Douluo Continent: The Sword of Wine Sweeps Across the Sky, One Sword Opens the Heavens

"Wow!"

"We won! We won! Drunken Swordsman actually won!"

"My God! A level 20 Soul Master defeated a level 31 Soul Master! An eleven-level difference! This is a miracle! Absolutely a miracle!"

"Drunken Sword Godhood! A nine-year-old genius, surpassing his level to become a Soul Slayer!"

"From this day forward, I am a fan of Drunken Sword!"

Just then, Ning Rongrong followed Zhang Huwei and hurriedly entered the Soul Arena.

As soon as I entered, I heard deafening shouts and the words "Drunken Swordsman".

She looked in the direction of the sound and her gaze fell on the third fighting arena.

There stood the familiar young man in the blue robe, his figure slender yet upright as a sword.

He held a black longsword in his hand and the familiar old wine flask hung at his waist.

His face remained calm, without the slightest hint of smugness.

Opposite him, the young man dressed in black stood there in a disheveled state, his face full of resentment.

The surrounding audience cheered for him.

"It really is him!"

"He...he really won?"

Ning Rongrong stared at Xie Yunliu on the stage, her face filled with shock, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Although she had guessed that Xie Yunliu was powerful, she never expected that he would be able to defeat a level 31 Soul Master.

Zhang, the bodyguard, stood to the side, his face also filled with shock: "Miss Rongrong, what I found out is true, he really is too powerful."

"Three battles, three consecutive victories, all against opponents of higher levels, never a single defeat."

Ning Rongrong remained silent, her gaze fixed on Xie Yunliu, her curiosity and admiration growing stronger.

This boy is like a mystery.

His origins are unknown, but he is incredibly powerful, has a calm demeanor, and carries a hint of arrogance.

She suddenly felt that this boy was more dazzling than any genius she had ever seen.

She became even more certain that her trip had not been in vain.

She wanted to stay here and continue watching his matches, to see how many more miracles this boy called "Drunken Sword" could create.

In the VIP section, Qian Renxue looked at Xie Yunliu, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, her tone full of admiration: "Excellent! What a fine Drunken Swordsman!"

"A level 20 cultivator defeating a level 31 Soul Master—this talent, this strength, is simply a once-in-a-century occurrence!"

"No matter his background, I'm going to bring him to my side!"

His guard quickly replied, "Your Highness, rest assured, I have expedited the investigation and will find out his background as soon as possible."

On the battle stage, Xie Yunliu slowly sheathed his sword and accepted the points token handed to him by the referee.

Three wins, 3 points.

His name has resounded throughout the Heavenly Battle Arena.

The name "Drunken Swordsman" is known to all.

He didn't linger; he turned and walked off the fighting arena.

As soon as I stepped off the stage, I felt a gaze fixed on me.

He looked up and met Ning Rongrong's gaze.

Xie Yunliu was slightly taken aback, then looked away and didn't pay any attention.

To him, Ning Rongrong was nothing more than a spoiled young lady he had just met by chance.

His goal is to hone his swordsmanship, find a soul ring, and make a name for himself in Douluo Continent.

As for other irrelevant people, he had no interest in them.

Little did he know that his glance made Ning Rongrong's heart beat a few beats faster for no apparent reason.

This further solidified Qian Renxue's determination to win him over, even though she was in the VIP section.

The attention surrounding him grew increasingly intense.

His path of fighting spirit has only just begun.

More formidable enemies and more challenges await him.

But he was fearless.

Sword in hand, wine at waist.

The drunken sword swept across the sky, invincible in its path.

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With three consecutive victories in the Soul Battle, the name "Drunken Swordsman" resounded throughout the Heavenly Battle Arena.

Xie Yunliu did not linger and turned to leave the Soul Arena.

His green robe fluttered in the wind, his steps were steady, and the Drunken Clouds wine pot at his waist swayed gently, the aroma of wine faint yet persistent.

As we left the arena, the noise gradually faded away.

He found a quiet street corner and stopped.

He raised his hand, opened the wine pot, and took a sip of the pale golden liquid.

The soul power within his body became increasingly refined under the nourishment of the wine.

The level 20 Great Soul Master realm has been stabilized, and there is even a faint trend of climbing upwards.

But he didn't rush to make a breakthrough.

Currently, the most pressing matter for him is to acquire his first spirit ring.

With the shackles broken after three years, he was finally able to freely absorb spirit rings. Moreover, thanks to his physique that combined sword and wine, he could absorb thousand-year spirit rings of higher levels without any pressure.

Most other people's first spirit ring takes ten or a hundred years.

There has never been a first spirit ring in a millennium.

Because the physical body cannot withstand the impact of a thousand years of soul power, it will explode and die.

In short, it all boils down to two words: fear of death.

But Xie Yunliu never intended to compromise his Moying Sword from the very beginning.

They are not afraid of death.

What he wanted was not flashy, impractical active soul skills.

Rather, it is the power to boost speed, attack power, and armor penetration to their current limits.

Even if it's just a passive boost, even if there are no active soul skills, he would be willing.

In my mind, the image of that sword-obsessed figure from the era of Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect came to mind.

Sword fanatic!

Ji Juechen!

That sword fanatic who gave up all active soul rings and soul skills, and used all soul rings to amplify sword energy, sword intent and his own combat power.

By infusing his soul into the sword and achieving oneness with it, he roamed the world with pure swordsmanship, becoming a figure feared by countless powerful individuals.

Xie Yunliu had already decided on his path.

He wanted to emulate Ji Juechen and take an unconventional path.

When choosing Soul Rings, only select those that enhance your abilities. Don't be greedy for quantity or chase after flashy ones. Each Soul Ring should serve the way of the sword and should maximize your sword skills and sword intent.

As for active soul skills, he was never worried.

With his comprehension and understanding of swordsmanship, he could create his own Drunken Sword Techniques, which would be far more in line with his own way of the Drunken Sword than the active soul skills granted by his soul rings.

"Ji Juechen was able to become a god with his pure swordsmanship, but I, Xie Yunliu, with my unity of wine and sword, may not be inferior."

Xie Yunliu murmured to himself, a determined glint in his eyes.

The sword, Mo Ying, trembled slightly against his side, as if responding to his inner thoughts.

He had already chosen his target spirit beast.

On the outskirts of the Starry Sky Forest, lives the Thousand-Year Shadow Blade Leopard.

This is an extremely rare thousand-year-old soul beast. It is incredibly fast, has explosive power, and sharp leopard claws with strong armor-piercing ability. It can easily tear through the defenses of ordinary soul masters. Its speed talent is comparable to that of the Ghost Leopard, but it has a few more fierce attack powers than the Ghost Leopard.

More importantly, the Shadow Blade Leopard's spirit rings almost never grant active spirit skills; its core power is entirely concentrated on passive amplification.

Maximizing speed, attack power, and armor penetration perfectly suits Xie Yunliu's needs.

Moreover, the Shadow Blade Leopard's spirit ring energy is highly refined and highly compatible with the attributes of the Ink Shadow Sword. After absorbing it, it can not only complete the spirit ring attachment but also further nourish the Ink Shadow Sword and enhance the sharpness of its sword intent.

Having set his goal, Xie Yunliu no longer hesitated.

He straightened his clothes, hid the Ink Shadow Sword again, and turned to walk out of Tiandou City.

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