Chapter 393: When I Was Young, I Broke Through the Limit of the Cold Peak!

At the same time, the leaders of various forces were also watching with great interest.

The five title gods who were watching the game looked at him differently.

This time, their descendants were defeated miserably.

But only the Ice God remained silent, just watching the game quietly.

On the battlefield, seeing that Death Scythe Jetton was restrained, Bai Ze waved his hand and gave an order.

"Death Scythe Jetton, don't fall into its rhythm."

"Quickly move away!"

Hearing the command, Death Scythe Jetton immediately withdrew his hand and quickly teleported backwards.

Helplessly, the Extreme Cold Blade launched a pursuit and followed closely behind.

Unexpectedly, Death Scythe Jetton suddenly turned around and flew out with two blades of light.

Since melee combat is not possible, use long-range skills to defeat the opponent.

Unexpectedly, the Extreme Cold Blade was hit and moved away from it.

Mu Han waved his hand and shouted: "Frost Blade, use all your speed!"

Frost Blade shook his body after recovering from his shock, as if shaking his head.

Then, the soul breath suddenly appeared around him, and the sword tip rushed forward.

Faced with such a scene, Death Scythe Jetton was not panicked at all.

The next second, it walked to both sides, transformed into two mimic clones, and launched an attack at the same time.

Accompanied by the sound of "swoosh, swoosh", hundreds of Sphia light bullets flew out.

Frost Blade tried his best to dodge, but the attack range was extremely dense, and he was finally hit.

Gray mist exploded, and the Frost Blade flew out from it.

There was no way, Mu Han's divine power was almost exhausted, and the Frost Blade used long-range skills, which required divine power to drive.

Melee alone was not enough to defeat Death Scythe Jetton.

Outside the field, the audience was nervous.

Even if he reached that level, he still couldn't win?

"Death Scythe Jetton!" Bai Ze called out.

He was not going to give the other party a chance to breathe, and quickly let Death Scythe Jetton pursue the victory.

Then, the three bodies merged into one, the yellow crystal on Death Scythe Jetton's chest flickered, and a large black fireball was condensing.

The Extreme Cold Blade fell rapidly from the sky, and the whole body was rusted by radiation corrosion.

It seemed that all the strength in the body was exhausted, and life was approaching the end.

"Mu Han!"

"Mu Han!"

Suddenly, a shout sounded in the ears of the somewhat depressed Mu Han.

He turned his head and observed nothing.

Little did he know that the sound came from outside the field.

One by one, the players of the imperial capital had already stood up and shouted Mu Han's name loudly towards the screen.

"Where is the sound coming from..."

"Captain! Our team depends on you, don't lose!"

"Mu Han, take our hope and win this game!"

"Asshole, I gave you my last bit of power. If you lose, I'll be sorry!"

"The last glory of the Imperial Capital Academy, we save our last cards, stand up quickly, Mu Han!"

The shouts echoed in Mu Han's ears.

He raised his hand, and a crystal snowflake fell into his palm.

Mu Han seemed to have noticed something and immediately looked up.

I saw heavy snow on the dome, and gusts of biting cold wind blew in front.

The sky.

It's snowing?

Mu Han was shocked.

The fluttering snowflakes gently fell on his face, and a little coolness spread all over his body.

Amid the high shouts of the audience, Mu Han couldn't help but hold the snowflakes in his hand tightly and closed his eyes.

That year, when I was young, the snow was flying in the night.

The young man stood alone in the heavy snow, his mind was in a state of confusion, the world was white.

At the crossroads ahead, there was a blue-robed figure, blurry yet so familiar.

He held a long sword in his hand, and every move and style was replayed in Mu Han's mind.

"Watch it."

"I'll teach you one last time."

The blue-robed figure looked solemn, holding a sword in his right hand, with a long and powerful aura.

The three-foot green sword waved, drawing a prison on the ground, as if imprisoning this vast world.

The gorgeous frost wrapped around his side, and he stabbed out with a sword, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, like a dragon out of the sea, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked!

With a loud 'boom', the snow was blown up dozens of meters high and rushed into the sky.

The young man stared at the scene in front of him, his eyes were red and tears fell.

"Do you understand?"

The blue-robed figure turned around and asked with the sword.

The young man nodded gently, and his blue eyes gradually became clear.

"I understand."

"Father."

"Hmph." The blue-robed figure chuckled.

Turned his back.

"I understand, then go back."

"Use what I taught you to win this game!"

After that, Mu Han's eyes turned white, and the dazzling light occupied everything.

In the main battlefield, when everyone thought that Mu Han was hopeless and was about to be defeated.

Suddenly!

A blue beam of light shot up to the sky, bursting out from the Extreme Cold Blade.

It seemed to feel something, and its half-covered eyes suddenly opened, and the overwhelming divine power covered everything!

[That power is! ]

[Divine power, there is no mistake, Mu Han actually stimulated divine power again! ]

[How is this possible? ! ]

[Mu Han's divine power is exhausted, how did he stimulate divine power again? ! ]

The live broadcast room was in an uproar, and the noise was deafening.

"This is called a rebound from the bottom!"

"As expected of the captain, he can still use divine power!" The members of Mu Han's team shouted.

"Although I don't want to admit it."

"But this guy is indeed stronger than all of us, and he deserves the title of the first son of God in the imperial capital."

Yan Yan sat limply on the sofa, squinting his eyes and smiling.

At this time, the principal of the Imperial Capital Center Stadium was so excited that he was incoherent.

It's stable!

It's stable!

At the desperate moment, Mu Han once again exerted his divine power!

And Bai Ze had already been exhausted. He could never stop this wave of divine power.

Will win!

The Imperial Capital will definitely win!

"This generation is really terrible."

"Yes, yes, it's not simple."

"At this time, you can still stimulate divine power. You have already broken through the limit."

The principals of various colleges and mansions gave a comment.

There is no doubt.

The Extreme Cold Blade broke its own limitations and has broken through the limit!

Seeing that the originally scarlet soul breath in the light column began to converge and was completely swallowed by it.

The scarlet eye also regained clarity again, swallowing the bloodshot little by little until it returned to blue.

Although the injury was not healed at all, the power of the Extreme Cold Blade was greatly improved.

Boom!!!

However, at this time, the Death Scythe Jetton had already accumulated enough energy.

A huge black fireball fell straight down.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Extreme Cold Blade, who had straightened his body, and the sword tip rang lightly.

Under Mu Han's confident gaze, he turned over and slashed with a blade.

As the heavy snow fell, the frost sword energy became faster and faster, and even a residual shadow appeared.

At the center of the world, above the head of the Demon Emperor, the two attacks intersected at one point.

The blast caused the snow clouds in the sky to disperse and the heavy snow to fly.

Blocked!

The sword energy of the Extreme Cold Blade blocked the final blow of the Death Scythe Jetton!

At this moment, there were bursts of roars outside the field, and Mu Han's name spread to the imperial capital.

He gently clenched his right hand and smiled confidently.

"I'm never alone."

"Thank you for your company."

Then, Mu Han raised his head and looked at Bai Ze in front of him.

"Bai Ze, I think you've almost reached your limit."

"Let's end it with this one strike!"