Douluo's holy sword

Chapter 170 Real Name Liberation: Excalibur! (two in one)

"This... this is..." Someone in the VIP seat was already fidgeting.

But Ning Fengzhi shook his head, and said with a broken smile: "Young people nowadays are really..."

Sword Douluo at the side looked at this golden light with serious eyes.

It was unmistakable, this ray of light was indeed what he perceived last time.

Even if not, I am afraid that there is a great connection, and they are definitely from the same source.

Now, is it finally time to show its true colors?

"Your Majesty..." the person with Spirit Hall couldn't help asking.

"Quiet." Bibi Dong whispered, her voice cold.

"Now... watch the game quietly." Although her voice was calm and unwavering, from the fact that she had already grasped the handrails tightly with both hands, it could be seen that she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

In her heart, she could feel that the result of this competition might not be the same as they expected before.

Those three soul bones...

I'm afraid I will make a wedding dress for others.

There was already a faint smile on Xue Qinghe's face, and he said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "That's right, that's it..."

"Show your brilliance to your heart's content."

"You are the man I choose, wherever you go, you will shine brightly!"

On the field, the golden light that originally permeated the entire field began to gradually converge, and finally converged on the side of Shrek Academy, forming a beam of light that soared into the sky.

A beam of light that can be clearly seen no matter where it is in Wuhun City.

Many civilians and low-level soul masters showed awe and bowed slightly towards the Pope's Palace.

What's more, they prostrated themselves on the ground and professed miracles.

In the hall of offerings, many worshipers who were practicing here woke up from their cultivation, and at the same time turned their eyes to the hall of the Pope with surprise on their faces.

In the Temple of Angels, Qian Daoliu, who had returned here at some point, also looked into the distance with his hands behind his back.

"Near the Pope's Palace... I remember, today is the final of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Competition... Yes, this power, is that little guy... But, where did he get such a strong soul power?" Qian Daoliu Thinking suspiciously.

This beam of light seems amazing, but the actual soul power is no more than a soul sage level, and it is all due to the quality of the martial soul itself that it can make such a fight.

However, that little guy is only at the level of the soul sect, where did he get the soul power of the soul saint level...

"Heh...why do I think so much?" Qian Daoliu suddenly smiled and shook his head.

It's never going to be a bad thing...

but……

"It's really... a big movement..."

On the field, Xie Yue, Hu Liena and the others stared at the golden beam of light approaching with ashen faces.

"What should we... do now?" After a long time, someone finally said in a trembling voice.

"What did I say...what did I say!" Yan couldn't help getting angry, and he suddenly yelled: "We should have rushed up as soon as possible, so no matter what they want to do, there is simply not enough time to complete it!"

Faced with such enormous pressure, Yan's character was already irritable, and now he is completely out of control.

Hu Liena pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Although Yan's words were somewhat unreasonable, in a sense, there was nothing wrong.

This is indeed the consequence of her command error.

If you knew from the beginning...

However, Hu Liena still believed that no matter who stood in her position, faced with an unknown situation, and felt a faint crisis in their hearts, they would choose to stand still and wait for the aftermath.

"Okay, let's not talk about it now..." Xie Yue's face was a little pale, and his current meridians were still a little uncomfortable due to the excessive use of soul power just now.However, because of the captain's duties, he still had to come forward to stop Yan's behavior.

After Xie Yue said this, Yan stopped talking.

He didn't have any objection to Hu Liena at first, it's just that he lost control of his emotions a little under the mountainous pressure.

"What we have to do now is to think about how to face their next attack." Xie Yue said in a deep voice.

Now, everyone, including Yan who was excited before, stopped talking.

He didn't dare to say anything about rushing up now.

He is irritable and reckless, but not stupid!

His inner alarm bells were beeping and telling him never to step forward.

Go forward, you will die!
He doesn't want to die yet!
"Stand back." At this moment, Hu Lina said in a hoarse voice.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on her, Hu Liena continued to explain: "Right now, although we don't know what they want to do, what we will face next will definitely be a thunderbolt."

"From their actions, it seems that everyone's soul power is concentrated in the body of the person at the front."

"Such a huge soul power cannot be gathered in one person for a long time. So..."

"One blow! As long as we can withstand one blow! They should be defeated by themselves!" Hu Liena said solemnly.

"We retreated to the distance and regrouped. The seven of us defended with all our strength. In addition, our own soul power will be better than theirs, so we may not be unable to resist this blow.

"Nana is right, I agree." Xie Yue nodded.

Yan was silent for a while, then said dully: "Second."

The leading "golden generation" agreed, and the rest naturally had no opinion.

They immediately began to retreat, and did not stop until they retreated not far from the edge of the field. Seven people gathered together and stood in a circle.

Just as they stood in their positions, a figure stepped out of the beam of light.

"That is……"

Left arm armor, right arm armor, breastplate, battle skirt, right leg armor, left leg armor...

Ye Yao, wearing a complete set of blue and white armor, appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Behind him was a blue cloak fluttering slightly in the wind.

Ye Yao smiled at the corner of his mouth, feeling the soul power filling his body, his Adam's apple rolled slightly...

Swallowed the piece of medicinal herb given by Tang San before the start of the match.

Emma, ​​I'm going to crack!
This statement is true in every sense.

Gathering all the soul power of seven people, and after several times of amplification, with the body of Ye Yao Soul Sect level to bear the soul power of Soul Sage level, ordinary people would have exploded long ago!
However, firstly, Ye Yao has a body tempered by fairy grass, and secondly, he absorbed the soul ring four times beyond the limit, and his physical strength far exceeds that of a soul master of the same level, so he can barely withstand this soul power.

According to the master's prediction, among the Shrek people, only Tang San and Ye Yao could barely bear it.

And Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer couldn't be exposed, and the killing of the Blue Silver Grass was seriously insufficient, so it was Ye Yao's turn to bear this burden.

The most important point is that Ye Yao owns Avalon, which can guarantee that there will be no accidents.

Even if there is an accident, he will never die.

If it was Tang San, if there was an accident in the middle, he might really have to belch...

Of course, even so, Tang San also gave Ye Yao a piece of medicinal herb to slightly suppress the passionate soul power in his body, making it easier for Ye Yao to control.

So...Ye Yao came out before and stood there without saying a word, not pretending to be aggressive, but...he was trying to control the soul power in his body, and he couldn't get distracted.

To be honest, he was really a little panicked. If he was suddenly attacked now, he would be a little dangerous. However, on the surface, he was completely calm, still maintaining a charming smile.

This is the so-called, stable as an old dog on the surface, but a flustered one on the inside.

Fortunately, the opponent was not so intelligent, and even retreated to the edge of the field.

Really...

You are such a good opponent, where will we find injuries in the future?Ye Yao couldn't help sighing.

After another two breaths, Ye Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and said comfortably, "I'm fine."

Then he turned his eyes to the people in the Wuhun Hall who were facing a formidable enemy in the distance, and their expressions became joyful.

"I said..." Ye Yao Mingming only spoke softly, but his voice clearly reached the ears of everyone in Wuhun Hall.

"Are you ready...for judgment?"

As a result, everyone in Wuhundian didn't say a word, but their expressions became more and more tense, and even a few spirit rings lit up, blessing themselves.

"Well... this makes me a little embarrassed..." Ye Yao scratched his cheek and said.

As Ye Yao stepped out of the beam of light, the beam of light gradually began to weaken, and now it has completely dissipated, revealing Tang San and the others in it.

Now, all of them collapsed to the ground exhausted.

Dai Mubai rolled his eyes helplessly, and scolded: "Stop pretending, you kid, hurry up! Hurry up! Now Ta Meow is so miserable that I'm dying!"

The exhaustion of soul power and the faint swelling and pain of the meridians made Dai Mubai only think about the end of the game to receive treatment and rest.

Ma Hongjun said in grief and indignation: "Why... it's not me who pretended to beep..."

Tang San's condition was a little better, he forced himself to say: "Hurry up, later things will change."

"Oh, that's fine." Ye Yao nodded, since everyone said so, then let me hurry up.

So, under everyone's gaze, holding the invisible holy sword in his right hand, he said softly, "Wind..."

A gust of wind suddenly surged from Ye Yao's right hand, and everyone could see that with the gust of wind, the holy sword in Ye Yao's right hand gradually revealed his true face.

"How gorgeous..." Ning Fengzhi applauded.

In the previous competitions, the sword in Ye Yao's hand did not show its true face, but it only showed for a few short moments when using the first soul skill.

Never before have you been able to watch for so long.

Sword Douluo also nodded.

During the half-year training with Ye Yao, he had seen the real body of this sword many times, but every time he saw it, he would feel a sense of astonishment in his heart.

At the same time, I felt a little depressed in my heart.

The same is the sword...

Why is this kid so beautiful...

"As long as you see this sword once, I'm afraid you will never forget it in your life." Someone exclaimed.

"It's amazing." Someone echoed.

Bibi Dong looked deeply at this resplendent holy sword, her heart fluctuated slightly.

Is this... a martial soul comparable to a seraphim...

On the competition stage, Ye Yao held the sword in both hands and raised it high above his head.

"It's coming! Everyone be careful!" Xie Yue shouted.

Afterwards, everyone in the Wuhun Hall began to mobilize all their soul power for defense.

"Gather the breath of the stars in the sky, the rush of brilliant life..." Ye Yao declared solemnly.

There are countless golden light spots gathering on the holy sword from all directions.

From the meadow, from the street, from the alley, from the lake.
Countless people looked up at the sky at this moment.

This light is so warm.

And everyone present tensed up...

Are you coming!

In the empty space, someone seemed to be nostalgic and said: "Is it finally about to start?"

"Finally able to... see that brilliance again?"

"That's the king's holy sword!"

Didn't they always follow this ray of light?
After many years, finally again.
This golden light... Bibi Dong was shocked.

In the Angel Temple, Qian Daoliu felt a familiar aura.

"This is... that kid's strength is actually..."

At this time, voices sounded from all over the arena at the same time.

"The shining sword is the sad and lofty dream that all the warriors who died in battle in the past, present, and future had in their hearts before they died."

"He took pride in that belief and carried it through to the end."

This is……

"The power of faith!" Qian Daoliu said the name in shock.

He who has served the God of Angels for many years naturally knows what this power is.

this kid...

And in the field.
"Huh? No? Where did this commentary come from?" Someone said suddenly.

Everyone in the VIP seat was stunned, and then someone waved his hand and asked people to go to the audience to find someone who was talking there.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a frightened face arrived.

"What do you mean by that?" Someone asked seriously.

"My lord... the little one doesn't know!" the man said hastily.

"I don't know? Do you know what the consequences of lying are!" Someone slammed the table and shouted, exuding a faint oppression of soul power.

This person is just a soul master of more than ten levels, and he is in the auxiliary department. He has never seen such a battle before, and he was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

"My lord, what the villain said is true!" The middle-aged man cried.

"The small martial soul is a loudspeaker. Its natural soul power is only half a level, and it will only be a dozen levels of soul power in a lifetime, and it has no fighting ability."

"So, the little one did a little business with other martial soul companions who are also like this."

"Relying on our martial soul, because the voice is loud enough, we help others to be the master of ceremonies..."

"Yesterday, a young man came to us, hoping that we could read a passage during today's game." Having said this, the man frantically took out a piece of paper from his body and handed it to the person in front of him.

When other people saw this piece of paper, they looked at each other, as if it was true...

"Then how do you know it was read at this time?" someone questioned.

"That..." The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and said, "We originally asked that client the same way, but..."

"He said, when the time comes, we will naturally know how to read it."

Everyone looked at such a magnificent scene, and they were all dumbfounded, speechless.

This young man...

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help laughing, Jian Douluo's face was ashen, and he closed his eyes silently.

This evil!

Xue Qinghe covered his face in pain and sighed.

This idiot!

"At this moment, the real name of Miracle among the singers of the Ever Victorious King..." The voice on the field came to the end.

The sword blade in Ye Yao's hand was already shining with golden light, and Ye Yao shouted loudly.

"Next! Ex—"

"calibur (Sword of Promised Victory)!"

A huge golden beam of light rushed out from Ye Yao's sword, heading straight towards the Wuhun Hall.

"It's over..." Hu Liena laughed miserably and gave up resistance.

This force is simply not something they can resist...

This time... I'm dead.

In the next second, the golden beam of light engulfed them all.

(End of this chapter)