Chapter 279 The royal family takes action!


The cold wind howled, and the phantom of the giant sword buzzed in the air, as if responding to the call of the cold rain.

The light emitted by the giant sword illuminated the entire battlefield, and also reflected the horrified faces of everyone.

“Beat me!”

Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes and roared, and the countless sword shadows behind him suddenly turned into a meteor shower, heading towards the sky with a destructive momentum. The black dragon transformed from the purple dragon roared away.

“Impossible, how can you use such a powerful soul skill!”

Zilong's huge pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

Faced with the overwhelming rain of swords, he had no time to dodge and could only watch as the giant sword came towards him.

"Ah——!" The thunderous roar of the dragon echoed through the sky, and countless giant swords struck hard on the black dragon's huge body, making a deafening roar.

Countless black dragon scales fell like raindrops, and large swaths of dragon blood spurted out, dyeing the originally blue sky with a layer of blood.

The giant sword remained unabated and thrust into the black dragon's body, making a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

The black dragon's huge body trembled violently, letting out painful wails, and finally crashed to the ground, creating a huge pit.

"Grandpa, my soul power is exhausted."

Han Yu's face was as pale as paper, and his body was swaying, as if he would fall down at any time. He braced himself and spoke to the cold light below.

“Take this opportunity to kill him.”

Using such a powerful soul skill will take a huge toll on Han Yu.

At this moment, the soul power in his body had been exhausted, and his body slowly fell to the ground because it could not bear the huge load, and he could not even fly. .

But he knew that this battle was not over yet, and he had to persist until the last moment.

"Don't worry, leave the rest to me."

Hanguang's voice was full of worry, but he responded quickly. He turned his head and ordered to the middle-aged man behind him:

"Come back to your senses. Listen to the order. You go to hunt down the titled Douluo in the North Kingdom. Leave the purple dragon to me."

The battle ended so quickly that before anyone could react, they saw the black dragon fall from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

After hearing Han Guang’s reminder, everyone woke up from a dream and came to their senses, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

They stared wide-eyed, looking at the purple dragon lying on the ground struggling, their eyes full of shock and fear.

Looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he had been severely injured.

With their eyesight, they can naturally see that Han Yu severely injured Zilong at the cost of all his soul power.

The result of this battle is still acceptable to the South.

After all, Han Yu only exhausted his soul power and did not suffer much damage.

The same cannot be said for the people in the North Country. When they saw Zilong's defeat, they couldn't believe it.

But the result was already like this, and the titled Douluo from the Southern Kingdom were already attacking them.

Without Zilong as the backbone, it would be like a dragon losing its head and losing its direction in an instant.

"Don't be chaotic, gather everyone together, everyone is united, we are not afraid of them."

The Super Douluo from the North Kingdom roared angrily, wanting to gather the other titled Douluo for a fight to the death.

However, after Zilong's defeat, their fighting spirit had already dropped to freezing point, so how could they still listen to him.

Everyone is in danger now.

"Kill the titled Douluo from the North Kingdom, kill"

After receiving Han Guang's order, the leading general took the lead and killed the opponent.

The scene suddenly became abnormal.

Brightly colored soul rings appeared one after another, and everyone present had nine soul rings.

The battle between Titled Douluo is about to break out.

On the other side, after Zilong fell to the ground, cold light came to his side.

Hanguang looked at Zilong who fell on the ground. There was no mercy in his eyes, but endless indifference. He slowly raised his right hand, gave a gentle salute in the direction of Zilong, and said in a calm tone:

"You and I are each our own masters, and I have expected what will happen today."< br>
Zilong struggled to stand up, but found that his body seemed to be falling apart and he couldn't use any strength at all.

He opened his eyes with difficulty. The world in front of him was blood red, and his ears were buzzing. Only the strong smell of blood constantly reminded him of the cruelty of the battle.

Blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth, dyeing his clothes red, and also dyed the land where blood had been fought red.

He tried hard to open his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice:

"Don't do this, you will become a king or a loser. But what I didn't expect is that your grandson has just entered the Ultimate Douluo. You can use such a powerful attack to hit me hard."

Speaking of this, Zilong's eyes flashed with a hint of loneliness, but more of helplessness,

"It seems, yes. God is going to destroy our northern country."

He knew that he had failed, completely defeated, and without any hope of comeback.

The younger generation has long been out of business, and there is no one in this generation who can take charge.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with bitterness, but he was helpless.

Hearing Zilong's words, Hanguang just smiled and did not refute.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a long green sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The sword was slender and had a cold light. It was his martial spirit, Qinghan Sword.

He looked at the long sword in his hand and said indifferently: "Old friend, our mission is to kill you. After you die, we will unify the continent.

In the future, the mainland will be more prosperous, so you can go with peace of mind. "

"Ahem." Zilong turned his head with difficulty, his eyes fell on the Qinghan Sword in Hanguang's hand, and he couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart. He knew that today was the end of him.
< br>He smiled miserably and said with the last bit of his strength: "I can die, but I hope you won't cause too much killing and harm the civilians. "

"That's natural," Han Guang replied calmly, "In any case, from now on we are all members of the same country, and we will only disintegrate your rights elements in the North. "

He paused, looked into Zilong's eyes, and said word by word:

"Goodbye, Marshal Purple Dragon!" After saying that, he raised the Qinghan Sword in his hand high, with the tip pointed straight at the sky.

Zilong took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in his body, slowly raised his head, looked directly into the cold light, and roared:

"Come on." His voice was full of unyielding determination, as if he was pouring all his strength into this last moment.

"Brush!" The Qinghan Sword in Hanguang's hand suddenly swung down, and a dazzling cold light flashed through, as fast as lightning and as powerful as breaking bamboo. Zilong felt his eyes go dark, a huge head rose into the sky, and blood spurted out, dyeing half of the sky red.

The Ultimate Douluo of the North, Dinghai Shenzhen, and Marshal Purple Dragon, have just fallen! ! !

With his fall, no one can stop the Southern Kingdom from unifying the continent.

"Marshal Purple Dragon is dead."

The titled Douluo who was fighting discovered it and immediately shouted out.

On the battlefield, the originally fierce battle seemed to have been pressed on the pause button as these words came out, and everyone's movements came to a standstill.

The clanging sound of the swords intersecting disappeared, and the roar of the collision of soul power also disappeared, replaced by a dead silence, a dead silence that could be heard when a needle dropped.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the place where the purple light fell, and everyone's face was filled with shock and disbelief.

Marshal Purple Dragon, that is the strongest soul master in the North, is their spiritual support and their last hope!

Now that even he has fallen, is there really hope for the North?

Despair, like a plague, spread among the soldiers and soul masters in the Northern Kingdom.

"You have also seen that the Purple Dragon is dead. In the future, the Northern Kingdom will be included in the territory of our Southern Kingdom. If you surrender now, you will still have the opportunity to be reused in the future."

"If you continue to resist stubbornly, you will directly The sword in my hand is just enough to drink blood again."

The cold voice sounded on the silent battlefield, with a hint of threat, reaching everyone's ears. .

His gaze, like a hawk, scanned the titled Douluo of the Northern Kingdom sharply, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"I am waiting, willing to surrender"

A titled Douluo from the Northern Kingdom dropped the weapon in his hand tremblingly and knelt down helplessly.

He was the first to surrender, but definitely not the last.

With his leadership, soon all the titled Douluo from the Northern Kingdom who were present, except for those few soldiers who were loyal to the royal family and vowed not to surrender, basically chose to surrender.

Of course, these titled Douluo who were loyal to the royal family were killed on the spot without mercy by Han Guang.

Blood dyed the earth red, dyed the sky red, and dyed the hearts of the soldiers and soul masters of the Northern Kingdom red.

Although they are now at a disadvantage, there are still many die-hard strong men in the North Kingdom.

It is reasonable not to surrender.

However, although the titled Douluo here are from the Northern Kingdom, most of them are recruited from domestic sects or academies.

For the royal family, one's own life is more important.

Surrender naturally has no resistance.

"Very good. You are all smart people who have been able to cultivate to the level of Titled Douluo. The situation in the Northern Kingdom is over. Now listen to my order and set off the army to start a war directly against the Northern Kingdom!"

Hanguang waved his hand and gave the order to attack. .

"Yes!" The generals of the Southern Kingdom responded in unison, and then led the soldiers towards the fortress of the Northern Kingdom.

As long as this place is conquered, the North Country will be flat.

This kind of war between ordinary people naturally does not require the participation of titled Douluo. Therefore, Han Guang and others stayed where they were and did not leave.

Just watching the fighting on the battlefield from a distance.

"Han Yu, how are you? How is your soul power recovering?"

Han Guang walked to Han Yu and whispered.

Han Yu shook his head and said in a weak voice: "Fortunately, my soul power has recovered a little, but not much."

"You take a rest first and wait until you recover. With some soul power, we will go back.”

"Okay." Han Yu nodded, then sat down cross-legged and prepared to restore his soul power.

On a hill not far from here, the top of the mountain is bare, with only a few huge rocks standing there.

There are about dozens of figures standing here. Each of them is wearing a large black robe, which completely covers their bodies, making it difficult to see clearly.

The night wind blew by, making a whining sound, seeming to be mourning for the upcoming battle.

The auras of these people are extremely powerful. Each of them is at least a Soul Douluo level existence. The few people standing at the front are even as powerful as Titled Douluo. The powerful soul power fluctuations they exude, It makes the surrounding air become oppressive.

The leader was extraordinarily tall. In front of him was a cannon-like soul guide, which was completely black and exuded a cold metallic sheen.

The cannon is about five meters long, with a muzzle the size of a human head. Various magic circles are carved on the muzzle. It looks extremely complicated and exudes a faint red light, as if it comes from hell. flame.

There is a faint fluctuation of soul power flowing on it. It is obviously a soul guidance device. The powerful energy fluctuation can be clearly felt even from a long distance.

It was set up just like that, and the muzzle was pointed in the direction where Han Yu was. The eyes of the people in black were shining with excitement, as if they had seen the coming victory.

"Boss, should we take action? The battle seems to be over."

A thin man in black lowered his voice and spoke to the people around him, with a hint of cruelty in his tone.

"The Han family's new Ultimate Douluo consumes a lot of soul power. As long as we launch an attack, he will definitely not be able to escape."

Another man in black said, his tone He was full of confidence, as if he had already seen the scene where Han Yu was blasted to pieces.

The man in black, who was called the head, gently touched the cannon in front of him. A trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself:

"This is the legendary artifact. I didn’t expect it to be researched by His Majesty. Let everyone in the mainland see its power today.”

"His Majesty said that if he is hit from the front, even an Extreme Douluo will die on the spot, with no chance of survival."

The tone of the man in black was full of fanaticism, and he was full of enthusiasm for the Majesty they said. Full of awe.

The man in black turned his head and said solemnly:

"Everyone obeys the order and transmits the soul power into this artifact." His voice was low and powerful, full of irresistible of majesty.

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison, the voice was loud and deafening. They stretched out their right hands, spread their fingers, and aimed at the huge soul cannon.

Everyone shouted low, then stretched out their right hands, and transferred their soul power one by one. Soul powers of different colors poured out from their palms, converging into a huge torrent of energy, and poured into the door crazily. In the dark soul cannon.

"Hahaha, it requires so much Soul Douluo and Title Douluo soul power to charge, I really can't wait to see his power."

The man in black said arrogantly Laughter echoed on the empty hills. His greedy eyes were fixed on the huge soul cannon in front of him, as if he saw the destructive power that was about to pour out. (End of this chapter)

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