Douluo Jueshi: Obtain Sharingan at the beginning!

The cold wind whistled, and the shadow of the giant sword made a buzzing sound in the air, as if responding to Han Yu's call.

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

"Cut it for me!"

Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes, roared, and the countless sword shadows behind him suddenly turned into a meteor shower, with the momentum of destroying the world, and roared towards the black dragon transformed by Zilong.

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

Zilong's huge pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

Facing this overwhelming sword rain, he had no time to dodge, and could only watch the giant sword attacking him.

"Ah——!" The deafening dragon roar resounded through the sky, and countless giant swords slashed fiercely on the huge body of the black dragon, making a deafening roar.

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

The giant sword continued to move forward, and it was inserted into the black dragon's body, making a bone-breaking sound.

The black dragon's huge body trembled violently, uttered painful wails, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, creating a huge deep 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 held his body and said to Han Guang below.

"Take this opportunity to kill him."

Using such a powerful soul skill is a huge consumption for Han Yu.

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

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

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

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

"Come back to your senses, listen to my orders, you go chase and kill the Titled Douluo of the Northern Kingdom, Zilong will be left to me."

The battle ended so quickly that before everyone could react, they saw the black dragon falling from the sky and hitting the ground heavily.

After hearing Han Guang's reminder, everyone woke up from their dreams, came back to their senses, and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

They stared at Zilong who was struggling on the ground, their eyes full of shock and fear.

Looking at his appearance, he was obviously seriously injured.

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

The result of this battle was still acceptable to the Southern Kingdom.

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

But the people on the Northern Kingdom side were not so good. They saw Zilong defeated and were unbelievable.

But the result was already like this, and the Titled Douluo of the Southern Kingdom was already attacking them.

Without Zilong as the backbone, it was like a dragon without its head, and it could not find its direction in an instant.

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

The Super Douluo on the North Country side roared, wanting to gather the other Title Douluo to fight to the death.

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

Now everyone is in danger.

"Kill the Title Douluo of the North Country, kill"

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

For a while, the scene became abnormal soul ring.

The colorful soul rings rushed out one after another, and everyone present had nine soul rings.

The battle between the Title Douluo was about to break out.

On the other side, after Zilong fell to the ground, Han Guang came to his side.

Han Guang looked at Zilong lying on the ground, without any pity in his eyes, but only endless indifference. He slowly raised his right hand, bowed lightly in the direction of Zilong, and said calmly:

"You and I serve our respective masters. I had expected today's scene."

Zilong struggled to stand up, but found that his body seemed to fall apart and he had no strength at all.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, the world in front of him was blood red, his ears were buzzing, and only the strong smell of blood kept reminding him of the cruelty of the battle.

Blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth, staining his clothes red, and also staining the land that had fought bloody battles red.

He tried to open his cracked lips and said hoarsely:

"Don't try this, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, but I didn't expect that your grandson, who had just entered the Extreme Douluo, could use such a powerful attack to severely injure me."

At this point, Zilong's eyes flashed with a trace of loneliness, but more of helplessness,

"It seems that God wants to destroy my Northern Kingdom."

He knew that he was defeated, completely defeated, and there was no hope of a comeback.

The young generation has already been cut off, and there is no one in this generation who can take up the responsibility.

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

Hearing Zilong's words, Han Guang just smiled slightly and did not refute.

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

He looked at the 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.

He smiled miserably and said with the last of his strength: "I can die, but I hope you don'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 dismantle you northern power elements."

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 at the cold light, and let out a roar:

"Come on." His voice was full of unyieldingness and 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 a 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."

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, the strongest soul master in the North, is their spiritual support and their last hope!

Now, even he has fallen. Is there really hope for the North Country?

Despair, like a plague, spread among the soldiers and soul masters of 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 and kill them on the spot, the sword in my hand will be enough to drink blood again."

Hanguang's cold voice sounded on the silent battlefield, with a hint of menace in it, reaching everyone's ears.

His gaze, like a hawk, scanned the titled Douluo of the Northern Kingdom sharply, and the corners of his mouth curved into a cold arc.

"I'm waiting and willing to surrender."

A titled Douluo from the Northern Kingdom dropped the weapon in his hand tremblingly and fell to his knees helplessly.

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

With him taking the lead, most of the titled Douluo from the Northern Kingdom present, except for those few 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 by Han Guang without mercy on the spot.

The blood dyed the earth red, dyed the sky red, and even 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, their own lives are more important.

Surrender naturally involves 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. The army will set off and 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 completely flat.

This kind of war between ordinary people naturally does not require Titled Douluo to participate, so Hanguang 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, the soul power has been restored to some extent, but not much."

"You take a rest first. Once you recover 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 were about dozens of figures standing here. Each of them was wearing a large black robe, which completely covered their bodies, making it difficult to see clearly.

The night wind blew by, making a whining sound, as if it was mourning for the coming battle.

The auras of these people are extremely powerful. Each of them is at least a Soul Douluo level being. The few people standing at the front are even as strong as Titled Douluo. The powerful soul power fluctuations they exude make the surrounding air change. Gotta suppress it.

The leader was very tall. In front of him was a soul guide that looked like a cannon. It was pitch black and radiated a cold metallic luster.

The cannon was about five meters long, and the muzzle was as big as a human head. There were various magic arrays carved on the muzzle. It looked extremely complicated and emitted a faint red light, as if it was a flame from hell.

There was a faint soul power fluctuation flowing on it. It was obviously a soul guide. The powerful energy fluctuation could be felt clearly even from a distance.

It was just set up 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 saw the upcoming victory.

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

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

"The new Extreme Douluo of the Han family has consumed 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 full of confidence, as if he had seen the scene of Han Yu being blasted into pieces.

The man in black, who was called the leader, gently touched the cannon in front of him, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"This is the legendary artifact. I didn't expect that it was really researched by His Majesty. Today, let everyone on the continent see its power."

"His Majesty said that if it is hit head-on, even an Extreme Douluo will die on the spot, and there is no possibility of survival."

The man in black was full of fanaticism and awe for the Majesty they were talking about.

The man in black turned his head and said in a deep voice:

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

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

Everyone groaned, then stretched out their right hands, and transmitted their soul power one by one. Soul powers of different colors flowed out from their palms, gathering into a huge energy torrent, rushing madly into the black soul guide cannon.

"Hahaha, it needs the soul power of so many soul douluos and title douluos to charge, I can't wait to see its power."

The arrogant laughter of the man in black echoed on the empty hills, and his greedy eyes stared at 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)