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

Chapter 78 Black silk flutters slightly, jade-like face blushes with rosy clouds! The third form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song - Wind Without Form (Thanks to Alliance Leader K)
A thousand feet of snowflakes gracefully fell into the eye of the storm.

The lightsaber drew a holy arc of light, like the first rays of dawn.

Li Zhexian's smile deepened.

The sword's momentum suddenly changed, its sharpness completely concealed, transforming into a gentle breeze that caressed the fingers.

Ding--

The tips of the two swords touched lightly, producing a clear, melodious sound like jade chimes.

The wind, like blue silk, wraps around the sword of light; the holy radiance, like gold, reflects the traces of the wind.

The shimmering blue-gold light danced together in an instant, weaving a dazzling ribbon in the mountain hollow.

Two people dancing together!

Li Bai's movements were fluid and graceful, like flowing wind and swirling snow.

Wherever his sword pointed, the wind condensed into ribbons, fluttering and dancing around him and Qian Renxue.

His eyes were covered with black silk.

My mind and spirit have merged with the rhythm of the wind.

The feeling of "unrestrained and carefree" is perfectly integrated and transparent during the dance.

Li Zhexian grabbed You Lingfengcui with his left hand and took a bite.

A refreshing, cool spiritual energy emanated from his body.

Her clothes billowed, as if she wanted to ride the wind and fly away.

"Qian Renxue, catch!"

He tossed it casually.

The jade pot traces an arc, falling straight down like snow from a thousand fathoms high.

Qian Renxue's eyes flickered, her light sword in hand never stopping, and with a light touch, she caught it steadily.

She tilted her fair, swan-like neck back, and the fine wine flowed into her red lips.

In an instant.

Her blonde hair flew in the wind, and her skirt fluttered in the breeze.

Feathers, formed from the power of light, drifted down from her body.

And the next second.

These luminous feathers were then swept up by Li Zhexian's wind.

Along with the wind-blown silk ribbons, they swirled around the two of them.

This scene.

It was truly beautiful, like a dream.

The two exchanged a knowing smile, but their swordplay suddenly became even faster.

The wind and light danced together in a tender embrace.

Sometimes it soars upwards, like the harmonious song of phoenixes;
Sometimes it lingers softly and melodiously, like twin flowers blooming on one stem.

The fierce winds transformed into gentle breezes, and the raging winds became soft whispers, making the sword dance in the eye of the wind even more ethereal and enchanting.

At the height of their dance, their hearts were in perfect harmony.

Li Zhexian spun around and drew a circle.

Qian Renxue's lightsaber followed her like a shadow.

Both swords struck the same spot simultaneously.

Zheng——!
A clear, heavenly sound.

In an instant, all was silent.

The hem of her garment froze, the breeze seemed to stand still.

The two figures gracefully leaned against each other, their sword tips gently touching.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, fluttered his black silk robes, his snow-white face tinged with the glow of dawn.

Their swords clashed!
Like the dawn breaking!

Li Bai's heart lake is as clear as a mirror!
The Sword of Wind's Will, now complete!
"The sword has no fixed form, and the wind has no inherent shape..."

Li Zhexian suddenly spun and drew his Azure Lotus Sword, which was pressed against the light sword.

Their movements were as ethereal as the wind brushing against the willow branches.

A streak of cyan sword energy detached from the Azure Lotus Sword.

It silently blends into the mountain breeze.

It meanders and drifts with the wind, brushing against the rugged rock walls.

Silently, a sword mark quietly appeared on the cliff face.

The sword mark is smooth and natural.

Like vines climbing and creeping, like streams flowing through cracks.

It perfectly matches the texture of the rocks, extending the original trajectory of the wind.

Qian Renxue gazed at the sword mark, her eyes sparkling with a strange light.

This sword strike is unrestrained and formless, having reached perfection and merged with nature.

Li Zhexian sheathed his sword and stood there, his eyes, hidden beneath the black silk, were no longer merely concealed.

Seventy-two wisps of air flowed into his ears, and the world became incredibly clear in his perception.

A gentle mountain breeze caressed the area.

It seems to be congratulating the birth of a new sword.

Li Zhexian raised his hand, and a gust of wind obediently wrapped around his fingers and palm.

"The third form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song—Wind Without Form—is complete."

She moved lightly, like a snow lotus rising from a thousand fathoms.

She handed the Lingfeng Cui back to Li Zhexian, a beautiful smile spreading across her lips.

"Congratulations, you've finally succeeded in this sword strike."

Above the mountain valley.

Startled awake, Feng Bailong sensed the sword mark of Li Zhexian that was perfectly integrated with the wind, and a look of deep shock appeared on his weathered face.

He had been listening to rumors and whispers for years.

He boasted that he had tempered his mind to the point of being as still as a deep well.

But Li Zhexian horrified him.

It's only been a few days?

This child has actually grasped the sword intent of wind?!
"Such talent in swordsmanship..."

"Truly terrifying!"

The next morning.

The Wind Sword Sect disciples, who were practicing their morning rituals, quickly noticed something: Li Zhexian had not gone to the Wind Eye Forbidden Area today.

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

I already had a vague idea in my mind.

However, due to Feng's silence and presence, no one dared to make any further comments.

The disciples exchanged glances, and finally pushed one forward, asking Feng Buyu, who was practicing swordsmanship:

"Silent Senior Brother..."

Why didn't Li Zhexian go to the eye of the storm today?

"Ok?"

The wind rises silently.

Looking towards the path leading to Li Zhexian's residence.

Sure enough, the figure that always appeared every morning was nowhere to be seen.

He frowned.

Recalling yesterday when I went to the eye of the storm to listen to the wind, the excruciating pain felt like my bones were being torn apart, my body still trembles at the thought.

Li Zhexian had been enduring this for several days, from morning till night.

"Brother Immortal has probably reached his limit..."

Feng Buyu glanced at the disciples around him and said in a deep voice:

"If we were even a tenth as diligent as Brother Zhe Xian, our swordsmanship would surely improve by three-tenths!"

"Mind your own business and hurry up and practice your sword!"

The words fell.

One of the disciples suddenly pointed to the end of the winding bluestone path.

"Brother Buyu, it is Li Zhexian!"

Feng Buyu and the others quickly looked in that direction.

really.

At the end of the path.

A young man in white and a stunningly beautiful young woman walked side by side.

I practiced swordsmanship until dawn last night.

Therefore, Li Zhexian got up a little late today.

Instead of going to the forbidden area of ​​the eye of the wind, he and Qian Renxue went straight to the Wind-Eroded Sword Stele Forest.

Feng Buyu led his disciples to greet them.

He looked Li Zhexian up and down, and couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Immortal, you...aren't you going to the eye of the storm today?"

Li Zhexian smiled and shook his head:

"not going."

"As expected... even the Immortal Brother..."

Feng Buyu sighed inwardly, once again despairing at the difficulty of comprehending the sword through the eye of the wind, and spoke aloud to comfort him:

"Brother Immortal, there's no need for you to take it to heart."

"Comprehending the sword through the eye of the storm is not something that can be achieved overnight."

"Your ability to work day and night for several days is already extremely impressive."

"If I stay at the Wind Sword Sect for a while longer, I will surely be able to achieve my goal and comprehend the sword intent of wind."

Li Zhexian smiled but said nothing more.

He looked up at the wind-eroded rock pillar in front of him, which was over twenty meters high and required several people to encircle it, and asked:
"Brother Buyu, you once said that these rock pillars could be used to test the power of sword techniques?"

Feng Buyu was slightly taken aback.

"That's true, but..."

"These wind-eroded rock pillars are made of special materials and have been tempered by strong winds over the years."

"I am most accurate at sensing the power of wind-attribute sword techniques."

“Brother Immortal, you…”

Li Zhexian's eyes lit up.

"That's just right!"

"I was just about to try out... the wind sword technique I learned last night."

This statement came out.

Feng Buyu and his disciples stared wide-eyed.

The Wind Sword Technique I just mastered last night?!

This...this...could it be that Li Zhexian's Wind Sword Intent...has succeeded?!

Feng Buyu felt his tongue stiffen and his voice changed.

"Brother Immortal, you...you've mastered swordsmanship?!"

Li Zhexian nodded with a smile.

The entire forest of wind-eroded sword-shaped steles is so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Incredulous gazes were fixed on Li Zhexian.

This news swept through the entire Wind Sword Sect.

Three hundred disciples and a dozen elders all flocked to the Wind-Eroded Sword Stele Forest.

At this time.

A gentle breeze suddenly swept by.

With a mysterious and clear chime, Feng Bailong, dressed in a gray robe, also arrived gracefully.

"See the sect master!"

The wind gently blew the white dragon robe.

A gentle breeze lifted everyone up.

He looked at Li Zhexian through his black-bound eyes, a smile appearing on his face.

"Congratulations to my young friend, the banished immortal, on achieving mastery of your sword intent."

"I'll be watching closely to see your newly mastered swordsmanship..."

"How sharp is its edge?"

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