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

Blue Lightning Dragon Domain, South Gate.

The sandstorm swept by.

He kicked up the dust on the ground and splashed it on his face.

Xie Yunliu stepped out of the city gate.

His blue robe fluttered in the wind.

Behind them stood the majestic walls of the Dragon Domain City.

With its blue bricks and gray tiles, it exudes a magnificent aura.

That was the place he had stayed for three years.

There have been moments of glory, moments of ridicule, and moments of forbearance.

From now on, I have no more worries.

He didn't turn around.

There's no need to look back.

In his left hand, the Ink Shadow Sword hung silently beside him.

The jet-black blade gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

The sword was not yet drawn, but it already exuded a chilling sharpness.

With his right hand, his fingertips gently rested on the Drunken Flowing Clouds wine pot at his waist.

The pot was warm, and a faint aroma of wine lingered around my nose.

The soul power within his body was still surging slightly.

The frenzy that started at level 10 and surged to level 20 gradually stabilized.

The power of the resonance between the twin martial souls flowed slowly through his limbs and bones.

That feeling of breaking free from constraints and feeling completely refreshed was unprecedented.

He finally understood.

It's not that I'm unable to absorb spirit rings.

Rather, it is the shackles of twin martial souls that require the power of the Drunken Flowing Clouds Wine Pot to break.

Now that the shackles are broken, sword and wine blend together and thrive.

Let alone ten-year or hundred-year soul rings, he can easily absorb even thousand-year soul rings.

Keep moving forward.

Xie Yunliu walked towards Tiandou City.

The road ahead is uncertain, yet full of hope.

His first stop was the Heaven Dou City Great Soul Arena.

That was where he began to make a name for himself.

It was he who made the entire Douluo Continent remember the name "Drunken Swordsman".

They had only walked less than three miles.

I heard a jumble of footsteps behind me.

And then came the harsh, mocking sounds, carried by the wind.

"Xie Yunliu! Stop right there!"

"A piece of trash who can't even absorb a ten-year spirit ring dares to leave so casually?"

"Stop him! We're going to teach him a lesson today and vent our anger!"

Xie Yunliu paused slightly.

He slowly turned around.

Four teenagers dressed in the Blue Lightning Clan's attire were seen quickly chasing after them.

They all had fierce expressions and unfriendly eyes.

The boy in the lead was tall and had a faint scar on his face.

He is Zhao Hu, an outer disciple of the Blue Lightning Clan.

His soul power is around level seventeen, which is considered quite talented among his peers.

The four quickly caught up and surrounded Xie Yunliu.

Their soul power surged, and their first soul rings lit up one after another.

The pale yellow spirit rings were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

A sense of oppression, not too strong but arrogant enough, swept towards Xie Yunliu.

"What? You're not running anymore?"

Zhao Hu crossed his arms and looked down at Xie Yunliu, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Weren't you quite arrogant at the training ground just now? You even dared to say that we couldn't afford to associate with you?"

"I think you've lost your mind! A piece of trash who was just expelled from the family, dares to say such things?"

A tall, thin boy standing nearby chimed in.

"Tiger is right! He's a complete waste! He can't even absorb a ten-year spirit ring; he'll be a level ten spirit master for life!"

"Just now in the training ground, I don't know what kind of unorthodox method I used, but I frightened those two guards."

"Today we'll cripple him and show him that without Blue Lightning, he's nothing!"

Another round-faced boy rubbed his hands together, his eyes fierce.

"Crush his martial spirit! Turn him into an ordinary person, let's see how arrogant he can be then!"

"He dares to act recklessly in Blue Lightning, and dares to anger Miss Yu Liuli; he's dead meat!"

Xie Yunliu watched them quietly.

His gaze remained calm.

There was no anger, no impatience.

It's like watching four clowns jumping around.

His soul power had been completely stabilized at the level of a level 20 Great Soul Master.

The twin martial souls resonate, and the sword intent and the wine intent nourish each other.

Not to mention these four Soul Masters around level seventeen, he could easily crush even a level twenty Great Soul Master.

"roll."

Xie Yunliu uttered only one word.

The voice was not loud, but it carried an invisible sword intent.

Like a cold wind in the dead of winter, it instantly made the four boys freeze.

Zhao Hu's face darkened.

"Useless trash! Still dare to talk back!"

"Get him! Cripple him!"

"First Soul Skill - Fierce Tiger Claw!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhao Hu made the first move.

His right hand instantly grew thicker and was covered with a faint layer of yellow soul power.

With fingertips as sharp as claws, accompanied by a whistling sound, it viciously grabbed at Xie Yunliu's chest.

The other three teenagers also activated their soul skills at the same time.

"First Soul Skill: Gale Fist"

"First Soul Skill: Stone Skin Technique"

"First Soul Skill: Entangling Silk Leg".

Four soul skills were simultaneously unleashed at Xie Yunliu.

Dust flew everywhere, and the wind howled.

They showed no mercy, clearly intending to cripple Xie Yunliu completely.

Xie Yunliu's eyes turned cold.

There was no attempt to dodge.

There were no extra movements.

He simply raised his hand and gently grasped the hilt of the Ink Shadow Sword at his waist.

Clang!

A clear, crisp sword cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The Ink Shadow Sword was drawn.

A jet-black sword light flashed by in an instant, like a shooting star chasing the moon.

It was so fast that the four teenagers didn't even have time to react.

At the same time, he gently raised his right hand, causing the Drunken Flowing Clouds wine pot to tilt slightly.

A drop of pale golden wine dripped from the spout and landed on the sword blade.

"Buzz!"

The Ink Shadow Sword trembled slightly.

The sword light surged, and a strong aroma of alcohol, accompanied by a sharp sword intent, instantly spread out.

"Drunken Sword First Form: Drunken Shadow Slash"

Xie Yunliu spoke softly.

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power.

This is not his soul skill.

Rather, it was his application of swordsmanship.

It belongs to a type of self-created sword technique.

For the past three years, he has been unable to absorb soul rings to acquire soul skills.

Naturally, they continuously research and create their own soul skills.

The voice just fell.

Sword light flashed, leaving afterimages that danced wildly.

Then, four consecutive "clangs" were heard.

A series of crisp metallic clanging sounds rang out.

The four boys felt a numbness in their wrists.

The weapon in his hand was instantly knocked away by a powerful force.

Immediately afterwards, a slight stabbing pain came from my chest.

They didn't even see Xie Yunliu's movements clearly.

His body was already flying backward uncontrollably.

"Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!"

Four muffled thuds.

Four teenagers fell heavily to the ground.

Their clothes were covered in dust, making them look disheveled.

There was a shallow sword scar on his chest.

It's not deep, but it's powerful enough.

The sword mark precisely avoided vital points, yet it still sent a chill down their spines.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Only the sound of wind and sand blowing.

Four teenagers lay on the ground, trembling.

His face was filled with terror and disbelief.

How is that possible?

A piece of trash who can't even absorb a ten-year soul ring.

How could someone possess such formidable strength?

The speed and power of that sword strike were simply beyond the capabilities of a level ten Soul Master!

Even more terrifying than a level 20 Great Soul Master!

Zhao Hu struggled to get up.

The sharp pain in his chest made him frown involuntarily.

He looked at Xie Yunliu with fear in his eyes, all traces of his previous arrogance and mockery gone.

"What...what level of cultivation have you reached?"

His voice trembled as he stammered as he asked.

Xie Yunliu did not answer him.

He slowly sheathed his sword.

The sword was sheathed without any unnecessary movement.

Calm and unhurried, free and unrestrained.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the four boys.

His tone was flat, yet it carried a chilling undertone.

"Keep pursuing it."

"kill."

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