In the middle of the open space, the two faced each other, and the rest of the disciples gathered next to them.
More and more people gathered, and the crowd whispered, and the things here became more and more popular.
This place is where elite disciples live, and those who gather together are basically people with great strength.
"This junior brother, if you want to do it, just come." Qu Zhongyi waved to Long Wenmu, his posture contemptuous and casual.
Long Wenmu smiled slightly, took a knife and walked towards him.
The steps fell silently, and every step was taken, a circle of ripples splashed under the feet.
An extremely depressing feeling was brewing in the air, as if even the wind had stopped. People around him held their breath and concentrated, and Fei Xiaoyu was sweating in his palms.
The air is quiet and weird, and Long Wenmu's robe is automatically without wind.
Since he arrived in Lingyun Castle, he has hidden edges and corners.
Today in the palace, Yun Rulong said that he was not qualified to make a request.
Could it be that I have done everything I have done wrong so far?
His steps gradually accelerated, and he went from slow steps to running, almost instantly coming to Qu Zhongyi's presence.
The shallow hidden sword cuts through the air from top to bottom.
The blade whistled with the wind, like a dragon roaring in the sky.
The song is meant to be calm before Long Wenmu sets off, and this calmness is until the moment when Long Wenmu comes out of his sword.
The majestic murderous intent enveloped the four fields, and the murderous aura erupted from the unknown body was like a sea of blood covering everyone.
Qu Zhongyi came back from his trance and reached out to take the knife.
After all, he is also the number one person in Qingyun Castle, and his strength cannot be underestimated.
However, the moment before he pinched the blade, the blade suddenly disappeared, and what followed was a hard fist falling on his cheek.
Time had frozen, Qu Zhongyi's eyes were tilted upwards, and Long Wenmu's fist was sinking into his cheek, and the force like a mad dragon pushed to the ground.
Qu Zhongyi only felt that the ground under his feet was tilted, and his head was heavily in contact with the ground.
boom!
The ground cracked like a spider web, and dust gushed up dozens of feet high.
The huge wave shop was covered by Fei Xiaoyu in horror.
The crowd was retreating, and the screams suddenly erupted!
The sudden change brought about by the thrilling storm was like this storm of wind.
Everyone retreated to the surroundings.
The flying mud fell from the sky rustling.
Except for the initial exclamation, almost everyone was frozen.
Before the dust could be gone, Long Wenmu walked out of the smoke and dust.
He was holding Qu Zhongyi's hair in his hand, and there was a bloody fist mark on Qu Zhongyi's cheek.
Fei Xiaoyu couldn't speak anymore and couldn't even look away.
Bai Haoya half opened his mouth and his eyes widened.
Who is Qu Zhongyi? He was once the first disciple of Qingyun Castle. He was once the first, but was knocked down by Long Wenmu with a punch and was now in his hand.
Looking at the person with a deep fist mark on his face and was carried by Long Wenmu, many people felt unrealistic.
Long Wenmu waved his hand and threw the song forward.
Qu Zhongyi was in a mess, and rolled around on the ground like a betrayal dog, then turned over and rose up.
No longer the previous clouds and wind, the whole body was messy, and the red fist mark on his face was particularly conspicuous.
Qu Zhongyi was also a little lost, not sure if it was because of Long Wenmu's punch or something else.
The clothes were covered with dust, and he reached out to touch his face. A ferocious person slowly emerged in the dullness.
"Boy! I'll kill you!" He roared violently, his eyes full of blood!
Among the disciples of Qingyun Castle, he ranks first and is the first on the Demon Master List. The boy opposite is unknown, but he is just an unknown young man.
It is even more uncomfortable to suffer at the hands of such people than to kill him.
"Die me!" The monster's power surged, and the ground under his feet shattered.
He waved his palm and blasted towards Long Wenmu. The demonic power turned into a hurricane, and the power of moving mountains and filling the sea came with a bang.
The onlookers have a illusion of suffocation.
Long Wenmu made a mistake in his steps, and the shallow hidden sword pulled out the sword light. The sword light penetrated the sky and the earth. The waves facing him seemed to hit a reef, and were split from the center.
As the flowing cloud steps were used, Long Wenmu had already flashed in front of Qu Zhongyi's face as the waves surged.
Qu Zhongyi didn't react slowly, so he slammed his backhand and slammed his palm.
However, the palm force penetrated Long Wenmu, and Long Wenmu's body turned into clouds and mist. An iron fist solidified on Qu Zhongyi's cheek, pushing his head to hit the ground again.
Qu Zhongyi's mind was blank, and she felt that the ground was hitting her...
boom!
Everyone saw that Long Wenmu's fist fell on the previous fist print, and blasted Qu Zhongyi into the ground for the second time.
The mud and dust were flying, and in the short battle, no one spoke to the crowd. In the silent crow, some things were like dreams.
The first time was accidental, so what was the second time?
Who is this person? Does Qingyun Castle have such a powerful disciple?
I can't believe it, no one dares to believe it.
Not to mention others, even Bai Hao and Fei Xiaoyu, who are closest to Long Wenmu, can't believe it.
Fei Xiaoyu half opened her mouth. Maritime Marshal Yu once said that he had basically never beat Long Wenmu. At that time, Fei Xiaoyu thought that it was Maritime Marshal Yu's nonsense.
But if you ask yourself, can you knock Qu Zhongyi out of this way twice in a row if Fei Xiaoyu does it himself?
Fei Xiaoyu shook her head slowly...
"That's, the natal demon..." Bai Hao looked at him stupidly.
Long Wenmu's atomization move is undoubtedly a natal demon skill.
He knows the magic skills of his own life? What kind of cultivation is he?
Bai Hao's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it.
From the initial silence to a little noisy, many people began to whisper.
Basically no one knew Long Wenmu, but the power he showed at this moment completely suppressed Qu Zhongyi.
Is there such a number of disciple in Qingyun Castle?
A disciple who knows natal demon skills cannot be unknown. The onlookers whispered to each other, but there was no answer.
As the smoke and dust settled, Long Wenmu looked down coldly: "Get up."
In the ruins on the ground, a disheveled figure jumped out and landed a few feet away.
Qu Zhongyi's face was full of flesh, and it was torn apart by violent force.
Half of his face was deformed, and half of his face and half of his chest were dyed red.
Tick, tick...
There was still blood dripping on the chin, and the sound was clearly heard.
Qu Zhongyi's hair was already messy, no longer the same as the handsome young man before.
Most of his anger turned into horror, the horror that seemed to see the dead.
"Who are you...who are you!" he shouted loudly.
Long Wenmu walked step by step, while he retreated step by step with trembling all over.
Impossible, how could such a thing be... I lost to a Lingyun Castle man?
No, this is impossible. A nameless man who can even have the ability to have natal demon skills. Who is this person? When did such a person exist in Lingyun Castle?
Long Wenmu stepped forward step by step, with the corners of his eyes sharper than the knife in his hand.
When Qu Zhongyi faced this person whose cultivation was far inferior to his, he actually felt chill from the bottom of his heart. With his crazy roar, he desperately gathered the demonic power into a stream and knocked it out.
Long Wenmu's footsteps were not in any disorder.
The body was atomized, and the violent force penetrated him.
"Stop it!" Qu Zhongyi retreated repeatedly, and another demonic power blasted out, which almost used his greatest power.
The demonic power continued to penetrate the atomized body, and Long Wenmu did not stop for even a moment.
The demonic power roared and exploded behind him, and in the storm, his long hair spread out. The strong wind blew through the blade and roared.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Qu Zhongyi's demonic power kept blasting out, and he would roar with every blow.
There was no reason, and he was panicked. This was the first time he had felt this powerless despair since he fought with others.
The person walking across from him was like a knife. He was obviously still in the distance, but Qu Zhongyi had the illusion of being killed.
How much blood does a person have to experience to develop this murderous intent?
However, no matter how much effort he puts in, he can't touch Long Wenmu at all, and can't stop him from taking steps.
At that time, Sanshi Ning's body was like a ghost without entity, like a ghost who was chasing the soul and robbing the dead.
Another demonic force blasted out, piercing through Long Wenmu's misty body.
At this moment, Long Wenmu and him were facing each other.
For thousands of generations, I only make up for you... Qian Lingxue's voice still echoed in my mind.
Long Wenmu stepped forward and passed by Qu Zhongyi.
"Stop!" Fei Xiaoyu's hurried shout came at this time.
In an instant, the bright red color splattered on the clear blade, and a little blood was splattering on Long Wenmu's cheek...
Something fell to the ground, it was a broken arm.
Qu Zhongyi's shoulder was a huge bloody mouth, and blood was sprayed.
Long Wenmu cut off his other arm with his backhand. Then he grabbed his collar and threw him down. The cold blade pressed against his cheek and stabbed into the ground.
The blade also reflected the face that looked like a ghost.
"My name is Long Wenmu. I want your quota." Long Wenmu said word by word.
The sound was not loud, and in this quiet place, it was like a whisper coming from the Nine Netherworlds of the Yellow Springs.
At this point, none of the onlookers came to their senses.
Before they realized it, Long Wenmu put away his knife and stood up.
Find the Qiankun Ring on his broken arm and find a source stone inside.
This is the source stone of the little demon cloud hidden beast that Qu Zhongyi snatched from Yu Qingfeng and the other two.
Long Wenmu put Yuanshi in his arms and turned around.
It was not until he walked away that Qu Zhongyi's heart-wrenching screams rang out. The scream that penetrated his soul would last for a long time.
...
After breaking Qu Zhongyi's arms, Long Wenmu returned to Lingyun Castle.
Feng Xiaosheng and Yu Dashui were back one step ahead of him. When Long Wenmu came back, they all came up to ask.
When they parted, Long Wenmu was not like this. When they came back, they were covered in evil spirits.
Qing'er had never left, and she was shocked to see him like this.
It was the first time she had seen Long Wenmu like this after being together for so long.
Under the questioning of Feng Xiaosheng and others, Long Wenmu told all the things after the separation.
"Reckless, boy, you are too reckless!" Feng Xiaosheng didn't know what to say.
After missing him for a while, he destroyed Qu Zhongyi.
Is this kid crazy?
On the contrary, after hearing this, Mi Zhuo laughed happily. Long Wenmu's personality was so intimate to his appetite.
"My surname, you're not worried about the big deal when watching the fun. The dragon boy is useless and the song is like a big deal now." Feng Xiaosheng felt that these guys were crazy.
First, Emperor Yun went crazy and wanted to marry Qian Lingxue into another country. Then, Long Wenmu also went crazy and ran to destroy the people who participated in the Battle of Heavenly Demons.
This was just a short day, and I felt that things were getting bigger and bigger.
What's wrong with Yunxuan Country? Is this going to change?
Long Wenmu sat at the stone table in the yard. Yelan had already brought clean water, and he washed away the blood on his face.
After losing the meaning of Qu Zhongyi, the things that were accumulated in Long Wenmu's heart were released and his mood became much more dull.
His intentional action against Qu Zhong did indeed cause anger. But now he calmed down and still did not regret it. Even if he changed to do it now, he would still attack Qu Zhong Zhong.
Since he saw Qian Lingxue, he knew Qian Lingxue’s intentions and determined what he had to do.
If he doesn't have the strength to seize people from Yunxuan Country, he needs a bargaining chip.
And the biggest opportunity right now is to win the battle of the Heavenly Demons.
Participate in it and win the championship is the biggest bargaining chip that can be taken out in front of Yun Rulong.
Long Wenmu also knew how much risk what he did today, but now that things have come to this, there is no choice.
Everyone gathered in the yard, and most of them were nervous.
When it was almost afternoon, suddenly, five or six powerful pressures suddenly appeared above Lingyun Peak.
Long Wenmu sat quietly in the courtyard, sensed the pressure and looked up suddenly.