Douluo's first sword

boom!boom!boom!

Mountains exploded, ancient cities collapsed, and waves of terrifying soul power storms swept down from the sky, destroying everything on the ground.

After a whole night of fierce fighting, the war finally entered a fever pitch.

The Tiandou coalition forces suffered heavy casualties and were filled with mourners. They were unable to withstand the offensive of the undead army and were about to be completely wiped out.

"Jiejie, go to hell, you little human brat!"

A skeleton general laughed ferociously, and his sharp bone claws tore through the air and hit Yu Tianheng's back hard. A stream of bright red blood spilled out. Yu Tianheng screamed and fell heavily onto a tree. Under the ancient tree, life and death are unknown.

"Tianheng!"

Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes were red, tears were flying, and she smashed three or five skeleton soldiers in front of her with one punch, and ran desperately towards the place where Yu Tianheng collapsed.

However, as soon as she ran to Yu Tianheng's side, she was pierced by a speeding bone spear, and fell helplessly next to Yu Tianheng.

"Yanzi, Tianheng, you won't die, I will help you treat them now!"

Ye Lingling's pretty face was sad, her eyes were red, and she quickly released the Jiuxin Haitang martial spirit, trying to treat the seriously injured Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan, but just after Jiu Xin Haitang was released, the light was extremely dim, and there was a faint milky white color. The light rippled and suddenly disappeared.

She was startled, looking at Jiuxin Haitang who had disappeared in her palm, a trace of despair appeared on her pretty face. After such a long battle, Jiu Xin Haitang had treated countless Tiandou wounded, but her soul power was also extremely overdrawn. Now even the martial spirit cannot be released!

The Tiandou Allied Forces were able to sustain themselves for a whole night under the fierce attack of the undead army. It can be said that Ye Lingling took the greatest credit! If it weren't for her Jiuxin Haitang's continuous treatment of the wounded, the Tiandou coalition would have been defeated long ago.

But now, Ye Lingling was exhausted, her soul power was exhausted, and she finally couldn't support enough and fell to the ground from exhaustion.

Before she passed out, she took one last reluctant look at her companions and found that Yu Feng, Shi Shi and others were covered in blood and bruises, struggling to hold on under the siege of hundreds of meters of skeleton soldiers. Ye Lingling's heart was filled with despair.

"It's over, we're all over..."

A trace of sadness appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face. His white robe was stained with blood, his hair was messy, and his body was covered with blood and dirt. He no longer looked as graceful as before. He looked at the dense army of undead around him, filled with grief, knowing that they would definitely lose. Well, being eliminated is only a matter of time.

The Tiandou Allied Forces were defeated like a mountain, and more than half of their soldiers were injured or killed. The rest of the remaining soldiers were surrounded by an endless army of undead, and were about to be annihilated.

The Tiandou Empire is facing a catastrophe.

Endless despair enveloped all Tiandou soldiers!

……

Above the sky.

Fang Xuan's black hair was stained with blood and his body was covered with bruises. He was floating quietly in the air. His eyes gradually dimmed as he looked at his fallen friends and confidants on the ground.

Lost, really going to lose.

He had anticipated the defeat of the Tiandou Alliance Army, and it was already remarkable that he could survive until now. The battle between him and the War of Desire had also entered a fever pitch.

In the fierce battle throughout the night, Fang Xuan's soul power was consumed too much, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage under the offensive of the God of Desire, and was likely to be defeated.

It’s so difficult to kill a god!

Fang Xuan sighed. The gap in strength between him and the hundred-level gods was still too big. He had tried his best in this battle, but he still couldn't kill the God of Desire. If he lost, no one from Tiandou's side would survive. , all must die.

"Haha, Fang Xuan, your end has come. Now kneel down and beg for mercy. I can spare your life, refine you into a supreme undead, lead this undead army, and conquer the world with me, how about it?!"

The God of Desire has thick blond hair and an arrogant expression. He crossed his arms and stared at Fang Xuan coldly. He had an arrogant aura of being the only one in the world.

Although his injuries were about the same as Fang Xuan's, and their combat prowess was similar, the god level was the god level. His divine power was as vast as the ocean, endless, and his divine body was also extremely strong, almost indestructible, so over time, He gradually gained the upper hand and began to suppress Fang Xuan.

"Begging for mercy? Haha, don't worry, even if I die, I will still use you as my backer!"

Fang Xuan's eyes gradually turned red, and he looked a little crazy. He took a breath of soul power, waved the demon sword, and transformed into a human-shaped lightning strike with the God of Desire.

This knife struck hard on the fist of the God of Desire, making a thunderous sound, but it was a pity that it could not cut off his arm!

"I can feel that your power is weakening."

The God of Desire shot out two golden rays from his eyes, roared, and violent divine power burst out from his fist, forcefully deflecting the demon knife and sending Fang Xuan flying away.

"puff……"

Fang Xuan coughed up blood, his face turned pale, and his body fell like a meteorite, hitting the ground heavily, leaving a huge pit with a diameter of a hundred meters on the ground.

He was in severe pain all over his body, his breath was extremely weak, and he was seriously injured, making it difficult to continue fighting.

"Fang Xuan, it would be too painful to let you die like this. I will torture you slowly, and then imprison your soul into the abyss of desire, and taste endless pain forever! Let you know that for a person The price of disrespecting the gods!”

The God of Desire sneered, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at Fang Xuan who fell on the ground, as if looking at a humble ant, his eyes full of teasing and cruelty.

"Oh, is that the end of it?"

Fang Xuan lay helplessly on the ground, looking at the God of Desire in the sky, feeling a sense of despair in his heart.

At this moment, the demon sword's slender blade suddenly trembled, and an ethereal voice sounded from it.

"Owner!"

"Demon spirit, are you awake?!" Fang Xuan was slightly startled, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. This familiar voice was the spirit of the demon sword.

"Yes, during your battle with the God of Desire, the demon sword absorbed a large amount of the blood of the gods and recovered a lot of strength. As a result, I woke up from my deep sleep."

The demon spirit quietly explained: "Master, I have sensed your crisis, and now I can help you unlock the true form of the demon sword!"

"The true posture of the demon sword?!" Fang Xuan was a little surprised.

"Yes, the origin of the Demon Sword is extremely mysterious. It is a powerful main artifact, but it has been severely damaged in the past. Its current form is not the strongest attacking state. When I unlock the Demon Sword's true posture for you , the power of the demon sword will increase tenfold, and you will have a chance to defeat the God of Desire. However, the power of the demon sword is not very sufficient now. Remember, you only have one chance, one sword!" the demon spirit said solemnly.

"One chance of stabbing... is enough!"

Fang Xuan's pupils suddenly opened, shooting out two bloody lightning bolts, and the hope of survival once again ignited in his heart.

With a stubborn look on his face, he struggled to stand up from the ground, holding the demon sword with both hands, and following the spell told to him by the demon spirit, he shouted loudly: "Free it, kill the demon sword!"