Chapter 326 The Sixth Soul Skill! Polar Blizzard!

No one noticed that Huo Yuhao's eighth soul ring was shining slightly, emitting a faint golden light, echoing the golden light from afar...

Long Aotian's face, which was originally arrogant, was now completely occupied by solemnity.

His eyes were fixed on Huo Yuhao. The golden light that burst out from Huo Yuhao was like a sharp blade, piercing his soul fiercely.

It was a pain that penetrated deep into his bones, as if it was going to tear his soul apart.

Long Aotian's heart was alarmed. The speed of the golden light was incredibly fast, and he didn't give him any chance to dodge.

He wanted to mobilize all his soul power to resist, but found that the golden light seemed to ignore his defense and directly penetrated his body soul power and approached his body.

In this life-and-death moment, Long Aotian didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, but instead a strong desire to fight rose.

He was confident of his strong strength and rarely met an opponent among his peers. He even disdained to use the invincible shield, which he thought was almost a surrender.

As a leader of the younger generation of the Body Sect, he firmly believed that the power of the martial soul was far superior to the soul guide, and firmly believed that only one's own strong strength was truly strong.

Facing this unavoidable attack, he decided to resist it!

The white light protecting Long Aotian's body was the powerful energy released after his martial soul awakened for the second time, but it was as fragile as thin paper in front of this golden light.

The golden light easily pierced the white light protecting the body, and the powerful energy exploded instantly like a punctured ball, turning into countless tiny white light spots, drifting around like snow all over the sky.

Long Aotian groaned, and his body trembled violently, as if he was suffering from great pain.

The white light on his body surged violently, trying to condense into defense again, but it collapsed again and again under the impact of the golden light.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, drawing a miserable arc in the air. He looked at Huo Yuhao in front of him in disbelief, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes were full of shock and confusion.

Obviously, his strength was far superior to Huo Yuhao, so why was he forced into such a situation?

However, the battle did not stop because of Long Aotian's shock.

After Huo Yuhao emitted that golden light, the purple light and shadow that originally condensed in front of him also dissipated.

His face turned pale and his body was shaky. Obviously, this attack also exhausted his strength.

Long Aotian endured the severe pain, shook his body, and spurted out another mouthful of reverse blood.

This mouthful of blood turned into countless tiny blood arrows in the air, flying around like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and fell to the ground, actually corroding the hard ground into bottomless small holes.

Long Aotian felt dizzy, and the figure of Huo Yuhao in front of him seemed to become blurred.

He staggered back a few steps, and with one hand on the edge of the ring, he barely stabilized his body. He gasped heavily, and every breath was accompanied by a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked down and saw that his shirt on his chest had been stained with blood, which was shocking.

Long Aotian gritted his teeth and tried to calm the surging blood in his body, but he could feel that there was not much soul power left in his body.

He raised his head and looked at Huo Yuhao with a serious look, and his heart was full of shock.

He knew that he was injured, and seriously injured. Although he did not beat Huo Yuhao, Long Aotian had done his best.

He even used the second awakening of his body spirit. He could not beat him. This was the gap in hard power.

At this time, a tall figure jumped onto the stage and supported the shaky Long Aotian. It was Yuan Gungun, who asked with concern: "Brother Aotian, how are you?"

Long Aotian forced a smile and said weakly: "I'm fine, just a little injured."

"You still say you're fine, but you're still trying to be brave even in this state." Yuan Gungun said, "Come, I'll help you go down and rest."

Long Aotian shook his head and said: "No, I want to see more."

Yuan Gungun wanted to persuade him again, but seeing the persistence in Long Aotian's eyes, he had to give up. He helped Long Aotian to the edge of the ring and asked him to sit down.

Han Yu watched this fight between dragons and tigers, and his heart was calm. He already knew Long Aotian's strength. Although he lost, he was still honorable. Next, it was his turn to play. He slowly stood up, walked to Long Aotian, and said softly: "Brother Aotian, you have tried your best, leave it to me next." His voice was gentle and firm, with a reassuring power.

Long Aotian was already at the end of his strength, but he still stood straight. He nodded gratefully when he heard Han Yu's words and said, "Please, Young Master." After that, he slowly stepped aside and left the stage to this powerful successor.

Han Yu patted Long Aotian on the shoulder to show encouragement and comfort. Then, he turned and walked to the center of the ring. Every step was steady and powerful, as if he was carrying a huge force. His eyes met Huo Yuhao in the air. Between the two, an invisible fighting spirit was spreading, and the air seemed to solidify.

On the competition stage, Zheng Zhan, who had just witnessed such a wonderful game, showed a bit of melancholy in his eyes. He was moved by the fighting spirit of Long Aotian and his opponent, but he still had to continue to officiate the game. He coughed lightly to remind the two players that the game was about to begin.

"You're here!" Huo Yuhao stood on the competition stage and looked at Han Yuyao, his eyes full of expectation and fighting spirit. He knew that he was about to face an extremely powerful opponent, but he was fearless.

"I'm here, why, you should know that with me here, you're done." Han Yu smiled slightly, and a hint of inexplicable color flashed in his eyes. His tone was calm, but full of confidence, as if he was telling an unchangeable fact.

Huo Yuhao nodded seriously and said, "Of course I know, but I want to see your full-victory strength." He was eager to fight with the strong, even if he knew he would lose, he had to try his best. This was his martial arts spirit.

"Let me see how much difference there is between us." Huo Yuhao's voice was firm and powerful. He was eager to find the gap between himself and the top strong through this battle, so as to continuously improve himself.

"Oh?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows, "You want to see my full-victory strength?" There was a hint of playfulness in his tone, as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Okay, let's see if you can force me to use it." Han Yu's voice was full of pride. He was confident that his strength was unmatched, but could Huo Yuhao force him to show his true strength?

Looking at the two people reminiscing about the past like old acquaintances, the corners of referee Zheng Zhan's mouth twitched slightly. This is a competition, not a place for you to chat. He coughed lightly and reminded: "Ahem, both players are in place, this is a competition, and the audience can't wait." The implication is that if you can do it, do it as soon as possible, and don't force it anymore.

"I'm looking forward to it!" Han Yu nodded to Huo Yuhao and turned to walk to the back. He needs a larger space to show his strength.

At Han Yu's strength, Huo Yuhao actually poses no threat to him. Therefore, there is no plan to kill him. I just hope that he can grow faster under his oppression.

"I will." A trace of determination flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. Now he has reached the Soul Douluo level. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and heartbeat, and adjusted his own state to the best.

He didn't believe it. Even if he couldn't beat Han Yu, at least he could know Han Yu's strongest strength. "Start!" With the referee's order, the game began.

Huo Yuhao tapped the ground with his toes, and his figure shot out in the direction of Han Yu like an arrow from a string. His speed was so fast that in just a blink of an eye, he had crossed the distance between the two and came in front of Han Yu.

At the same time, eight soul rings rose from his feet. One white, one yellow, one purple, five black, and eight soul rings of different colors reflected each other behind him, releasing a dazzling light. A powerful momentum unique to Soul Douluo burst out from him and swept the entire competition stage.

On the other hand, Han Yu, facing Huo Yuhao's fierce attack, he seemed particularly calm and unhurried. He just slowly raised his right hand and gently clenched his fist. An invisible aura emanated from his body, competing with Huo Yuhao's aura.

Then, seven soul rings slowly rose from his feet. One purple, three black, and three red. The seven soul rings circled and danced behind him, releasing dazzling light, illuminating the entire competition stage.

The most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the three scarlet hundred thousand year soul rings. They exuded a terrifying aura that made people's heart palpitate, as if they came from ancient beasts, making people daunted.

"Hundred thousand year soul rings, or three, another soul saint, or a soul saint with three hundred thousand year soul rings..."

Everyone stood up at the same time, staring at Han Yu on the competition stage with wide eyes, looking at him in disbelief. They were full of shock, confusion, puzzlement, and a trace of fear.

Why would someone have such a configuration? This is simply unheard of, unseen, and unbelievable!

On the rostrum, Xu Tianran's body trembled violently. His face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of fear and fear.

"This boy is so terrifying."

He sighed in his heart that people like Han Yu might become his great enemy in the future, and even threaten the safety of the entire Sun Moon Empire.

On the side, the face of the national teacher was uncertain, his brows were furrowed, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This reminded him of some bad things before, some things he deliberately forgot. Jing Hongchen smiled at the corners of his mouth, looking at Han Yu with appreciation. He nodded slightly, and seemed to be very satisfied with Han Yu's performance.

Others, whether contestants or spectators, looked unbelievable. They were deeply shocked by the strength shown by Han Yu.

On the side of the Snow Demon Sect, the faces of the Lan sisters were flushed with excitement. Although they had seen it many times, they couldn't help getting excited every time they saw this scarlet 100,000-year soul ring.

Huo Yuhao's eyes were fixed on Han Yu, and a storm was rising in his heart.

Han Yu's strength had always been a mountain in his heart. Now, he finally saw the tip of the iceberg of this mountain, but found that this tip of the iceberg was so shocking and powerless.

The spirit ring that transcended the rules, like a miracle of power, deeply shocked his heart. "Is this where you are strong?"

This question was more like a question Huo Yuhao asked himself.

He was desperately pursuing the peak of power, but the destined opponent in front of him had already stepped into a realm that he could not reach.

A sneer appeared on Han Yu's lips, as if he saw through the shock in Huo Yuhao's heart.

He slowly raised his left hand, and his white and slender fingers gently pressed in the air, as if controlling the fate of the whole world.

At the same time, his sixth soul ring, the scarlet red soul ring, suddenly shone brightly.

The red light, like a gaze from the abyss, instantly enveloped the entire competition stage in a cold shadow.

"Not good!" Huo Yuhao's heart was alarmed, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart like a tide.

His forward steps suddenly paused, and his body instinctively tensed up, ready to face the storm. He knew that Han Yu's real killer move was about to come!

The next moment, Han Yu shouted in a low voice, like thunder: "Sixth soul skill, polar blizzard! Welcome the funeral of winter!"

As soon as the voice fell, the clear sky suddenly changed!

The originally cloudless sky suddenly became as dark as ink, as if an invisible big hand pulled the endless darkness down from the sky.

Then, snowflakes, light and cold, fell from the sky, like countless white elves, dancing in the air.

However, these beautiful snowflakes were deadly cold.

The surrounding air was frozen into ice crystals the moment it touched the snowflakes, making a crisp sound.

On the competition stage, the originally hard bluestone ground was covered with a thick layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was covered with a crystal clear ice armor.

In just a few breaths, the entire competition stage turned into a world of ice and snow.

Whoosh! The biting cold wind swept in at some point, bringing with it the breath of ice and snow, raging wildly across the entire competition arena.

Large flakes of snow, wrapped in the cold wind, poured down from the sky like a violent storm, so fast that it was hard to keep up.

The competition arena was soon completely engulfed by a vast expanse of white ice and snow, as if it had turned into a polar ice field, cold, lonely, and full of the breath of death.

"It's so cold, this temperature, even my Soul Douluo cultivation can't withstand it?" (End of this chapter)