The ring was a huge red sun appeared on the ring, and everyone showed shock on their faces. Even some elders' faces changed. Unexpectedly, Wu Yufeng's martial soul was so special. No wonder he could understand such profound magic tricks as Tianyang Ri.

At this time, on the arena, one person was hanging in the air, carrying a red sun, and the other person was like a thunder dragon, drawing long dragon figures and attacking wildly.

"Yang Shaohua, I see how you beat me!"

The moment the martial soul appeared, his blood and energy continued to rise, and his defense also increased, but he did not attack. On the contrary, it was defense. It was not that he did not want to deal with the opponent quickly, but that Yang Shaohua in front of him was like a madman, crueler than him and more cruel than him. Although he transformed into a martial soul, if he wanted to attack forcibly, the price would be extremely heavy, especially because the opponent had not summoned the martial soul, so he took defense and waited for an opportunity to act, waiting for Yang Shaohua to break out again during the transition and consume, and win with one blow.

This is his strategy, seeking victory with steadily and at the lowest cost, he will get rid of the madman in front of him.

However, the moment his martial soul appeared, there was no attack. The attack made everyone stunned. I didn't know what medicine Wu Yufeng was selling, but some people were still sharp-eyed and could see the suspense here.

However, after Wu Yufeng took the defense, his voice became much weaker. On the other hand, Yang Shaohua became more and more cruel. He fought with anger. His soul power seemed to be burning in his body, and his energy and spirit were raised to the limit.

At that moment, he seemed to feel the soul power coming from his body was circulating like thunder and lightning. The silver hair rose violently, intertwined like thunder and lightning.

At this time, his momentum, reputation, and fighting spirit were constantly rising, and even reaching the critical point.

After a hundred consecutive fights, Yang Shaohua's soul power became more and more powerful, and there seemed to be a force in his body slowly being released.

This time, Wu Yufeng finally felt that in addition to the problem, he even felt something wrong. If it was a normal situation, Yang Shaohua attacked like a wolf or a tiger, he would definitely lose his strength after a hundred moves. However, it has not appeared yet. On the contrary, he is becoming more and more courageous, making him feel a little uneasy.

At this time, he felt that Yang Shaohua was like a huge volcano, and could erupt at any time, only one introduction was left.

"It has reached the critical point, but there is no sign of a breakthrough yet. Is God just going against me?"

Yang Shaohua slapped his palm, opened his body to the side, and took a deep breath. Within these hundred moves, he almost crazily squeezed the potential of every part of his body. During the fifty moves, he felt that his strength was steadily improving, but he could not reach the critical point. However, there seemed to be some problems with Wu Yufeng's body. However, what he did not expect was that Wu Yufeng actually transformed into a martial soul, which made him feel hope burned in his heart.

Since the Qingluan Mountain Trial, he has taken a lot of spiritual medicine, and even swallowed the spiritual liquid in the forbidden area of ​​life and death not long ago. Although his body absorbed part of it, it has not been completely transformed. It can be said that a lot of medicinal power remains in his body, as well as the power of the mysterious liquid.

However, at this time, the soul power in Yang Shaohua's body was completely in a boiling state. The blood power was firmly guarded by the heart and meridians. As his strong backing, he also had the blood power as his backing. Therefore, Yang Shaohua dared to be so crazy and not afraid of injury, because if he was injured, he would be dissolved by the blood power as soon as possible.

"Senior Brother Wu, that kid wants to hone himself hard and break through the boundaries!"

However, at this moment, a discordant voice came from the audience, but I don’t know who made it.

"Forehead?!"

Wu Yufeng's face changed. When he was in the game, he showed a look of horror when he was mentioned by an outsider. His body couldn't help but be shocked.

Then he looked at Yang Shaohua who was attacking frantically. Although he was fierce, his face was extremely calm and he was not at all beautiful. He did not lose his mind.

"You dare to be a whetstone?"

Wu Yufeng suddenly felt a strong anger. No wonder he always felt something was wrong when he saw Yang Shaohua. So it was like this. A feeling of anger and humiliation suddenly burst out from his heart.

However, after the reminder of the man, everyone in the audience suddenly realized and took a breath of cold air in an instant. Unexpectedly, this guy was actually plotting against Wu Yufeng.

"Yaoyang Palm!"

Wu Yufeng was completely angry and completely exploded. His bloodline power was completely opened. Then he completely merged with the martial soul. The armor outside the body became even hotter, causing ripples, and a brutal and hot breath swept around. His figure became even more empty under the response of the martial soul, like a real red sun, with perfect improvement in attack, defense, and even speed.

Yang Shaohua suddenly felt the pressure increase greatly, and the soul power in his body was suppressed by Wu Yufeng who suddenly burst out.

The power of bloodline comes from the powerful power of our ancestors. Those people are at least at the level of the King of Emperor Wu, so when the power of bloodline is completely integrated, it will have a suppressive effect on the nature of heaven and earth.

"Yang Shaohua died!"

Wu Yufeng's strength was perfectly increased to 200%, and the blood power and martial soul perfectly merged together. A faint aura of kings burst out instantly. However, the limit of Yang Shaohua's finally condensed energy was actually suppressed in an instant.

"Just fail like this? I'm unwilling to accept it, it's just a little bit short of it, I'm unwilling to accept it!"

Yang Shaohua roared in his heart that he didn't dare to act like a roar. He was about to break through, but he was suppressed. It was obvious that the other party was not a fool and would not give him a chance to break through.

"Forget it, since that's the case, then it's over!"

Yang Shaohua breathed deeply. He had been suppressing the blood power in his body before. At this moment, he was stimulated by the faint emperor's aura in Wu Yufeng's body. How could the majesty of the ancient gods be so easy to be violated.

Then a figure transformed from behind Yang Shaohua, but it was not tall, not much the same figure as Yang Shaohua, but had no face. There were waves of thunder and lightning power above the phantom.

"Silver Dragon Destroying Heavenly Palm!"

Yang Shaohua shouted loudly, and the Chaos Dragon Cultivation Art reached its peak. His whole body was covered with dazzling silver light, forming a chain of lightning and lightning for the secret mother around him. The chains buckled one by one, making a sound, and even the power of destruction came from the air, like a volcano about to erupt.

His silver hair burst out, as messy and sharp as a waterfall, intertwined and danced with the terrifying currents around him, forming a picture of combining movement and stillness. The power of the martial soul thunder and lightning behind him continued to condense, and his figure became deeper and deeper.

In an instant, his eyebrows turned silver, and there was a sharp silver luster in his pupils. It was a pool of light silver blood, which kept rising on Yang Shaohua's body. In an instant, the phantom behind him condensed to the limit, took a step forward, and perfectly combined with him.

In an instant, the ancient aura was intertwined with the destructive power of lightning, forming a terrifying momentum and power.

"This is!!"

Wu Yufeng was shocked and felt that his soul power was condensed. He was nailed there and could not move at all.

At this time, in his vision, Yang Shaohua seemed to be like a thunder god, slashing out with one palm to destroy the world, and he was the only one of me.

"It turns out to be the power of blood again!"

"He also has the power of blood?"

“It’s so deep!”

Some old quilts appeared on the stage of the battle and immediately slapped the table, with a look of surprise on their faces.

At this time, even the clan and elders of Tianming Sect held their breath, hoping that there would be a miracle to speak out.

"Uh? What a pure blood power, this breath is very distant, but why do I feel the three blood breaths..."

The Great Zhao Dynasty heard a scream, and the voice was filled with doubts and doubts!

Bang~~

A huge sound came from the ring, followed by waves of explosions and lightning in the air.

The Qinggang stone centered on Yang Shaohua instantly turned into flying ashes, and burst into all directions with thunder and lightning.

The twisted and interlaced current appeared a huge lightning chain, which directly submerged Wu Yufeng and even exploded away.

Click ~

The red sun martial soul behind Wu Yufeng seemed to be unable to withstand this force, and a crack appeared, which slowly faded and finally disappeared into the air. Then the red armor outside his body became dim at that moment.

Puff~

Wu Yufeng's body flew up, hundreds of meters long, directly knocking out a huge hole in the formation on the ring, and flew out of the field.

However, in the middle of the venue, Yang Shaohua stood in the deep charred cave, with silver hair flying out of thin air, and the silver blood outside the body quickly converged. When the silver blood disappeared, his body and eyebrows became the same, while the faint martial soul was following him, but then it became dim and even a little empty.

Yang Shaohua only felt that his body was terrible now, and his body was empty and empty, nothing. However, the next moment, a vigorous vitality burst out from his body, and then a wisp of silver soul power flipped the light of lightning and kept wandering in his body.

"He actually broke through?"

The people in the audience took a breath, not sure whether it was because of Yang Shaohu's strength or the momentum of being calm and arrogant in the face of danger, but this sigh was soon buried by the shouting sound.

Thump~~

Outside the field, Wu Yufeng's body fell from a high altitude, and his clothes were burned and he was unconscious.

"Yang Shaohua wins!"

Even the referee's face showed a strange look, as if he was looking at Yang Shaohua in front of him, and then he realized that just now he seemed to see a huge silver dragon behind Yang Shaohua. The moment he opened his eyes, the world changed color.
Chapter completed!