Chapter 788 Drawing the Sword

Ice Bear Douluo's heroic words were full of domineering, as if he had no fear of the upcoming battle.

Time Douluo pondered for a moment, his eyes were deep and distant, and he said slowly:

"We must not underestimate the enemy. We need to take a long-term view and formulate comprehensive countermeasures. The enemy we face may be more cunning and powerful than imagined."

Tang Lan nodded.

While they were discussing, a burst of sinister laughter suddenly came from the distance:

"Haha, none of you can escape today!"

The laughter echoed in the empty environment, looking particularly terrifying.

Everyone's expressions became stern, their nerves became tense instantly, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

As that eerie laughter came,

A powerful and suffocating evil aura quickly spread like a surging and boundless tide.

It seems to be swallowing up everything in this world.

Wherever this evil breath goes, even the air seems to be polluted and turbid, making it difficult to breathe.

It was as if every breath I took was inhaling endless darkness and fear.

Tang Lan's eyes widened with anger, his eyes were like torches burning with raging fire, spraying angry flames, and shouted loudly:

"Where are the rats, hiding their heads and showing their tails!"

His voice was like thunder, exploding in this empty and silent space,

With inviolable majesty and utter abhorrence of evil.

At this time, a dark figure slowly came from a distance, and his figure gradually became clearer in the dim light.

I saw that his entire body was completely shrouded in black mist that was as thick as ink and rolling and surging.

The mist seemed to be alive, tumbling with teeth and claws, making it impossible for people to see his face clearly.

Only a pair of eyes shining with blood-red light can be seen,

Those eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps from the abyss of hell, revealing a chilling evil and cruelty.

It seemed as if just one glance at him would freeze his soul instantly.

Tang Ya and the others took a few steps back unconsciously. Their faces were as pale as paper, without any trace of blood.

Tang Ya's heart was beating rapidly, and the violent beating sound echoed in her ears like a drum, as if it would jump out of her throat in the next second;

Jiang Nannan covered her mouth tightly with her hands, her eyes widened, trying hard not to scream out of extreme fear;

Yu'er's legs were weak and her body was shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. She was almost unsteady and might collapse to the ground at any time;

Although Ma Xiaotao pretended to be calm, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

But the panic and horror in her eyes still betrayed the fear deep in her heart.

Falling Sword Soul Douluo snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and anger, as if he was extremely tired of this black shadow's pretentiousness:

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

After saying that, a fierce sword energy roared out from his hand,

The sword energy was like a dazzling silver lightning, shooting straight towards the black shadow with a powerful momentum that could tear the void and destroy everything.

Wherever it passed, the air was cut to the point of making a sharp chirping sound.

The black shadow flashed sideways, its movements as light and flexible as a ghost,

Without any sloppiness, he easily dodged this shockingly powerful blow.

At the same time, he let out a harsh and strange laugh:

"Is that all you have?"

His laughter was sharp and harsh, piercing everyone's eardrums like sharp needles, as if it could penetrate people's souls.

It makes people feel an indescribable chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Ice Bear Douluo roared angrily:

"Don't be arrogant!"

His voice was like a thunder that shook the earth, making people's eardrums buzz and their heads dizzy.

His huge mountain-like body rushed towards the black shadow in an instant,

Every step he took made the ground tremble slightly.

There was a dull roar, as if the earth was trembling and fearful under his feet.

Time Douluo danced with his hands, and the mysterious and complicated runes shone with strange light on his fingertips.

Time seems to slow down around me,

The space seemed to be distorted, trying to restrict the movement of the black shadow.

Falling Sword Soul Douluo's eyes condensed, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes like cold stars.

The long sword in his hand shone brightly, the dazzling light was like the scorching sun in the sky, and the sound of the sword's chant resounded throughout the world.

The voice was clear and passionate, as if declaring his determination to the enemy.

He flashed and rushed towards the black shadow like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky. His speed was so fast that it made people's eyes blur.

The black shadow snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and ridicule.

With his hands dancing, the black energy instantly turned into countless sharp blades, flying towards the Falling Sword Soul Douluo like a heavy rain.

These sharp blades shone with a strange light, carrying a heart-stopping evil aura.

Luo Jianhun Douluo waved the long sword in his hand, and the shadows of the sword were like weaving, forming an airtight sword curtain.

Every time the sharp blade collided with the sword curtain, dazzling light and powerful energy fluctuations erupted, and the surrounding air was distorted and distorted by this force.

Sparks flew everywhere, like gorgeous fireworks, but full of fatal danger.

"Watch me break your evil spell!"

Falling Sword Soul Douluo shouted loudly, his voice full of anger and majesty.

His sword power suddenly changed, becoming more fierce and fierce,

Every sword has the potential to crack mountains and crack rocks.

He performed a set of exquisite sword techniques, and the shadows of the swords were intertwined into a gorgeous net, shrouding the black shadows.

The sword shadow was unpredictable, dazzling and elusive.

The black shadow dodged left and right, and his figure was erratic.

There was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and he was muttering something, and the dark energy was surging more and more.

The sword soul Douluo became more and more courageous, and the light on the sword became stronger and stronger, like a scorching sun, as if to completely dispel the boundless darkness.

Each of his swords contained powerful soul power and firm will, and every time he swung the sword, he was full of unstoppable momentum, vowing to defeat the black shadow.

His forehead was bulging with veins, and sweat fell like rain, but his eyes were still firm, without any intention of retreating.

The black shadow suddenly laughed wildly: "Do you think you can defeat me like this? Too naive!"

The laughter was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate a person's soul.

After that, a more powerful dark power broke out from him, and this power was like a huge black wave, surging.

The sword-falling Soul Douluo was instantly knocked back several steps by this force, and his feet left two deep marks on the ground.

The sword-falling Soul Douluo stabilized his body, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which was particularly eye-catching on his resolute face.

But his eyes were still firm, without any fear or retreat.

He raised his sword again and rushed towards the black shadow, his posture upright, like an unyielding god of war. (End of this chapter)