Douluo's holy sword

"Roar! Charge!" The soldiers who were frantically waving the flag let out a hissing and lung-piercing cry.

"Kill all the gangsters from the Spirit Empire..."

Before he finished speaking, an arrow with a black light pierced his forehead.

A wisp of blood flowed down from his forehead, and his arms that were swinging violently froze in mid-air, and then fell down weakly.

His body fell to his knees, but his hands were always holding on to the flagpole to prevent it from falling.

"Hmph, so ostentatious, if you don't kill who will you kill?" Among the army opposite, a man with a hideous scar on his face said disdainfully.

Not even a soul master, on the battlefield, he is really just a piece of shit.

However, soon, his complexion darkened.

Because, not long after the death of this flag officer, someone took over the flag in his hand again and waved it again.

"You bastard!" With a sinking face, he raised the longbow in his hand again.

Yellow, yellow, purple, and purple, the five soul rings showed his identity as the Soul King.

"This time, I'll shoot your flag..."

Just as he squinted his eyes to aim, his body was shaken by the soul master's self-consciousness, and he quickly moved a step in a small area.

The screaming sound whizzed past the ears, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a blue light.

His face was slightly cold, and he reached out and touched it.

There was already a bright red blood stain on his hand.

"Interesting..." He licked the blood flowing to the corner of his mouth, tasted the fishy sweetness, and showed a bloodthirsty smile.

The same type of soul master?

Interesting, let's see who will die first!

Soon, several black lights returned to the past.

"Gou Ri's!" He wiped his cheeks resentfully, and the stubble chin laughed loudly, and then his body continued to make irregular movements, constantly looking for cover in the crowd, while avoiding the attack. fight back.

Thus, on the chaotic battlefield, black light and blue light continued to cross each other.

However, such a duel could not even stir up any waves on the battlefield.

Looking down from a height, tens of thousands of people gathered together like ants.

Countless rays of light of various colors flowed around, indicating that the soul masters were using their soul skills to their fullest.

There is a volley of arrows, that is ordinary soldiers fighting.

The sound of swords, axes, spears and halberds intersecting.

Howls of pain, howls of rage, roars of excitement...

This is the battlefield!

The battlefield between the two great empires and the Wuhun Empire!

Today is the third day of the war.

After experiencing the tests of the previous two days, today, both sides finally showed some real combat power.

The two soul master legions of the Wuhun Empire have already appeared on the battlefield.

Facing the troops of the two empires, which were mostly composed of ordinary soldiers and a few soul masters, although they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, they had an almost overwhelming advantage in terms of combat power.

If it weren't for the presence of many sect soul masters interspersed, and the rain of arrows that still has a considerable deterrent effect on low-level soul masters, I am afraid that the two empires are already showing signs of defeat.

However, the situation is still not optimistic at this moment.

"Hehe, against our Spirit Empire, the two great empires..." said an old man with a wrinkled face smiling.

This is the big tent of the Wuhun Empire's military aircraft, and this old man is the high-ranking Great Elder in the Wuhun Empire.

A ninety-fifth level titled Douluo.

"Elder, we can't be too happy yet." A middle-aged man in military uniform coughed twice as a reminder.

"Although we are temporarily in an advantage, we must know that the two empires still have many cards that have not been played. Even now, we should not be careless."

"Hmph, they have cards, don't we?" The Great Elder waved his hand vigorously.

"On the battlefield, it is the high-level soul masters who play the key role. And in the entire continent, which force can compare with our Spirit Empire in the number of high-level soul masters!"

"By the way, soul masters above the soul emperor level have not yet entered the arena. I don't think there is any need to wait for the next step. They might as well send them together now, and bring this first victory to the Pope!"

"Here, Great Elder, this subordinate thinks..." The face of the middle-aged man almost turned green.

If someone else dared to say such ignorant words, he, who has always been irritable, would definitely spit on the other party's face.

However, what is in front of him now is the nominally supreme person in charge of the Wuhun Empire army...

This is not how war is fought! lamented the general, who was born in a principality.

As one of the few in the Spirit Empire who has war experience and a high level of tactical literacy, although his level of soul master is too low, he cannot become the main general.

However, it is also a "consultant".

To be honest, when the general knows nothing about military affairs, he is almost the same as the general.

It was the first time for him, who came from a humble background, to fight such a well-to-do battle.

With an elite army of soul masters, and many high-level soul masters like sharp knives at his disposal, he could almost leave his words there.

How about the flying dragon riding on the face!The master will tie the dog and win!

Ahem...Of course, this may be a little exaggerated.

However, it can also show his confidence in a certain sense.

He believes that as long as he follows his plan and listens to his command, victory is nothing but easy.

As long as no outsiders meddle indiscriminately...

Like this...

Isaac looked at the high-spirited old man with a headache, feeling powerless for a while, but he could only patiently state the pros and cons to him.

however……

When he explained his plan in extremely professional terms, what he saw was that old, confused face.

Who are you, where am I, what were you just saying?

Me! Isaac was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Co-author I said so much just now, you didn't understand at all!

Just when he was about to explain again, the old man waved his hand impatiently.

"Don't tell the old man what's there or what's not. As far as the old man is concerned, now I'm only a short shot away from victory. Now, send people up!"

"Wait a minute, Great Elder, please..." Isaac stopped him eagerly.

"Huh?" The great elder's half-closed eyes suddenly widened.

Isaac froze in place immediately, and a chill surged from his feet.

He saw the Great Elder's eyes, those contemptuous, almost disdainful eyes.

He finally realized a problem now.

Even though the Great Elder always smiles and looks cheerful and good-natured on weekdays, in fact, this also depends on the target.

It's a pity that he is just a soul master, with low combat strength and only some legion command ability, he can't catch the eyes of this great elder at all.

At this moment, the eyes of the Great Elder undoubtedly pricked his heart.

"You are just a little soul master! Know your identity clearly!"

Isaac subconsciously clenched his fist while terrified.

He has never hated the Wuhun Empire's system as much as he does now.

Whether it is a soul master or not, is it really that important whether the soul master is powerful or not?

Could it be that no matter how outstanding his talent is in any other aspect, as long as his strength is not strong, he will always be underestimated?

He thought of the enemy commander, Commander Tiandou, who also had little strength but held real power.

For the first time, he questioned his decision to join the Wuhun Empire.

"Now, give the order." The Great Elder said lightly.

Isaac, who was a little frustrated for a while, did not argue anymore. He even suspected that if he said anything else, he might even be shot dead on the spot.

If he is killed by the Great Elder, then he will die if he dies.

It's impossible to let people from Wuhun Empire punish a Titled Douluo, right?

"Oh! Forget it, whatever you want." Isaac lost interest for a while.

Originally, he wanted to prove himself through the war. His mind was gone.

Just do what the Great Elder said...

Oh, layman...

He shook his head and walked out of the big tent.

Of course, things might not be so bad.

After all, in a sense, the Great Elder was right.

In terms of hard power, the Wuhun Empire is indeed much stronger.

Even if you don't talk about tactics, and push it head-on, the chances of winning are still huge.

It's just a question of how many casualties...

Let him go.

A moment later, amidst long roars that were dull, high-pitched, or clear, figures rushed into the formation of the two armies at an extremely fast speed.

Although not in formation, the distribution is scattered.

However, without exception, they are like sharp knives, invincible wherever they go.

"The people of the Wuhun Empire are anxious." In the Tiandou Empire's formation, the master said in a deep voice while riding on his horse.

"Having the advantage, they were the first to lose their composure and take this step first?" Flanders rode his horse close to the master's side, looking around with vigilant eyes.

The master's strength is not strong after all, and he belongs to the high-level on Tiandou's side, so it is still necessary to commit the opponent's beheading action.

In the past three days, Flanders has stopped two batches of assassinations for the master.

Among them are a soul emperor and a soul saint.

It is worth mentioning that Flanders is responsible for the master's defense during the day.

As for the evening...

"Then how should we deal with it?" Liu Erlong asked worriedly.

The assassinations in the middle of the night were all crushed by Liu Erlong who was furious.

"Tell the Tang Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect... that the plan can begin." The master said calmly.

The current situation, he can be said to have anticipated it long ago, so he also made arrangements very early.

"Such a reckless action is different from the orderly actions of the Spirit Empire before. It seems that the opponents have changed their generals." The master glanced at it from afar.

"So stupid?" Flanders raised his eyes.

"Heh, with a system like the Spirit Empire, it's not surprising that there is such a behavior." The master sneered.

A group of old guys who don't understand the battlefield, they think highly of themselves and are stubborn, so there is no room for others to speak out.

"I hope I can take this opportunity to recover a little more disadvantage." The master sighed softly.

There is no way, the gap is too big and it is difficult to make up.

We can only hope that when the opponent makes a mistake, the gap between the two sides will be narrowed as much as possible.

Even if it is a drop in the bucket.

In Grandmaster's field of vision, although the originally suppressed army of the Heaven Dou Empire, under the insertion of sharp knives, there are already many signs of being scattered.

However, he didn't panic.

Because, he also saw that there were huge nets that were constantly wrapping around the hilt of the knife.

A stern cold light flashed across the void.

The huge wolf claws swept across, tearing the armor of the three soldiers side by side, and their bodies flew upside down like a broken sack.

A werewolf with muscular body, thick hair, and bloody eyes was licking the blood in his hands.

"Hmph, are you tickling me?" The werewolf said mockingly after receiving a batch of arrow rain with his back.

On his body, seven soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, kept flickering.

As a Soul Saint, although he is not the most outstanding defensive soul master, his physical fitness is still frighteningly strong after being possessed by the martial soul.

How can a mere rain of arrows hurt him at all.

"It's really boring." In the blood-colored eyes, looking at the many soldiers who kept moving forward, a trace of boredom flashed involuntarily.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Spirit Empire rewarded their soul masters with certain military merits, they could exchange for many good things, otherwise, he wouldn't be bothered to slaughter these things that are not much better than ants.

Just as he was thinking, he tilted his head slightly and let a long sword cut on his shoulder.

The long sword forged from fine steel seemed to have struck the hundred-forged steel. The violent vibration almost made him unable to hold the long sword, and the backlash almost made him lose consciousness in his arm.

However, this sword just left a shallow white mark on the werewolf.

Unscathed.

"Strange...monster!" The young man in his twenties, who despite being young, could be considered a veteran, murmured in horror.

"Hmph, for you and others, the word monster is not wrong." The werewolf tilted his head.

Then, with a twitch of his muscles, the powerful momentum made the young man unable to hold the long sword any longer, and he fell to the ground.

The long sword was inserted obliquely into the ground beside it.

Regardless of the two big knives and long swords coming from behind him, the werewolf stepped forward slightly.

"In the next life, give birth to a good baby, try to be a soul master with slightly better talent, and then keep a low profile and don't be like a fool. Only in this way... can you live a long and nourishing life."

Saying this, the werewolf once again waved his claws with flesh and blood residue.

Am I going to die?

Young minds go blank.

Time seemed to slow down. Looking at the sharp wolf claws, he seemed to be able to smell the fishy smell on them.

And at the moment of dying, his expression suddenly twisted.

He twisted his body vigorously, and a dagger appeared in his hand. Then, he roared and stabbed the werewolf's claws.

"It's a waste of effort!" The werewolf's eyes didn't fluctuate.

With a slight exertion of his claws, a dagger of good quality turned into debris on the ground.

As for the young people, there is finally no possibility of final resistance.

So, he closed his eyes.

Although he was not reconciled, he worked hard anyway.

"Good faith, soldier, you are very good." A steady voice seemed to come from the sky.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a blood flower blooming.

"You are..." The originally mighty werewolf turned into a headless corpse and fell down, and a tall man in purple armor appeared in front of him.

"My name is Lancelot," he said.

"I, we, are here to end this war!"

At the same time, unique brilliance lit up everywhere on the battlefield.

That is the power that belongs exclusively to the Round Table!

"Knights of the Round Table, join the battle now!" The perfect knight issued a declaration here.