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

Chapter 42 Azure Lotus Sword Song, Second Form – Yin-Yang Frost Sword! Tonight, the sound of boiling wine and the clash of swords will reappear.
Zhao Wuji kicked away the broken bricks and rubble.

Li Zhexian was revealed inside; he was covered in mud and appeared to have fainted.

Zhao Wuji didn't reach out to lift him up. Instead, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and his fist, as big as a sand bowl, smashed down on Li Zhexian's head without any fancy moves.

Li Zhexian suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.

He pushed off the ground with both feet and slid several meters along the ground like a fish.

boom--!
Zhao Wuji's fist landed where he had been standing.

Pebbles flew everywhere, leaving a two-foot-deep pit.

If this punch lands, Li Zhexian's head will surely shatter like a watermelon.

"Old thing..."

Li Zhexian, leaning on his Green Lotus Sword, staggered to his feet.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a look of seriousness flashing across his cold eyes.

You're oversimplifying things...

Or rather, he underestimated the heroes of the world.

His undefeated record fostered an arrogant belief that "the most outstanding figures are those of today."

And today's battle.

That arrogance was ruthlessly crushed.

I thought that after hundreds of life-and-death battles in the Arena, my combat experience was already mature.

However, when facing Zhao Wuji, he was completely suppressed.

The foundation laid by the older generation of strong individuals is truly as solid as a rock.

"Li Zhexian..."

Zhao Wuji wiped the rain off his face, a hint of appreciation appearing in his tiger-like eyes.

Put aside hostile stances.

Li Zhexian was the most outstanding young soul master he had ever seen.

Although I don't want to admit it, the Shrek Seven Devils are indeed no match for them.

However, this appreciation was fleeting, replaced by a more intense and cruel murderous intent.

"We can't let you stay any longer!"

The fourth spirit ring beneath Zhao Wuji's feet glowed with purple light.

An invisible aura locked onto Li Zhexian from afar.

"Fourth Soul Skill - Location Tracking!"

Zhao Wuji, known for his defense, suddenly unleashed a terrifying speed.

The floor tiles beneath his feet shattered with a deafening roar, and his imposing body burst through the air, instantly appearing before Li Zhexian.

"Die!"

Zhao Wuji's fist, imbued with immense force, struck Li Zhexian's chest!

Li Zhexian's expression changed drastically; he had no time to dodge!
I can only hold the sword across my chest!

boom--!
The Azure Lotus Sword was smashed into an astonishing arc, slamming heavily into Li Zhexian's chest.

"puff--!"

Another mouthful of blood gushed out, with a few drops even splattering onto Zhao Wuji's face.

The rain washed the blood droplets into winding red streaks, making his rugged face appear even more ferocious.

In contrast, consider Li Zhexian.

It was blasted dozens of meters away, crashing into several large trees before falling heavily into the mud.

"Cough...cough..."

Li Zhexian struggled to sit up.

Every breath was accompanied by a sharp, stabbing pain in my chest.

His face was deathly pale. He slowly lowered his head and saw that his sternum had collapsed by about an inch, and a strange light, a mixture of fiery red and azure blue, was faintly visible through the broken bone.

If it weren't for cultivating the Frost-Melting Spirit Vein Body...

With this one punch from Zhao Wuji, he would die.

Staring intently at the deadly figure dozens of meters away in the rainy night, Li Zhexian took out the Clear Spring Wine Pot and tilted his head back to drink it down.

The wine goes down his throat.

It transformed into a powerful torrent of energy that exploded within the body.

The severely injured body was repaired, and the depleted soul power was replenished.

Li Zhexian held a sword in his right hand and a pot in his left.

He tilted the wine jug and poured the shimmering liquid onto the Azure Lotus Sword.

The wine soaked into the sword, turning the longsword, which originally shimmered with a bluish light, into a deep crimson, like molten iron.

Twelve bright red lotus flowers bloomed, even floating on the surface of the sword.

Boiling—

buzz-

The wine boiled violently, and the sword hummed!

Tonight, amidst dire straits, the wine boils and the sword clashes once more!
Li Zhexian's hunched back straightened little by little.

His lips were stained with crimson, and his white clothes were covered in mud, making him look utterly disheveled.

But his eyes were frighteningly sharp.

"today……"

"Even if I, Li Zhexian, die, I will still tear off a piece of your flesh!"

"Second Soul Skill - Three Swords of Splendor!"

"Azure Lotus Sword Song, First Form - Yao Guang!"

Ignoring attributes.

The Yao Guang Sword is Li Zhexian's sharpest sword to date.

At this moment, they are blessed by the Three Swords' Splendor and the Boiling Wine and Sword's Cry.

This sword!
They transformed into countless cold stars scattered across the Jade Terrace!

The dark blue sky seemed to have been torn open by an invisible hand.

A ray of starlight suddenly fell, shining like stars in the inky rainy night, reflecting the falling raindrops as if billions of rays of light were interwoven.

Zhao Wuji, who was approaching, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

This strange phenomenon caused him to frown deeply.

A dull ache is coming from my arm.

This reminded him of the extraordinary nature of his move.

"A futile struggle!"

The fierce glint in Zhao Wuji's eyes intensified.

Beneath his feet, his seventh spirit ring rose, rapidly growing larger, its deep black light enveloping the entire forest. "Seventh Spirit Skill—Martial Spirit True Body!"

Dealing with Li Zhexian.

He actually used his Martial Soul True Form.

This shows just how intense the murderous intent was.

The pitch-black light carried a mountain-like heaviness.

As Zhao Wuji took each step, his body rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant bear over five meters tall.

Its entire body was covered in thick, golden fur, and its two enormous, lantern-like eyes gleamed with a ferocious red light, making it resemble a moving small mountain.

A fierce wind suddenly arose from the ground.

The rain curtain swayed and tilted.

Li Bai's soaked white shirt fluttered in the wind.

He held the Azure Lotus Sword high, its tip pointing directly at the sliver of starlight falling from the sky, as if to draw down the power of the stars.

Zhao Wuji stopped and assumed a defensive stance.

However, he soon noticed something was wrong.

cold!
A bone-chilling cold!
The rain poured down on his massive body, sending a chill down one's spine.

"Li Zhexian, what are you up to?!"

Zhao Wuji charged toward Li Zhexian with earth-shaking force.

The rain falls like a waterfall.

The world was a chaotic, dark blue-black.

Li Bai stood in the mud, his white shirt soaked with blood.

The chill clinging to his skin was no match for the resolute look in his eyes.

Zhao Wuji's roar shattered the rain curtain.

A foul wind, carrying icy raindrops, swept over us.

Just as Zhao Wuji's giant palm was about to strike, Li Zhexian suddenly flipped his wrist.

His swordplay had changed.

Om-!
The Azure Lotus Sword suddenly rang out.

The sword's edge gradually changed from crimson to azure, like a glacier suddenly breaking through, tearing through the rainy night.

Where the sword's edge passed, it seemed as if the air itself froze.

The puddles on the ground and the torrential rain from the sky began to flow upstream.

Hundreds of crystalline ice threads transformed into swirling around the sword's body, forming a frost sword several meters long.

The raindrops that had not yet merged with the Azure Lotus Sword remained suspended in mid-air.

Each water droplet reflected the dark blue sword shadow, like a frozen galaxy.

Li Zhexian stepped on the water droplets in the air and leaped into the air.

His robes fluttered, stirring up a shower of ice crystals.

He swung his sword across the giant bear.

Zhao Wuji's giant palm collided with the Frost Sword.

The instant the cold light exploded.

The crackling sound of freezing gradually rose from the tips of the claws.

The ice patterns spread like living things along the golden hair.

In an instant, Zhao Wuji was transformed into an ice sculpture.

"puff--!"

however.

The recoil force transmitted from the Frost Sword.

It still felt like a heavy blow to Li Zhexian, sending him flying backward.

Even the wrist holding the sword was twisted unnaturally, and the pain was excruciating.

But even so.

Li Zhexian still gripped the sword hilt, never loosening his grip even slightly.

"If I call for Yao Guang... does that mean I have to use Yao Guang?"

This sword strike is the second move of the Azure Lotus Sword Song – the Two Elements Frost Sword.

In terms of pure lethality.

It is neither as good as Yao Guang nor as good as the Blazing Sword.

However, it is Li Zhexian's only control-type sword move.

In this torrential downpour, its power is amplified even more.

click-

click-

Just as Li Zhexian had regained his footing...

Countless spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appeared on the thick layer of ice that covered Zhao Wuji.

Ice shards fell in a soft rustling sound.

Li Zhexian immediately turned and fled.

He took the Qingquan wine pot again, took a big gulp of wine, and swallowed it, his mouth full of sweet and pungent blood foam.

During the escape.

He patted the green pouch tied around his waist.

He held a small plant shaped like a tortoise shell in his hand.

Li Zhexian stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it whole, and swallowed it.

Tortoise Breath Grass: Within three days, the user will experience a state of suspended animation, blocking out any signs of life.

He didn't know how far he had escaped.

I felt as if my chest was on fire.

Every breath was excruciating.

The injuries were so severe that even the Wine Martial Soul could not heal them in a short time.

Bit the tip of your tongue hard.

Stimulate the already strained Qingming Festival.

In Li Zhexian's blurred vision.

The outline of a bird's nest is faintly visible among the thick branches of an ancient tree.

Squeeze out every last bit of strength.

Li Zhexian leaped onto a branch, curled up in his cold nest, and fell silent...

(End of this chapter)