At the same time, a strong white light burst out from his body, rushing straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption, tearing a huge crack in the originally clear sky, and dyeing half of the sky a dazzling white.

The powerful air wave, centered on Han Yu, swept in all directions like a tsunami. The surrounding trees swayed violently like catkins in the wind under this force, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

The leaves were picked up by the strong wind and spun wildly in the air, forming green tornadoes.

The ground beneath his feet began to crack, spreading out into countless spider-web-like cracks. The gravel was shaken into the air, tumbling and jumping in the air.

A biting cold air spread at an alarming speed, the temperature around suddenly dropped, and a biting chill filled the air.

Even the ground beneath one's feet was frozen into a thin layer of frost at this moment. Where the cold rain was, it seemed as if even the space was distorted by this powerful force, turning it into a world of white. The temperature dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, making people feel as if they were in an extremely cold place.

However, the most frightening thing was the nine spirit rings of different colors on his body, two yellow, two purple, two black, and three red. The nine spirit rings moved slowly around his body, giving off a suffocating feeling of oppression.

Who would have thought that Han Yu actually possessed three hundred thousand year spirit rings. This terrifying talent was enough to make the entire continent tremble!

And that bluish-white sword, from the moment the soul ring appeared, instantly released a huge momentum, and a monstrous flame gushed out from the sword body, as if to tear everything around it into pieces, even shattering the air.

A hundred thousand year soul ring!
Zilong took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, his eyes became extremely solemn, and his deep eyes seemed to contain infinite power.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a long, earth-shaking roar from the depths of his throat. The sound was as deafening as the roar of a dragon or a tiger, and even the air around him seemed to tremble slightly.

The next moment, he suddenly exerted force with his legs, and the whole person rose from the ground like an arrow and rushed straight into the sky.

At the same time, a strong black light burst out from his body, sweeping over him like a volcanic eruption, enveloping him entirely.

This black light was extremely overbearing. Wherever it passed, even the air made crackling sounds as if it could not bear the weight. It brought with it an unparalleled aura, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

The black light spread at an alarming speed, and in a flash, it turned the sky above the heads of the people in the North Country into a deep ink color, competing with the white light released by the cold rain.
A strange black-and-white scene was formed in the sky, as mysterious as the Tai Chi diagram. In the black light, Zilong's body was also undergoing earth-shaking changes.

His body expanded rapidly, accompanied by the crackling of bones, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a behemoth over 40 meters tall, as majestic as a mountain.

He has an extremely strong bull body, covered with layers of black scales as hard as rocks, full of explosive power.

His head turned into a ferocious dragon head, and his two huge dragon eyes like copper bells flashed with a terrifying cold light, as if they could see through everything.

The sharp dragon claws sparkled with a metallic luster, as if they could easily tear through steel.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of coral-like dragon horns on his head, which are five meters long and exude an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

A strong black light burst out, and the nine soul rings turned into light circles that hovered up and down between the pair of dragon horns that were five meters away.

Black Bull Dragon!
A top-level sub-dragon martial spirit.

Has the blood of dragon.

This kind of martial soul can evolve. By removing the cow part, it can be transformed into a real dragon and its combat power will increase instantly.

But it was obvious that Zilong did not evolve it successfully.

But just this alone is already a top-level martial spirit.

"Boy, you have extraordinary talent, but it's a pity that you are not from the north."

The huge dragon head slowly lowered, and Zilong's huge eyes looked at the cold rain below, with a hint of regret in his tone.

Han Yu heard it clearly. The low voice was mixed with a hint of the unique roar of a dragon, which made his eardrums buzz.

He looked up at Zilong, and saw a complex light flashing in those huge dragon eyes.

Han Yu smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said: "Senior, you can't say that. Soon, we may become one nation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple dragon's huge body shook violently, and the originally calm dragon face was instantly covered with angry scales, and each scale reflected a heart-pounding cold light.

"How dare you!" Zilong roared, his voice resounding through the heavens and earth like thunder, shaking the surrounding space so much that it seemed to tremble.

"How dare you treat me with such contempt? I won't let you off today!"

He was burning with rage, and as he swung his huge dragon claws, a strong wind whistled, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

"I will capture you, and then find you dozens of concubines. When they become pregnant with your child, I will kill you!"

Zilong roared, and his huge body rushed towards Hanyu like an arrow.

The wind was howling wildly, making Han Yu's clothes rustle and his hair fly.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. This old guy really has a special liking for him!

"Is this because of his genes?"

Han Yu secretly complained in his heart, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. He drew out the Qinghan sword in his hand, making a crisp sword sound, and pointed it straight to the sky.

The next moment, his body turned into a stream of light, and he rushed towards Zilong facing the terrifying pressure.

"Boom!" A deafening roar suddenly exploded in the sky. Within a radius of a hundred miles, the entire sky changed color because of their fight. One side was pale white, and the other side was domineering black.

Each occupied one side of the sky, and where the two colors intersected, the battle between Han Yu and Zilong was surging.

This is truly a terrifying competition that changes heaven and earth!

In mid-air, the black bull dragon transformed by the purple dragon rushed forward fiercely, and the black light behind it blasted towards Han Yu like a huge wave.

Han Yu, holding the Qinghan Sword in his hand, ran in the air with big strides, and faced the enemy without any retreat.

With a loud bang, the two collided in mid-air.

At this moment, whether on the South Country or the North Country side, all the powerful men who were originally floating in the air quickly fell down and landed back on the ground.

The terrifying pressure instantly descended from the sky, and lasted until it reached a hundred meters above the ground before dissipating. This was not due to the inability of the two powerful men in the air, but the result of their deliberate control.

After all, no one wanted to hurt their own people. Despite this, the soldiers on the ground were still shaky and pale.

The terrifying pressure was like the sky falling. Was this the duel between top masters?
It turns out that human power can reach such a terrifying level.

The two mighty forces collided violently in mid-air, bursting out with dazzling light, illuminating the entire sky like blooming fireworks.

"Ninth soul skill, a sword of light shining coldly across the nine states!"

Han Yu's voice exploded like thunder, and the Qinghan sword in his hand flew out, swollen by the wind, and in an instant turned into a forty-meter-long giant sword. The sword body exuded a chilling cold air, as if it would freeze everything in the world.

The white cold air covered the sword energy like a veil, emitting a heart-pounding chill. Han Yu held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised it high, and suddenly slashed at the purple dragon that had transformed into a black dragon.

This sword seemed to tear the sky apart. Countless dark cracks spread in the air and then healed quickly, as if they had never appeared.

"Roar!" Zilong let out a deafening roar, and his ninth soul ring shone brightly. His body was covered in thick black light, and his bull body quickly faded away, replaced by pitch-black dragon scales.

His body continued to stretch in the black light, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a black dragon hundreds of meters long, covering the sky and the sun, with tremendous power.

Its huge golden eyes looked down coldly at the white giant sword that was coming towards it. A ball of black light condensed in its mouth, emitting a disgusting stench.

"Breath of the Black Dragon!"

Zilong let out an angry roar, and a thick black light suddenly spurted out of his mouth, turning into a black beam of light, which rushed head-on towards the sword energy that Hanyu had slashed out like lightning.

Wherever the black light passed, the space was violently distorted, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound, as if it was going to corrode everything.

"Boom!" A deafening roar resounded through the heaven and earth. The two forces collided violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light, as if a small sun exploded in the air, and the air waves rolled in all directions.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, Han Yu's sword energy and Zi Long's black dragon breath collided fiercely, making a harsh friction sound. The sword energy was extremely sharp, and the black light was extremely corrosive. The two were in a stalemate, and neither was willing to give in.

Zilong was indeed a long-established Extreme Douluo with unfathomable strength. As for Hanyu, a newly promoted Extreme Douluo, everyone thought that he could not possibly be Zilong's opponent.

However, Han Yu managed to block Zilong's attack, which made everyone feel unbelievable.

Han Yu gritted his teeth and maintained the posture of swinging the sword. He could feel a powerful force constantly impacting his sword energy, making his arm numb and his palms aching slightly.

Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the sword, making a slight hissing sound.

Opposite him, the black light around Zilong's body became increasingly brighter, like a black sun.

Every time he exhaled a breath of dragon, the surrounding space would tremble, and the black light would expand a little.

Han Yu's vision was blurred by the black light. He tried hard to see the scene in front of him clearly, but could only see a distorted light and shadow.

His ears were filled with a deafening roar, which was the wail of space under the impact of powerful energy.

He could even smell a burning smell in the air; it was his sword energy being corroded by the black dragon's breath.

"Senior, your strength is not that good?"

In order to cover up his inner uneasiness, Han Yu pretended to be calm and spoke, his voice seemed a little erratic amid the violent spatial vibrations.

When Zilong heard Han Yu's words, he snorted with disdain and said, "My strength is not that good?"

He took a step forward suddenly, and the space around him was rippling like the surface of water. "Boy, if you have the ability, break my dragon breath before you say this."

"Your sword energy is almost corroded."

As Zilong's voice fell, Han Yu felt an even stronger pressure coming. He hurriedly and frantically injected the soul power in his body into the sword energy, trying to resist the erosion of the black dragon's breath.

He stared fixedly at the intersection of sword energy and black light. There, the originally dazzling sword energy was being swallowed up bit by bit by the black light, making a sizzling sound.

Han Yu's heart sank gradually. He knew that if he continued like this, his sword energy would be completely corroded sooner or later. By then, only failure would be waiting for him.

"Boy, this is your strongest move, right? I've already told you, as a junior, don't think that you are invincible just because you have achieved the Limit Douluo."

Zilong's voice was full of sarcasm. As he spoke, he increased the output of his soul power. The black dragon breath became more violent, as if it was going to swallow up the entire space.

The people watching the battle were so nervous when they saw this scene. The middle-aged man who was leading the battle couldn't help but look at the cold light beside him, with a hint of worry and anxiety in his tone:
"Master Han Guang, what should we do?"

"It seems that Lord Han Yu is at a disadvantage."

Han Guang had a calm expression, and looked deeply at the battle in the air. He didn't seem to care about the current situation. He said calmly:

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning."

At this moment, the cold rain, which was originally shaky and seemed like it would fall from the sky at any time, suddenly became quiet.

He closed his eyes, and his violently shaking body seemed to lose all its strength in an instant and completely relaxed.

He took a deep breath, his chest puffed up high, then slowly fell down, as if isolating himself from everything around him.

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd watching the fight. They stared at Han Yu intently, their hearts filled with confusion and worry.

Han Yu slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes, and his face, which had been distorted by pain, regained its calm, replaced by a look of determination and firmness.

He whispered softly, and although his voice was gentle, it was clearly heard by everyone and echoed in the silent battlefield:

"One sword energy is indeed not enough to stop you, so what about thousands of them?"

His voice became louder and louder, and his tone became more and more determined, finally turning into a roar:

"Soul bone fusion technique, ten thousand swords return to their origin!"

As his voice sounded, a hair-raising scene appeared!

Behind Han Yu, countless giant sword shadows appeared out of thin air, so densely packed that they almost covered the entire sky.

Although these giant sword shadows look illusory and seem to disappear at any time, the sharp aura they exude leaves no doubt about their power. (End of this chapter)