Just as the dark dragon's breath became thinner and thinner, the dragon sensed the threat of death. Although he was ready to die, he didn't want it to end this way!

"Roar—"

A roar erupted from the depths of Long Yaoyao's throat. He desperately mobilized the energy in his body, trying to increase the power of the dark dragon's breath.

However, the burst of energy was now his limit. In the case of burning life, the strength he exerts will only get worse and worse.

Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth. The dragon was already on the verge of running out of oil, and even the originally condensed body of the Dark Holy Dragon had become illusory, even transparent.

Finally, the dark dragon's breath could not resist the attack of the sword rain, and the dark pillars of light were drowned in the sea of sword blades, completely annihilated.

"It's over, Dragon."

As he spoke, Su Luoheng waved his hand. The endless stream of sword rain continued to pour down towards the dragon.

Is it finally over?

Although unwilling, it seems to be expected......

Long Xiaoyao looked up at the sword rain that was close at hand, and his eyes showed a sad look.

"Bell, bell, bell—"

In an instant, the long sword struck the huge body of the Dark Holy Dragon, although the scales were abnormally hard. But under such a fierce attack, the scales on its body were broken.

"Aang—"

In the terrible roar of the dragon, black blood splattered. The Dark Holy Dragon's body gradually blurred, drowning in the endless rain of swords.

……

……

The desert was silent, the sky was still dark and gloomy, and countless long swords were scattered in the sand on the desert covered with wind and sand. It's like a hill piled up here.

The massive body of the Dark Holy Dragon was gone, replaced by a human corpse that looked broken by hundreds of long swords pierced by hundreds of swords.

Blood was still dripping down the blade, but there was no breath of life left.

This corpse is none other than Long Xiaoyao. And after losing the soul core, he was powerless to succeed at the last moment, and he could no longer maintain the true body of the martial soul, and was finally buried in the endless rain of swords.

Dragon Emperor Douluo Long is free, falling!

This is the first Extreme Douluo to die under the Infinite Sword System, but it will never be the last.

Before this, no one would have thought that Dragon Emperor Douluo, who had been invincible in the soul master realm for more than 200 years, would die at the hands of a seventeen-year-old boy. And he's just a soul saint.

Su Luoheng walked slowly to the Sword Hill and stopped beside the broken corpse for a long time. His expression was very flat, and he didn't seem to be too happy about his killing of Dragon Emperor Douluo for the time being.

"Dragon Escape, Dragon Emperor Douluo."

"Your time is over."

Long Xiaoyao is a suitable opponent.

And this battle represents the collision of two eras.

The end of one era also means the rise of another. Su Luoheng's victory over Long Xiaoyao also means that his strength has reached the peak of the Douluo Continent at this moment.

After saying this, he stretched out his right hand and flicked it lightly, and the long sword inserted in the corpse turned into a starry light and slowly disappeared. Immediately after, under his control, Long Yaoyao's corpse levitated.

Su Luoheng turned around and walked away.

Behind him, the desert world gradually becomes transparent, and the outline of the real world becomes clearer. It wasn't until Su Luoheng stepped out that the surrounding scene suddenly swirled, and the desert was completely replaced by the real world.

……

……

At the same time, the outside world.

In the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield, although Ye Xishui's strength was stronger than Kong Deming's, with the blessing of the tenth-level soul guide, it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while. There is no time to take care of the evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Sect.

On the other side, as soon as the snow dance and sunshine field opened, it was frozen for thousands of miles. The Demon Forest instantly turned into a world of ice and snow. The evil eye tyrant who was originally fighting at home was sadly urged by the Snow Emperor to oppose the host.

Now, the Snow Emperor, who has successfully condensed the Three Soul Cores, is a well-deserved ceiling of combat power on the Douluo Continent. It is naturally more than enough to fight an evil eye tyrant.

At the same time, Jing Hongchen, Dye Yuming and others were also defeated in the remnants of the Holy Spirit Sect who were steadily besieging and killing them.

However, although the situation at this moment was very unfavorable for the Holy Spirit Sect and the evil soul masters, this group of people still resisted stubbornly and did not break and flee, showing strong combat resilience.

And the reason for this situation is mainly because of the existence of Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Yao. The Holy Spirit Sect, including Ye Xishui, generally believed that he was just careless and trapped.

After all, Long Xiaoyao's strength is well known: it deserves the ceiling of the combat power of the soul master realm. It is only a matter of time before a soul saint is resolved, and there is no chance that something unexpected will happen.

And as long as Long Xiaoyao freed up his hand, a Limit Douluo-level combat power was enough to completely turn the situation around. It's too early to say for sure.

Therefore, although the current situation is the advantage of the Sun and Moon Empire, they have absolute confidence in Long Yaoyao.

At the same time, the Sun and Moon side also had worries about Su Luoheng, after all, no matter how talented he was, he was only a soul saint now, and his strength on paper was like a chasm between him and Long.

Only Emperor Xue has absolute trust in Su Luoheng.

【……】

Time passed quickly in the anxious competition between the two sides, and the battle became more and more intense, and the result of the battle between Su Luoheng and Long Xiaoyao had become the key to determining the outcome of this war.

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, in the place where Su Luoheng and Long disappeared, the space was flooded with layers of ripples, and the desert world overlapped with the real world again. A vague figure could be seen stepping out of it.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by this scene, and even the fierce battle was halted for a few seconds. are all waiting for the final result. They all know exactly what that means.

Finally, the figure slowly became clear, and Su Luoheng, who was dressed in a red plain battle robe, appeared out of thin air and hovered in mid-air.

Although his face was pale and his breath was disordered, he could not hide the domineering and domineering of the king in the slightest. Because what he was carrying in his hand was the corpse of Long Yao!

Long Yaoyao's arms hung down weakly, his whole head drooped, and his whole body was covered with shocking sword marks. There is no life. Apparently it has been falling for a long time.

In an instant, the audience was silent. The expressions of the Holy Spirit Sect members froze suddenly, as if they had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. His face was extremely pale.

The dragon is free, dead?

They simply couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

This, how is this possible?

That's Dragon Emperor Douluo!

Dignified Extreme Douluo died at the hands of a soul saint?

Fake, how could it be Dragon Emperor Douluo?

Just when the evil soul masters were still in a sluggish state, Su Luoheng's next words completely shattered their last glimmer of hope.