behind, plummeting downwards!

(End of this chapter)