Chapter 278 Ten thousand swords return to their roots!
At the same time, a strong white light burst out from his body, rushing into the sky like a volcanic eruption, tearing a huge crack in the originally clear sky, and dyeing half of the sky dazzling white.
The powerful air wave, with Han Yu as the center, swept around like a tsunami. The surrounding trees shook violently like catkins in the wind in front of this force, making a tooth-grinding creaking sound.
The leaves were swept up by the strong wind and swirled wildly in the air, forming green tornadoes.
The ground under his feet cracked inch by inch, spreading countless spider-web-like cracks, and the gravel was shaken up and rolled and jumped in the air.
A biting cold air spread at an alarming speed, the temperature around suddenly dropped, and a biting chill filled the air.
Even the ground under his feet was frozen into a thin layer of frost at this moment. Where Han Yu was, it seemed that even the space was distorted by this powerful force and turned into a white world. The temperature dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, making people feel as if they were in an extremely cold place.
However, the most frightening thing was the nine soul rings of different colors on his body, two yellow, two purple, two black, and three red. The nine soul rings slowly moved around him, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
Who would have thought that Han Yu actually had three hundred thousand year soul rings. This terrifying talent was enough to make the whole continent tremble!
And the blue-white long sword, from the moment the soul ring appeared, the momentum instantly released, a monstrous flame gushed out from the sword body, as if to tear everything around it into pieces, even the air was about to be shattered.
One hundred thousand year soul ring!
Zilong took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, his eyes became extremely solemn, and his deep eyes seemed to contain infinite power.
He raised his head suddenly, and a long, earth-shaking roar came out from the depths of his throat. The sound was as deafening as the roar of a dragon or a tiger, and even the air around him seemed to tremble slightly.
The next moment, he exerted force on his legs, and the whole person rose from the ground like an arrow from a bow, rushing straight into the sky.
At the same time, a strong black light burst out from his body, sweeping across like a volcanic eruption, covering his entire body.
This black light was extremely overbearing. Wherever it passed, even the air made a crackling sound, carrying an unparalleled aura, as if it was going to devour this world.
The black light spread rapidly at an astonishing speed, and in an instant, it rendered the sky above the heads of the people in the North Country into a deep black color, competing with the white light released by Han Yu,
forming a black and white wonder in the sky, as mysterious as the Tai Chi diagram. In the black light, Zilong's body was also undergoing earth-shaking changes.
His body expanded rapidly, accompanied by the crackling of bones, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a behemoth over 40 meters tall, as majestic as a mountain.
He had an extremely strong bull body, covered with layers of black scales as hard as rocks, full of explosive power.
His head turned into a ferocious dragon head, and two huge dragon eyes like copper bells flashed with a terrifying cold light, as if they could see through everything.
The sharp dragon claws flashed with a metallic luster, as if they could easily tear steel.
The most eye-catching thing was the pair of coral-like dragon horns on his head, which were five meters long and exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
A strong black light burst out, and the nine soul rings turned into a halo and hovered up and down between the pair of dragon horns five meters long.
Black Bull Dragon!
A top-level sub-dragon martial spirit.
It has the blood of the dragon clan.
This martial spirit can evolve. If the bull part is removed, it can be transformed into a real dragon, and the combat power will surge instantly.
But it was obvious that Zilong did not evolve it successfully.
But just like that, it was already a top-level martial spirit.
"Boy, you have extraordinary talent, but it's a pity that you are not from my country."
The huge dragon head slowly lowered, and Zilong's huge eyes looked at Han Yu below, with a hint of regret in his tone.
Han Yu heard it clearly, and the low voice was mixed with a hint of dragon roar, which made his eardrums buzz.
He looked up at Zilong, and saw that the huge dragon eyes were flashing with complex light.
Han Yu smiled slightly, bowed and said: "Senior, you can't say that, soon, we may be from the same country."
As soon as the voice fell, Zilong's huge body shook suddenly, and the originally calm dragon face was instantly covered with angry scales, and each scale reflected a heart-pounding cold light.
"How dare you!" Zilong roared, and the sound resounded through the world like thunder, shaking the surrounding space as if it was shaking.
"You actually despise me so much, I won't let you off today!"
He was furious, and as he waved his huge dragon claws, the wind whistled, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.
"I will capture you, and then find you dozens of concubines, and wait for them to get pregnant with your children, and then kill you!"
Zilong roared, and his huge body rushed towards Han Yu like an arrow from a string.
The whistling wind made Han Yu's clothes rustle and his hair flutter.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. This old guy really has a "special liking" for him!
"Is it because of his genes?"
Han Yu secretly complained in his heart, not daring to be negligent, and the Qinghan sword in his hand was unsheathed, making a crisp sword sound, pointing directly to the sky.
The next moment, his figure turned into a stream of light, and he rushed towards Zilong in the face of the terrifying pressure.
"Boom!" A deafening roar suddenly exploded in the sky. Within a radius of 100 miles, the entire sky changed color because of their battle. One side was pale white, and the other side was domineering black.
They each occupied one side of the sky, and the position where the two colors intersected was accompanied by the battle between Hanyu and Zilong.
This is really a terrifying competition that changes the color of the sky and the earth!
In the air, the black bull dragon transformed by Zilong rushed forward, and the black light behind him blasted towards Hanyu like a huge wave.
Hanyu, holding the Qinghan Sword in his hand, strode in the void, and did not retreat.
Amidst the loud bang, the two collided in the air.
At this moment, whether it was the South Country or the North Country, all the strong men who were originally suspended in the air quickly fell down and fell back to the ground.
The terrifying pressure instantly descended from the sky, and lasted until it was close to a hundred meters on the ground before dissipating. This was not because the two powerful men in the air were unable to make up for it, but the result of their deliberate control.
After all, no one wanted to affect their own people. Despite this, the soldiers on the ground were still shaky and pale.
The terrifying pressure was like the sky falling down.
Is this the duel between top masters?
It turns out that human power can reach such a terrifying level.
The two vast forces collided violently in mid-air, bursting out dazzling light, illuminating the entire sky like blooming fireworks.
"Ninth soul skill, a sword light coldly illuminates the nine states!"
Han Yu's voice exploded like thunder, and the Qinghan sword in his hand flew out of his hand, surging against the wind, and instantly turned into a 40-meter-long giant sword, the sword body exuding a chilling cold air, as if to freeze everything in the world.
The white cold air covered the sword energy like a layer of gauze, exuding a heart-pounding chill. Han Yu held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised it high, and suddenly slashed at Zi Long, who had transformed into a black dragon.
This sword seemed to tear the sky apart. Countless dark cracks spread in the air and healed quickly, as if they had never appeared.
"Roar!" Zi Long let out a deafening roar, and the light of the ninth soul ring shone brightly. His body was covered with thick black light, and the cow body quickly faded, replaced by dark dragon scales.
His body continued to stretch in the black light, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a black dragon hundreds of meters long, covering the sky and the sun, with overwhelming power.
Its golden eyes looked down coldly at the white giant sword that was slashing at it, and a black light condensed in its mouth, emitting a disgusting stench.
"Breath of the Black Dragon!"
Zi Long roared, and the thick black light in his mouth suddenly spurted out, turning into a black beam of light, and like lightning, it rushed head-on towards the sword energy slashed by Han Yu.
Wherever the black light passed, the space was distorted violently, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound, as if it was going to corrode everything.
"Boom!" The deafening sound resounded through the world, and the two forces collided violently in the air, bursting out dazzling light, as if a small sun exploded in the air, and the air waves rolled and swept in all directions.
In the shocked eyes of everyone, Han Yu's sword energy and Zi Long's Black Dragon Breath collided fiercely, making a harsh friction sound. The sword energy was extremely sharp, and the black light was extremely corrosive. The two were deadlocked with each other, and no one was willing to give in.
Zi Long is worthy of being a long-established old-fashioned Extreme Douluo, with unfathomable strength. And Han Yu, as a new Extreme Douluo, was in everyone's view, it was impossible for him to be Zi Long's opponent.
However, Han Yu blocked Zi Long's attack abruptly, which made everyone feel unbelievable.
Han Yu gritted his teeth and kept swinging his sword. He could feel a strong force constantly impacting his sword energy, which made his arms numb and his knuckles hurt.
Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the sword, making a slight sizzling sound.
Opposite him, the black light around Zi Long's body became stronger and stronger, like a black sun.
Every time he exhaled a breath of dragon, the surrounding space trembled, and the black light would expand a bit.
Han Yu's vision was a little blurred by the black light. He tried hard to see the scene in front of him clearly, but he could only see a distorted light and shadow.
His ears were filled with deafening roars, which were the mournful sounds of space under the impact of powerful energy.
He could even smell a burning smell in the air, which was his sword energy being corroded by the breath of the black dragon.
"Senior, your strength is not that good, right?"
In order to cover up his inner uneasiness, Han Yu pretended to be calm and spoke, his voice seemed a little erratic in the violent space vibration.
Zilong heard Han Yu's words and snorted disdainfully, saying: "My strength is not that good?"
He took a step forward, and the space around him was like the surface of the water, "Boy, if you have the ability, you can break my dragon breath before you say this."
"Your sword energy is almost corroded."
As Zilong's voice fell, Han Yu felt a stronger pressure coming, and he quickly injected the soul power in his body into the sword energy frantically, trying to resist the erosion of the black dragon's breath.
He stared at the intersection of the sword energy and the black light, where the originally dazzling sword energy was being swallowed up bit by bit by the black light, making a sizzling sound.
Han Yu's heart gradually sank. He knew that if he continued like this, his sword energy would be completely corroded sooner or later, and by then, the only thing waiting for him would be failure.
"Boy, this is your strongest move, right? I've said it before, as a junior, don't think that you will be invincible if you become an Ultimate Douluo."
Zilong's voice was full of sarcasm. As he spoke, he increased the output of his soul power, and the black dragon's breath became more violent, as if it was going to swallow up the entire space.
When everyone watching the battle saw this scene, their hearts were in their throats. The leading middle-aged man couldn't help but look at Han Guang beside him, with a hint of worry and anxiety in his tone:
"Lord Hanguang, what should we do?"
"It seems that Lord Hanyu is at a disadvantage."
Han Guang's face was calm, and he looked deeply at the battle in mid-air. He didn't seem to take the situation in front of him seriously. He said lightly:
"Don't be anxious, this is where you are going."
At this moment, Han Yu, who was shaky and seemed to be about to fall from the sky at any time, suddenly became quiet.
He closed his eyes, and his body that was shaking violently seemed to have lost all its strength in an instant and relaxed completely.
He took a deep breath, his chest rose high, and then slowly fell, as if he was isolating everything around him.
Waves of exclamations erupted from the surrounding crowd watching the battle. They stared at Han Yu intently, their hearts filled with doubts and worries.
Han Yu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming with light, and his face that was originally distorted by pain returned to calm, replaced by a kind of determination and determination.
He murmured in a low voice, and although his voice was soft, it clearly reached everyone's ears and echoed on the silent battlefield:
"One sword energy cannot stop you, but what about thousands of sword energy?"
His voice became louder and louder, and his tone became more and more firm, and finally turned into a roar:
"Soul Bone Fusion Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"
Following his voice, a mind-numbing scene appeared!
Behind Han Yu, countless giant sword shadows appeared out of thin air, so densely packed that they almost covered the entire sky.
Although these giant sword shadows look illusory and illusory, as if they will dissipate at any time, the fierce aura they exude leaves no doubt about their power. (End of chapter)
