Douluo: Humans are peerless, fake gods

At this moment.

Snow Emperor happened to come to Su Luoheng.

Therefore, Meng Hongchen first explained the origin of this competition and the identity of his opponent.

When I heard the words "Tang Wutong".

Emperor Xue suddenly thought of something and frowned slightly.

With her memory, anything she has heard of will leave an impression, so she must have heard Tang Wutong's name somewhere. I just mentioned it suddenly and couldn't think of it at the moment.

After hearing Tang Wutong's name, he happened to come to see Su Luoheng under the ring.

"Tang Wutong..."

Snow Emperor murmured.

【……】

At the same time, on the stage.

The two of them are ready.

"Su Luoheng, isn't your martial spirit capable of replicating weapons? If you don't take them all out now, you won't have a chance in a while." Tang Wutong said after retreating to the prescribed position.

Su Luoheng did not respond, but nodded slightly to Xiao Hongchen, who was acting as the referee, indicating that it was time to start.

Tang Wutong was angry at being ignored and determined to make Su Luoheng pay the price for underestimating him.

As the girl raised her right hand, circles of soul rings rose from her feet, black, black, black, black, black, black, red.

The seven soul rings complement each other and exude incredible colors. This kind of configuration has exceeded the theoretical threshold of the number of years a soul master can carry a soul ring.

The audience was stunned into silence by this scene. All eyes were focused on this seemingly delicate and beautiful girl, and it was difficult to conceal the shock in their eyes.

"This..." Meng Hongchen couldn't help but lost her voice: "How could a soul master have such an outrageous soul ring? How is it possible? Could it be a simulation like the Huo Yuhao back then?"

"No!" Xiao Hongchen stared at Tang Wutong with solemn eyes, "There is no problem with the soul rings, six ten thousand year soul rings, one hundred thousand year soul ring... Junior Brother Luo Heng, you have really met your opponent this time..."

【……】

At the same time, Tang Wutong's changes continued on the stage. With the appearance of seven soul rings, dazzling light flashed around his body, wrapping him in it.

Behind the back, a pair of blue butterfly wings opened instantly. The colors at both ends of the forewings continuously changed from dark blue, azure blue, and light blue. The entire wing surface was like a string of bright haloes embedded in the blue sky, which looked particularly gorgeous.

Deep in the center of her eyebrows, a golden trident pattern shines, and the butterfly wings behind her emit a golden-blue halo.

Tang Wutong hovered in mid-air, her original blue-pink eyes gradually turned into pale gold, and a golden light quietly passed through her eyes, giving people a sense of nobility and majesty.

The gentle flapping of her wings made her whole body's aura suddenly rise a bit. Her seemingly slender figure gave people a majestic, mountain-like feeling. Standing there, it seemed as if the momentum of the entire space was completely controlled by her.

"Su Luoheng, you will pay the price for your arrogance!"

The girl took a step forward, and while her body rose, she raised her right hand. The second soul ring lit up, and the golden-blue light gathered in the palm of her hand like a whirlpool, locking Su Luoheng with terrifying oppression.

Tang Wutong may seem impulsive, but she is by no means simple-minded. However, her strong background and strength make her character too arrogant and arrogant.

Although he felt that Su Luoheng was inferior to him, he had a good reputation and was valued by his father, so he must have some ability. Therefore, there was no reservation when taking action, and even the power of Poseidon was used.

With a palm strike, the air suddenly seemed to explode, and the golden-blue energy light blasted towards Su Luoheng with a sharp explosion.

However, Su Luoheng did not move as seven snow-white soul rings surrounded him. He raised his right hand, and the second soul ring lit up. Amid the ice, an ice-blue long sword appeared out of thin air in his grasp.

In an instant, a cold wind blew by, and ice mist enveloped the entire arena.

【……】

moment.

The cold fog dissipated, and the arena was clearly visible to everyone again.

Su Luoheng still stood there, motionless. The snow-white soul ring had faded, and the projection of the imperial sword also dissipated.

Tang Wutong, on the other hand, was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with his lips trembling and his chest rising and falling violently. The martial soul's true form has been completely dispersed, and the golden trident mark between his eyebrows has also become dim.

Layers of light ice covered her body, sealing her movements. She looked ahead blankly. The eyes showed extreme fear, and there was no longer the previous arrogance and confidence.

Following his gaze, a long and narrow ravine suddenly appeared between the two of them on the originally flat arena, which was shocking.

Because the point pointed by that line was right under her feet. If Su Luoheng hadn't stopped at the last moment, he might have died on the spot.

Go back half a minute.

The imperial sword in Su Luoheng's hand shot out, instantly crushing Tang Wutong's attack. He struck at her with unabated power.

Tang Wutong wanted to dodge, but at this moment, the space around him seemed to be frozen in place by the cold air. He watched helplessly as the sword light continued to magnify and magnify in front of his eyes...

There was a revolving door running in her head, and the world became extremely silent at this moment. She even forgot to breathe. She just closed her eyes and prepared to face death.

However, the expected pain did not appear, and the oncoming sword light did not cut down. Before he could open his eyes, what rang in his ears was Su Luoheng's indifferent comments.

"One sword is enough to deal with you."

This sentence lingered in my ears like a curse. He completely lost his ability to resist Su Luoheng.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden stinging pain in the center of his eyebrows. The martial soul's true form could not be maintained, and even the butterfly wings behind him dissipated. The whole person fell to the ground.

Under Su Luoheng's control, the imperial sword could be retracted and released freely, but its original terrifying power was reduced to nothingness in an instant. The power is even comparable to that of the Snow Emperor himself.

Then, this was the scene that everyone in the audience saw.

"The victory is decided!"

After a brief silence, Xiao Hongchen jumped onto the ring and announced the end of the game.

Su Luoheng turned around and walked down the ring, and went straight to the Snow Emperor.

From the beginning to the end, Tang Wutong never gave Tang Wutong an unnecessary look.

To him, neither this competition nor Tang Wutong was worth mentioning. If you can't even defeat Tang San's daughter, how can you talk about fighting against the God Realm?

But even so, the people watching under the ring would not stop there, and everyone began to comment on Tang Wutong. There is never any tolerance for losers.

"How dare you challenge Senior Su? You're not just trying to make fun of me, right?"

"Haha, if this is a spar, I can do it too!"

"Tang Wutong, right? Come down quickly and don't embarrass yourself again!"

"..."

Under the ring, the spectators were shouting and shouting.