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

The energy of the millennium soul ring is condensed and pure, without any impurities, perfectly matching his needs.

Xie Yunliu sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

He adjusted his breathing, circulated his soul power, and prepared to absorb the soul ring.

He didn't rush to absorb it, but first placed the Drunken Flowing Clouds wine pot beside him, savoring the aroma of the wine...

It lingered around him, nourishing his soul and body, paving the way for him to absorb the soul ring.

He knew that even with his special physique, there would still be some risks involved in absorbing a thousand-year-old soul ring that was above his level.

But he was fearless.

For the ultimate swordsmanship, for greater power, for the chance to one day personally crush Blue Lightning...

To wash away today's humiliation, this risk is not worth mentioning.

"Ji Juechen can forge his own path of swordsmanship through pure amplification."

"I, Xie Yunliu, can also forge my own path of the Drunken Sword with the soul ring of this Thousand-Year Shadow Blade Leopard."

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

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly reached out and guided the purple millennium soul ring closer to his body.

The spirit ring slowly merged into his body, and the rich spirit power surged into his limbs and bones like a tide.

The absorption of a soul ring, crucial to his path in swordsmanship, has officially begun.

Unbeknownst to him, while he was hunting the Shadow Blade Leopard, Ning Rongrong was searching for him everywhere in the Heavenly Battle Arena.

Upon learning that he had left the Soul Arena, Ning Rongrong was filled with disappointment, but she still did not give up and asked Zhang, the bodyguard, to continue to investigate his whereabouts.

In the VIP section, Qian Renxue learned that Xie Yunliu had left the Soul Arena and his whereabouts were unknown. A hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

However, this only strengthened his resolve to win him over, and he ordered his men to speed up the investigation and find Xie Yunliu's whereabouts.

In the Star Dou Great Forest, sunlight dappled through the trees, and the aroma of wine mingled with the aura of soul power.

Xie Yunliu sat cross-legged, his purple soul rings slowly rotating around him.

His path of swordsmanship and his path of soul rings will both begin a new chapter at this moment.

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The outer edge of the Starry Sky Forest is quiet.

Xie Yunliu sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint aroma of wine and the aura of soul power.

The purple millennium soul ring slowly merged into his body, and soul power, like a tide, spread throughout his limbs and bones.

This is the soul ring of a Shadow Blade Leopard from 1200 years ago; its energy is condensed, yet not violent.

It suits his physique of combining sword and wine, and also suits his need to only seek enhancement and not to be greedy for active soul skills.

The absorption process went more smoothly than expected.

The Drunken Flowing Clouds wine pot sat quietly beside him, its wine continuously nourishing his soul and suppressing the violent energy hidden within his soul ring, allowing him to calmly refine every strand of soul power.

Xie Yunliu closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

He could clearly feel that the Shadow Blade Leopard's soul ring energy was gradually merging with the sword intent of the Ink Shadow Sword, resonating with his body.

There was no fancy active soul skill awakening, only a pure and condensed power that permeated his bones, meridians, and soul.

This force, like spring rain nourishing all things, silently transformed his body.

Speed, attack power, and armor penetration are increasing at a visible rate.

At the same time, the sword intent of the Ink Shadow Sword, nourished by the energy of the Soul Ring, became more sharp and refined, and the penetrating power of the sword energy was greatly enhanced.

This is exactly the kind of increase he wanted.

It wasn't ridiculously strong, but it precisely matched the level of the thousand-year soul ring, just enough to elevate his current combat power to a new level.

It can overwhelm ordinary level 20+ Soul Masters and can also directly contend with level 30+ Soul Venerables, yet it will not disrupt the current balance of power due to excessive amplification.

Half an hour later, the purple soul ring completely merged into Xie Yunliu's body.

The fluctuations of his soul power quietly increased, steadily breaking through from a level 20 Great Soul Master to level 21.

The spirit rings slowly rotated around him, their pale purple aura contrasting sharply with his green robe, the wine gourd at his waist, and the ink-shadow sword at his side.

Xie Yunliu slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of sword light appeared in his eyes, carrying both a sharp edge and a sense of composure.

He raised his hand, feeling the power surging within him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The increase far exceeded expectations, yet it was just right.

In terms of speed, it has increased threefold compared to before.

Even without the boost from alcohol, his speed is comparable to that of an ordinary level 30 Soul Master.

Attack power and armor penetration have each increased by 2.5 times.

The Ink Shadow Sword can easily tear through the defenses of ordinary Soul Masters without requiring deliberate effort, and its sword energy can also penetrate low-level Soul Power barriers.

More importantly, the sword intent and sword energy have also been slightly amplified, becoming more refined and sharp. Even just a casual wisp of sword intent can instill fear in ordinary soul masters.

There are no active soul skills, only purely passive amplification.

Just as he wished, just as Ji Juechen's path of swordsmanship.

Nourish the sword with soul rings, and prove the Dao with the sword.

"very good."

Xie Yunliu murmured to himself, raised his hand and summoned the Ink Shadow Sword at the side of his clothes, which instantly rose into the air and hovered in front of him.

The jet-black sword, illuminated by the light and shadow in the forest, gleamed with a faint, inky sheen, and a wisp of purple soul ring energy lingered around its blade.

He tried to circulate the soul power within his body, infusing the sword intent and the wine intent into the Ink Shadow Sword.

The Ink Shadow Sword trembled slightly, emitting a crisp sword sound, and a faint sword aura emanated from its body, spreading out like ripples.

"Sword control".

Xie Yunliu's mind stirred, and with a slight thought, the Ink Shadow Sword slowly descended and landed steadily at his feet.

He stood up gently, stepped onto the Ink Shadow Sword, his figure swayed slightly, but he quickly regained his balance.

This was his first time trying to fly on a sword.

Thanks to the speed boost from the Thousand-Year Shadow Blade Leopard Soul Ring and his profound understanding of sword intent, he appeared remarkably composed even on his first attempt.

He took a deep breath, his soul power slowly circulating, the effects of the wine and the sword intent intertwining and flowing into the Ink Shadow Sword.

The Ink Shadow Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, and slowly rose into the air, carrying his figure.

The height wasn't too high, only a few feet above the ground, but it was enough for him to see the surrounding forest scenery clearly.

The Ink Shadow Sword beneath his feet moved steadily and nimbly, like an extension of his body.

With a thought, the Ink Shadow Sword carried him through the forest.

The speed increased, the wind whistled in our ears, and the trees in the forest rushed past us.

The increased speed was fully demonstrated when flying on a sword.

Even at full speed, the Ink Shadow Sword remained stable without the slightest turbulence.

Xie Yunliu stood on the sword, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, the Drunken Flowing Clouds wine gourd at his waist swaying gently.

The aroma of wine wafted in the wind, and coupled with the faint sword aura surrounding him, he resembled a sword immortal descended from the heavens, aloof and proud.

As he flew on his sword, he familiarized himself with the amplification provided by the spirit ring and the feel of flying.

Under his control, the Ink Shadow Sword sometimes darted swiftly, sometimes circled slowly, sometimes suddenly accelerated, and sometimes abruptly stopped.

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