At the same time, a strong white light erupted from his body, shooting straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption, tearing a huge crack in the originally clear sky, dyeing half of the sky a dazzling white.
The powerful air wave centered on Han Yu and swept away in all directions like a tsunami. In front of this force, the surrounding trees swayed violently like catkins in the wind, making a tooth-breaking creaking sound. .
The leaves were picked up by the strong wind and swirled wildly in the air, forming green tornadoes.
The ground under his feet was cracked inch by inch, with countless spider web-like cracks spreading out. The gravel was shaken up, rolling and jumping in the air.
A biting cold air spread at an alarming speed, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and a biting chill filled the air.
Even the ground under your feet was frozen with a thin layer of frost at this moment. Where the cold rain was, it seemed that even the space was distorted by this powerful force, turning it into a vast white world. The temperature was reflected by the naked eye. The visible speed drops rapidly, making people feel like they are in an extremely cold place.
However, the most heart-stopping thing is the nine soul rings of different colors on his body, two yellow, two purple, two black, and three red. The nine soul rings are slowly beating around his body. Exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
Who would have thought that Han Yu actually possesses three hundred thousand year soul rings. This terrifying talent is enough to make the entire continent tremble!
As for the blue-white long sword, from the moment the soul ring appeared, its momentum instantly exploded, and a monstrous arrogance spurted out from the sword body, as if it was going to tear everything around it into pieces. The fragments seemed to shatter even the air.
One hundred thousand year soul ring!
Zilong took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, his eyes became extremely solemn, and his deep eyes seemed to contain infinite power.
He raised his head suddenly, and an earth-shaking roar came from deep in his throat. The sound was as deafening as the roar of dragons and tigers, and even the surrounding air seemed to be shaken slightly.
The next moment, his legs suddenly exerted force, and his whole body shot up from the ground like an arrow from a string, shooting straight into the sky.
At the same time, a strong black light erupted from his body, sweeping across like a volcanic eruption, covering his entire body.
This black light was so overbearing that wherever it passed, even the air made an overwhelming crackling sound, carrying an unparalleled aura that seemed to swallow up the whole world.
The black light spread rapidly at an alarming speed, instantly rendering the sky above everyone in the North into a deep ink color, competing with the white light released by the cold rain,
forming a clear black and white picture high in the sky. The wonderful scenery is as mysterious and unpredictable as the Tai Chi diagram. In the black light, Zilong's body was also undergoing earth-shaking changes.
His body expanded rapidly, and with the crackling of his bones, he turned into a behemoth over forty meters tall in the blink of an eye, as majestic and majestic as a mountain.
He has an extremely strong body, covered with layers of black scales as hard as rock, full of explosive power.
His head turned into a ferocious dragon head, and two huge dragon eyes like copper bells flashed with a frightening cold light, as if they could penetrate everything.
The sharp dragon claws shone with a metallic sheen, as if they could tear steel easily.
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.
Intense black light burst out, and nine soul rings turned into apertures, hovering up and down between the pair of dragon horns five meters away.
Black Bull Dragon!
A top-notch sub-dragon martial spirit.
Has dragon blood.
This kind of martial spirit can evolve. If you remove the cow part, you can transform into a real dragon, and your combat power will increase instantly.
But obviously, Zilong did not successfully evolve it.
But just like that, it is already a top-notch martial spirit.
“Boy, you have extraordinary talent, but it’s a pity that you are not from my northern country”
The huge dragon head slowly lowered, and the purple dragon's huge eyes examined the cold rain below, with a hint of regret in his tone.
Han Yu could hear it clearly. The deep voice was also mixed with a hint of dragon roar, 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 be people of the same country."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the huge purple dragon. The body suddenly shook, and the originally calm dragon's face was instantly covered with angry scales, each scale reflecting a heart-stopping cold light.
"How brave!" Zilong roared, his voice resounding like rolling thunder, making the surrounding space seem to tremble.
"You actually despise me so much, I will not spare you today!"
He was furious. As he waved his huge dragon claws, the wind roared, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.
“I will capture you, and then find you dozens of concubines, wait until they are pregnant with your seed, and then kill you!”
Zilong roared angrily. , the huge body rushed towards Han Yu like an arrow from the string.
The strong wind howled, making Han Yu's clothes rustle and his hair flying.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, this old guy really had a "soft spot" for him!
"Are you attracted by his genes?"
Han Yu secretly complained in his heart, not daring to be negligent at all. He unsheathed the Qinghan sword in his hand and let out a crisp sword cry. Point to the sky.
The next moment, his body turned into a stream of light, facing the terrifying pressure, and rushed towards the purple dragon.
"Boom!" A deafening roar suddenly exploded in the sky, with a radius of hundreds of miles. The entire sky changed color because of their battle. One side was pale white, and the other side was domineering black.
Each occupied one side of the sky, and the position where the two colors intersected was turbulent with the battle between Han Yu and Zi Long.
This is really a terrifying competition that changes the color of heaven and earth!
In mid-air, I saw the black bull dragon transformed from the purple dragon rushing forward boldly, and the black light behind it blasted towards the cold rain like a huge wave.
Han Yu held the Qinghan Sword in his hand and ran in the void with long strides, facing him boldly without flinching.
With a loud bang, the two collided in mid-air.
At this moment, whether it was the southern side or the northern side, all the strong men who were originally suspended in the air quickly fell back to the ground.
The terrifying pressure fell from the sky instantly and lasted until it was a hundred meters close to the ground before dissipating. This is not because the two powerful men in the air are unable to make up for it, but the result of their deliberate control.
After all, no one wants to affect their own people. Despite this, the soldiers on the ground were still shaky and pale.
The terrifying pressure was like the sky falling. Is this a duel between top experts?
It turns out that human power can actually reach such a terrifying level.
Two vast forces collided violently in mid-air, bursting out with dazzling light, lighting up the entire sky like blooming fireworks.
"The ninth soul skill, a sword with a cold light that shines across the Kyushu!"
Han Yu's voice exploded like rolling thunder, and the Qing Han Sword in his hand came out, facing the rising storm, turning It instantly transformed into a forty-meter-long giant sword. The sword exuded a cold air, as if it was going to freeze everything in the world.
The white cold air covered the sword energy like a thin veil, exuding a heart-stopping chill. Han Yu held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised it high, and suddenly slashed towards the purple dragon that transformed into a black dragon.
This sword seemed to tear the sky apart. Countless dark cracks spread in the air and healed quickly, as if they had never appeared before.
"Roar!" Zilong let out a deafening roar, and the ninth soul ring radiated brightly. His body was covered in rich black light, and the cow's body quickly disappeared, replaced by dark dragon scales.
His body continued to elongate 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 overwhelming power.
Its giant golden eyes looked down coldly at the white giant sword that was slashed at it, and a black light condensed in its mouth, exuding a disgusting rancid smell.
"Breath of the Black Dragon!"
Zilong let out a roar, and the thick black light in his mouth suddenly spurted out, turning into a black beam of light, which hit Han Yu's sword energy head-on like lightning. .
Wherever the black light passed, the space was violently distorted, making a tooth-wrenching "sizzling" sound, as if it was about to corrode everything.
"Boom!" A deafening loud noise resounded throughout the world. 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 and swept in all directions.
In the shocked eyes of everyone, Han Yu's sword energy and Zi Long's black dragon's breath collided fiercely, making a harsh friction sound. The sword energy is extremely sharp, and the black light is extremely corrosive. The two are in a stalemate with each other, and neither one is willing to give in.
Zilong is worthy of being a long-established Ultimate Douluo, and his strength is unfathomable. As for Han Yu, a newly promoted Ultimate Douluo, in everyone's eyes, there was no way he could be Zilong's opponent.
However, Han Yu blocked Zilong's attack abruptly, which made everyone feel unbelievable.
Han Yu gritted his teeth and kept swinging his sword. He could feel a powerful force constantly impacting his sword energy, which made his arms numb and his mouth ached with pain.
Sweat slipped from his forehead and dripped on the sword, making a slight sizzling sound.
Across from him, around Zilong's body, the black light became more and more intense, like a black sun.
Every time he exhales a breath of dragon breath, the surrounding space trembles, and the black light expands.
Han Yu's vision was blurred by the black light. He tried hard to see the scene in front of him clearly, but he could only see a distorted light and shadow.
His ears were filled with a deafening roar, which was the scream of space under the impact of powerful energy.
He could even smell a burning smell in the air, which was that his sword energy was being corroded by the breath of the black dragon.
“Senior, your strength isn’t that great either?”
In order to cover up his inner uneasiness, Han Yu pretended to be calm and spoke, his voice appearing somewhat erratic amid the violent space vibrations.
Hearing Han Yu's words, Zilong snorted with disdain and said, "My strength is not that good?"
He suddenly took a step forward, and the space around him Ripples appeared like water, "Boy, if you have the ability, just break my dragon breath before you say this."
"Your sword energy is almost corroded."< br>
As Zilong's words fell, Han Yu felt an even stronger pressure coming on him. He quickly injected the soul power in his body into the sword energy crazily, trying to resist the erosion of the black dragon's breath.
He stared intently at the intersection of the sword energy and the black light, where the originally dazzling sword energy was being swallowed up bit by bit by the black light, making a sizzling sound.
Han Yu's heart gradually sank. He knew that if he continued like this, his sword energy would be completely corroded sooner or later, and by then, only failure would be waiting for him.
"Boy, this is your strongest move, right? I've said it before. As a junior, you should not think that you will be invincible if you achieve Ultimate Douluo."
Zi Long's His voice was full of sarcasm. As he spoke, he increased the output of his soul power, and the black dragon's breath became more violent, as if it was going to swallow up the entire space.
When everyone watching the battle saw this scene, their hearts were in their throats. The leading middle-aged man couldn't help but look at Han Guang beside him, with a hint of worry and anxiety in his tone:
"Lord Hanguang, what should we do?"
"It seems that Lord Hanyu is at a disadvantage."
Hanguang's face was calm, and he looked deeply at the battle in mid-air. He didn't seem to take the situation in front of him seriously. He said calmly:
"Don't be anxious. This is where we are going." The cold rain falling from the sky suddenly became quiet.
He closed his eyes, and his body that was shaking violently seemed to have lost all its strength in an instant and relaxed completely.
He took a deep breath, his chest swelled high, and then slowly fell, as if he was isolating everything around him.
Shouts erupted from the surrounding crowd watching the battle. They stared at Han Yu intently, their hearts filled with doubts and worries.
Han Yu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming with light, and his face that was originally distorted by pain returned to calm, replaced by a kind of determination and determination.
He murmured in a low voice. Although his voice was soft, it clearly reached everyone's ears and echoed on the silent battlefield:
"It is true that one sword energy cannot stop you, but what about thousands of them?"
His voice became louder and louder, his tone became more and more firm, and finally turned into a roar:
< br>"Soul Bone Fusion Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"
With his voice, a scalp-numbing 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 ethereal, as if they will dissipate at any time, the sharp aura they exude leaves no doubt about their power. (End of this chapter)