Peerless Tang Sect: I am Yuhao’s demon brother

His eyesight was very good, and he could clearly see the wooden sticks, spears and iron shields in the hands of the Xingluo soldiers.

Of course Huo Dongjun's eyesight could tell that this was not a soul guide.

It's a bit ridiculous when you think about it carefully. After tens of thousands of years of development in the Douluo Continent, this kind of cold weapon is still prevalent in the army. To put it harshly, what is it if it's not cannon fodder?

Huo Dongjun took out a level five soul cannon, aimed it at the army formation, and activated his soul power. The white soul power at the muzzle continued to gather.

A white light suddenly appeared, and the soul-guided cannon soared into the sky.

Zhuang Yun looked at the white light shooting past, feeling shocked and angry, and subconsciously took out the soul shield from the storage soul ring.

The soldier was a little panicked, but he still raised his iron shield.

White light exploded in the crowd, blood spurted out, severed limbs were scattered, and screams abounded in the crowd.

The sound of despair is unspeakable.

The next moment, the blond-haired young man appeared in front of Zhuang Yun. This little nobleman was lucky enough to avoid the core position, and with the addition of the soul shield, he barely had a few breaths left.

"Why did you..."

Zhuang Yun wanted to say something, but the last mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he still didn't ask the last question.

The demon soul appeared behind Huo Dongjun, holding a black knife to chop it off, completely understanding their lives.

"Look forward to the next life."

The young man walked slowly out of the bloody battlefield wreckage, his heart as calm as blue waves. He had stayed here for two full years.

There have been some speculations about the true purpose behind the open battle battlefield.

There is indeed soul-guiding metal here, but it cannot be called precious. It has been four thousand years since the collision between the Sun and Moon Continent. If there is a rare metal, it can be easily taken down by the strength of the Sun-Moon Empire.

Rather than delaying it for so long.

The Duke of White Tiger did not talk about the previous generation, but what he knew about Dai Hao was that he had already stepped onto the battlefield at the age of thirteen and had experienced thousands of battles, large and small.

The intensity of the fighting is appalling.

It is most likely that the Holy Spirit Religion has certain interest exchanges with the top officials of the Star Luo Empire. This is the most reasonable explanation.

Based on this idea, it is not surprising that there are so many Mingdetang high-end soul tools at the Starlight Auction.

One side produces people, and the other side produces soul guidance blueprints and soul guidance tools.

This is the meaning of these ordinary imperial soldiers who don't even have martial arts spirits appearing on the battlefield.

How pitiful is the insignificance of ants.

When I think of it, the death rate of teachers and students in Shrek's inner courtyard remains high.

The bloody meat grinding ground that the Mingdou Mountains turned into, and the place where the dead souls of Shrek's genius were located, created the unprecedented brilliant strength of the evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Sect.

Across the battlefield, Huo Dongjun continued on his way and soon arrived at the northwest group army's garrison.

"Who are you, name announcement!"

A man in armor shouted harshly. As soon as he said this, other soldiers picked up their weapons and surrounded the man in black.

Huo Dongjun didn't answer.

According to his perception, except for the leader who has martial soul power, the other soldiers are ordinary people who have not awakened the martial soul.

The man in black continued to move forward.

The armored man's eyes turned cold, and he waved his arm down. The other soldiers held spears in their hands and aimed at the man in black.

Several black shadows separated from the man in black. When they met, all the soldiers fell to the ground. They were fine, but they were no longer breathing.

The armored man's body felt cold and he was sweating profusely.

Huo Dongjun held the black knife and swung it gently, and a black light shot out.

Blood spurted out, and the head fell to the ground.

The head was wide-eyed with anger, watching the man in black continue to walk towards the army.

The Xingluo Northwest Group Army has 600,000 soldiers and support personnel, and the Soul Master Army has ten sides, with one thousand people on each side.

Even Duke White Tiger only allocated three soul master legions.

Of course, this does not include the White Tiger bodyguards.

The further you go inside, the more soul masters there are.

Blood flowed into rivers, mountains of corpses were everywhere, and blood kept flowing along the path. The soul-devouring soul-refining knife in Huo Dongjun's hand was dark in color.

The soul-devouring carving knife at the core of the Tyrannical Tiger Soul Refining Knife had already followed the secret method in his hands and transformed into another form.

A soul saint felt that something was wrong, and the smell of blood was getting stronger in the air, so he quickly walked out of the tent.

Looking at the scene in front of him, his hair stood up and his eyes widened with anger.

He shouted loudly, "Enemy attack!!"

At the same time, he hurried towards the man in black. He wanted to see who dared to come to the Northwest Army to cause trouble.

When I saw the person coming with blond and white hair,

The face is even more familiar.

He was completely stunned and said in shock, "Eldest Young Master... Your Highness?"

Qin Lei has been fighting with the Duke for a long time. He has also been to the Duke's palace and met five young masters. He is especially familiar with the eldest young master Dai Yaoheng.

only……

The eldest son had been dead for more than four years. Back then, they followed the Duke back to the Duke's Mansion and saw the eldest son being buried with their own eyes.

"You are not the eldest young master, who are you anyway!?"

Qin Lei was shocked and angry.

"Uncle Qin, don't you recognize me?"

Huo Dongjun smiled.

Qin Lei's mind fell into a brief confusion. This face, this voice, this feeling was so familiar. Who was the person who died that year?

"Are you the eldest son?"

"I'm the one who killed you."

The man in black smiled.

Qin Lei glanced at the black knife in the young man's hand.

And behind the young man, when he saw the corpses of soldiers lying on the ground, his expression finally changed.

But at this moment, the man in black's body and mind dissipated, and the knife fell from his hand.

Qin Lei's head flew up, blood surged, and there was despair and confusion in his eyes. He didn't understand what happened until his death.

Twenty-four black shadows walked out from behind him and began to massacre the military camp. The black knives in their hands were like messengers of death.

The steps are light and the figure is dark and difficult to perceive.

Silently harvesting souls.

Many people died in military tents, not knowing what happened until their death.

Xuanji Douluo felt uneasy and frowned. He immediately walked out of the tent and rushed in the direction of Duke White Tiger.

The White Tiger Duke has always been regarded as a thorn in the side of the Sun and Moon Empire. If things change, it will definitely be for the White Tiger Duke.

Although Duke White Tiger's external strength has always been that of an eighty-ninth level soul Douluo, Xuanji Douluo knew that Dai Hao had broken through to the title Douluo eight years ago.

During the Great Starlight Auction and the Douluo Finals that year, the emperor recalled Duke White Tiger to Star Luo City.

If the opponent is just a Titled Douluo, maybe the two of them can join forces to trap and kill the future one!

This is also the purpose of hiding strength.

For the sake of efficiency, the twenty-four demon souls had already started massacring the soul masters. The ordinary Star Luo soldiers looked at the dark figures and were so frightened that they peed their pants and sounded frightened.

Huo Dongjun didn't bother to pay attention.

Holding a knife in one hand, he walked toward the center of the military tent.

In his impression, the White Tiger Duke was very cautious. The large tent where he lived was no different from anyone else. Not to mention the color, there was not even the slightest trace of the White Tiger clan emblem.

Otherwise, after being positioned, the threat of the ninth-level fixed-installed soul cannon is not that great.

Therefore, if Dai Hao doesn't show his head, it will take some time for him to find it.