Chapter 320 Absolutely impossible!

"It's over!" Tang Ya's voice was cold and firm. Her face looked a little pale due to the excessive consumption of soul power, but the ice in her eyes was enough to freeze everything.

Yuan Gungun's last counterattack, although he tried his best, was still easily resolved by Tang Ya's Blue Silver Grass.

After all, Tang Ya is the Soul Saint, while Yuan Gungun is just the Soul Emperor. There is an insurmountable gap between the two.

Tang Ya waved her fingers gently, and a sharp piece of blue silver grass pierced Yuan Gungun's chest like a poisonous snake spitting a message, instantly piercing his heart.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Yuan Gungun's mouth. His body fell backwards weakly and fell heavily on the ring. The blood instantly dyed the ground red.

"Referee, we surrender this time!" Han Yu's voice sounded in the empty playing field, with a hint of indifference.

The referee nodded and said: "In this case, the Holy Spirit Sect won the third game. Now let's ask the Snow Demon Sect to send a second player."

Yuan Gungun won two, but lost to the third, Tang Ya, which made most people recognize his strength.

Snow Demon Sect's waiting area.

Long Aotian stood up and said, "Let me play in the next game. They are all soul saints. I believe they can improve me a lot."

Han Yu nodded, and that was exactly what he meant.

"In this case, then Brother Aotian, go ahead. You can't lose. If you are defeated by a female soul master, it will not sound good if this is reported back to the sect."

Long Aotian smiled coldly and snorted: "This is absolutely impossible."

After that, he strode towards the competition stage.

"I won't explain the rules anymore. You both stand in your positions and wait for me to announce the start."

Referee Zheng Zhan said loudly.

As time went by, Long Aotian was now twenty years old, just at the age where he could compete.

His cultivation is also at the soul saint level.

He has a tall build, nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and bulging muscles.

He has long brown-red hair parted in the middle, and the hair hanging down on both sides looks extremely soft. He has narrow eyes, cold eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. Although he is not particularly handsome, he seems to have a somewhat evil feeling.

What's even more strange is that his skin is very white, as crystal clear as jade.

There is a faint brilliance flowing under the skin, and every move and every move looks very smooth.

Strong enemy!

Tang Ya had such a judgment in her mind.

Although she was also a Soul Saint, she could feel that the young man in front of her was probably no less powerful than her, or perhaps even stronger.

"Both sides retreat. Prepare to play."

Long Aotian nodded to Tang Ya, not hiding the appreciation in his eyes.

After all, those who can cultivate to become Soul Saints at this age, even evil soul masters, must be among those with powerful talents.

After nodding, Long Aotian turned around and walked towards his own half.

Although there were many damages on the playing stage, in front of him, these damages seemed to not exist at all.

Even when he walked to the crack, there seemed to be something in the air supporting his body, and he walked over so freely.

The moment he turned around, all the previous momentum and pressure against Tang Ya disappeared. Tang Ya's mental power suddenly surged out like a tide, but it seemed to fall into the void. The opponent was clearly right in front of him, but His mental strength had lost its purpose.

The sad feeling made Tang Ya groan, her face flushed, and she suppressed the blood that surged into her throat.

So strong!

Tang Ya understood that she might have met her lifelong enemy.

The Noumenon Sect is indeed one of the most mysterious and powerful sects in the mainland!

This person's cultivation is indeed not on the same level as his own.

He must be the leader of the Noumenon Sect in this competition.

He took a deep breath and calmed down the raging blood in his body. Tang Ya also headed towards the direction.

Tang Ya retreated to the edge of the competition stage and turned back.

Long Aotian had already turned around at this time, and there was no such strong aura from him anymore, but standing there, he seemed to have become one with the entire competition stage.

Heaven and man are one. Has his cultivation level reached the level of harmony between man and nature?

Tang Ya's eyes lit up, this was exactly the level he was pursuing!

Referee Zheng Zhan's loud voice echoed above the competition stage like morning bells and evening drums, announcing the beginning of this battle between dragons and tigers.

Tang Ya took a deep breath, raised her head suddenly, and locked her eyes fiercely on her opponent Long Aotian.

His eyes were sharp and determined, like a cheetah ready to strike at any time.

Tang Ya's seven soul rings rose from his feet like colorful neon lights at this moment. The seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple complemented each other, releasing powerful soul power fluctuations that enveloped the entire competition stage. .

Each soul ring contains powerful energy, as if it will burst out at any time and devour the opponent.

As the soul ring rose, changes began to occur around Tang Ya's body. Bluesilver grass surged out from under his feet like a tide, sweeping towards Long Aotian crazily.

These blue silver grasses are not ordinary plants, but have been blessed by Tang Ya's soul power and have become extremely tough, like flexible poisonous snakes, trying to wrap around Long Aotian tightly.

Facing Tang Ya's menacing attack, Long Aotian stood still as still as a mountain. He slowly raised his hands and made a strange posture in front of his chest. The palm of his right hand was facing left, the fingertips were facing down, and the palm of his left hand was facing right. , with the fingertips upward and the two palms facing each other, forming a strange arc.

With the movements of his hands, a gleaming luster emanated from his body, enveloping his entire body.

This layer of luster is crystal clear, like a piece of flawless jade, exuding a soft but inviolable light.

Under the shroud of luster, Long Aotian seemed to have turned into a lifelike jade sculpture, exuding a sacred and inviolable aura.

At this moment, Tang Ya's blue silver grass came like a violent storm, and with a "buzz" sound, it completely wrapped the "jade sculpture" transformed by Long Aotian, trying to completely restrain him.

However, the moment the Blue Silver Grass touched Long Aotian's body, a layer of dazzling purple-gold light suddenly burst out from his body, like the scorching sun, shining everything around him golden.

This layer of purple-gold light comes fiercely, but it is fleeting, like a flash in the pan, and quickly dissipates in the air.

The shiny luster on Long Aotian's body also became a little scattered, and his body shook slightly, obviously affected by Tang Ya's attack.

Tang Ya on the other side couldn't help but groaned when she saw this scene, with a solemn look on her face. He knew that although his attack had a certain impact on Long Aotian, it did not cause substantial damage to him.

The strength shown by Long Aotian far exceeded his expectations, which made him feel a little pressure. However, Tang Ya was not discouraged by this, but instead inspired him with strong fighting spirit.

His gaze became more determined, and his eyes sparkled with excitement. Because from Long Aotian's defense just now, he sensed an extremely profound and unpredictable realm, which is the highest realm that integrates mental power, soul power, and even the physical body with heaven and earth.

This kind of realm was something Tang Ya had never been exposed to before, and it was also what he dreamed of.

Being able to experience the mystery of this realm in battle was a huge inspiration to Tang Ya.

This is exactly the realm he has been looking for.

This kind of combat experience is really valuable to him. The strength of the opponent was also severely squeezing Tang Ya's own potential.

After Long Aotian blocked the blow, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He tapped his toes lightly on the ground and came straight to Tang Ya as if he was gliding close to the ground.

Circles of soul rings also rose from his feet, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black. Seven soul rings, and more than the best ratio, seven soul rings with four ten thousand year soul rings.

Apart from Tang Ya, only Tang Ya can achieve this kind of soul ring matching even among the Holy Spirit Sect.

Tang Ya finally understood why the pressure brought by his opponent was so strong. Long Aotian's strength had indeed reached a terrifying level that he had never seen before.

Seven rings! Soul Saint.

Same as her, but not at the same level of strength at all.

It's like the difference between elites and ordinary soul masters.

Long Aotian was not the first soul saint level powerhouse to appear in this competition. The last one to appear was the three-legged golden toad soul master Xiao Hongchen.

But many people can guess that Xiao Hongchen was able to achieve the seventh-ring cultivation level mostly through drugs and some special means.

It may even be achieved by overstimulating one's own potential at the expense of future improvement speed.

Is this Long Aotian in front of me?

Of course not. He was born in the Noumenon Sect and had already entered the realm of unity between man and nature. How could he reach such a realm through drug enhancement?

His cultivation was obviously achieved through his own hard work. And such a soul saint is a soul saint born in the Noumenon Sect. How terrible!

Four thousand-year soul rings, this level of soul rings has even surpassed that of Bupo Douluo beside him.

Zheng Zhan only has four thousand-year soul rings.

In Noumenon Sect, there is such a strong person among the younger generation.

Everyone's expressions changed greatly.

Even on the podium, the auras of Prince Xu Tianran, Jing Hongchen and the mysterious Imperial Master fluctuated after seeing the seven soul rings rising from Long Aotian's body.

Before Long Aotian's appearance, Qiu'er was known as the first person in this competition and the representative with the strongest personal combat effectiveness.

But at this time, although Long Aotian has not really taken action, anyone with a discerning eye understands that his level must be higher than Qiu'er.

I just don’t know what his martial spirit is.

Long Aotian's figure flashed like a breeze passing over the water. In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of a hundred meters and came to Tang Ya.

He didn't use any soul power, but simply raised his right hand lightly and made a seemingly gentle gesture towards Tang Ya.

However, this seemingly insignificant action caused the entire competition stage to tremble in an instant.

Tang Ya only felt an invisible and powerful pressure coming from all directions, as if the whole world had become Long Aotian's weapon. The air, sunlight, and even the space itself all carried a heavy sense of oppression, making her Almost out of breath.

Tang Ya's pupils shrank slightly. She felt that Long Aotian's blow was not aimed at her body, but at the full suppression of her spirit and will, trying to completely defeat her before the battle began.

Faced with this invisible and powerful pressure, Tang Ya not only did not feel fear, but instead aroused a raging fighting spirit. Her eyes flashed with excitement, as if she saw an unprecedented challenge.

She took a deep breath, circulated her soul power to the extreme, slowly raised her right hand, and clenched her five fingers into a fist.

As she moved, a strong golden light burst out from her body, covering her whole body in a golden glow.

Then, a huge golden figure emerged from behind her. It was a slender female figure with three pairs of golden wings on her back. Her face was blurred, but she exuded a sacred and inviolable aura.

The moment the golden figure appeared, the invisible pressure released by Long Aotian suddenly lightened, as if blocked by something.

The golden figure slowly raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and faced Long Aotian's palm head-on.

Two palms, one white and one gold, collided silently in the air. There was no earth-shattering roar, nor violent energy fluctuations. Only circles of visible ripples spread out from the two palms.

The golden and white jade-colored light intertwined to form a strange and beautiful pattern. In the center of the pattern, the two palms seemed to be frozen in time, and no one could move forward.

However, this tranquility lasted only for less than a moment. The next moment, the two forces burst out at the same time, turning into two light curtains of different colors, violently colliding and impacting on the competition stage, making a deafening roar.

Tang Ya stood still, but the golden figure behind her shattered like glass at the moment the light curtain burst, and finally dissipated in the air.

Long Aotian stood there motionless, but in his eyes, he revealed an unconcealed surprise.

This is definitely not a soul skill, but a combat skill. But what exactly is this combat skill?

No one can know.

Long Aotian's heart trembled, feeling a strong threat, his steps changed, and he quickly took a step back. He raised his right arm high, his five fingers together, like a sharp long sword, pointing directly to the sky. In an instant, a milky white light surged out of his body, quickly spreading to his entire arm, rendering his entire body with a layer of jade-like brilliance. At the same time, behind him, the air twisted violently, as if an invisible force was compressing and condensing, vaguely forming a huge twisted long sword phantom, exuding a heart-pounding sharp breath.

"Chi——"

Long Aotian swung his arm down, and the twisted long sword phantom formed by compressed air behind him also chopped down, making a sharp whistle, as if it was going to tear the space apart. (End of this chapter)