The Yunxuan Kingdom's appearance is the first competition today.
Shuai Yu rubbed his forehead and ran back embarrassedly, with constant laughter around him.
Not to mention others, even many people on the stage who also participated in the war were sneering.
"We are the first game." Yu Dashuai snatched his head and handed the bronze medal to Long Wenmu.
Long Wenmu said nothing and held the bronze medal in his hand and played with it.
"See, that's the warrior from Yunxuan Country." Someone next to him pointed at them and said, "The people who went to fight were all like this bear, and I don't know how they chose the people they chose at the beginning."
"Maybe, there is no one in Yunxuan Country, so I have to pull two people up to make up the numbers." The other person responded, and the laughter was bigger than the other.
I don’t know which country I was from, but I was not far away from Long Wenmu and others and kept laughing, and my voice was not hidden. Long Wenmu could hear it clearly.
The long sword in Fei Xiaoyu's hand was trembling, as if he was about to be unable to hold back and was about to be unsheathed to drink blood.
Marshal Yu smashed his eyes and looked over there: "They seem to be the warriors from the Beiming Kingdom."
"It's better not to let me meet you. Then I'll let them know who is just a scattered person." Fei Xiaoyu snorted coldly.
After them, other warring countries stepped forward to draw license plates.
"Feng Xiao Kingdom came forward to draw the license plate." After several countries were drawn in succession, the emcee pronounced another name.
Someone stepped forward and reached out to catch it when the bronze medal flew out of the bronze ball.
There was a word "one" above. The man turned his head and looked at Long Wenmu and the others, curling the corners of his mouth with malicious intentions.
"It seems that Feng Xiaoguo is our opponent today." Fei Xiaoyu said solemnly.
Long Wenmu didn't know much about the countries: "How is the strength of this Feng Xiao Kingdom?"
"The Fengxiao Kingdom ranks sixth, and its national strength is of medium level among the sixteen countries."
Long Wenmu nodded and looked at Feng Xiaoguo.
The two men and one woman who went to Feng Xiaoguo to fight seemed to be lowering her head and laughing apart from pointing fingers at them.
Soon, the order of the sixteen competitions was decided.
Yunxuan Country is the first game, Tianyue Country is the fourth game, and Yang Country is the eighth game.
After all, it is the top three empires in various countries, and these three competitions are particularly popular. However, for Yunxuan, because of the continuous jokes in front of it, they are now more of the existence of being laughed at.
"The order has been decided, and the competition has begun. In the first game, Yunxuan Kingdom vs. Fengxiao Kingdom, and one person who participated in the war was left there." The emcee announced loudly.
Everyone else retreated and carried it.
"Who are we going to fight?" Fei Xiaoyu was eager to try, "Or I will take the lead in the first game?"
Long Wenmu looked up at the stand where Yun Rulong was. Yun Rulong just watched the ring quietly, as if he was indifferent to everything on the ring.
"You guys are in the back, I'll come to the first game." Long Wenmu said.
Today is the first battle, and some things are also necessary for Yun Rulong to see clearly.
Fei Xiaoyu and Yu Dashen looked at each other and nodded.
The others retreated from the arena, leaving only Long Wenmu and another man.
The war is about to begin, and the offense is getting more and more lively.
"Look, the first game is the young master!" Ye Lan was so excited in the stands that she couldn't help herself.
Yun Jia held his cheek with one hand, as if he was pondering: "Feng Xiaoguo is not weak. Although their national strength is only ranked sixth, I heard that they have recruited many disciples with good qualifications in recent years. I am afraid that the disciples who went to fight this time
The strength is not weak, so maybe all the participants are in the forefront. I wonder if Long Wenmu can handle it."
Anyway, in Yun Jia's opinion, with Long Wenmu's strength, it is not that she cannot defeat the opponent. She is afraid that Long Wenmu will be injured during the competition.
The competition is divided into four rounds and is held every day. In order to ensure the final victory, the key is how to retain strength in the previous competition.
In the four-day competition, the person participating in the battle cannot be replaced on the way. In other words, if someone is injured due to a fight on the way, it is very likely to affect the subsequent battle.
According to her initial thought, let Fei Xiaoyu or Yu Dashuai play in the previous competition first, Long Wenmu can retain his strength until the last day and deal with the last opponent in the best state, but who knows that today is the first He took the stage in the first battle.
Where everyone in Qingyun Castle was located, several Tianmo Masters in charge of the formation shook their heads.
On the ring, only Long Wenmu and the man opposite were left.
"Hey, that black face on the other side!" shouted the man from Feng Xiao Kingdom.
Long Wenmu looked at the man and smiled slightly. He reached out and touched his face, and felt a black and gray hand.
This is really a black face.
"What?" He asked the old god.
"It doesn't seem like the one who fights in Yunxuan Country. Even if I fight with you, I feel that my hands are dirty." The man said proudly.
Before the war started, he made a provocation and did not take his opponent seriously.
It is true that Long Wenmu looks unruly, but he is calm and composed.
"The competition preparation begins." The emcee signaled and stepped down from the arena.
At the same time, sixteen figures appeared above the arena at the same time.
The sixteen people were all the cultivation level of the Heavenly Demon Master, and at the same time they exerted a demonic power towards the center.
Sixteen forces gathered together, then descended to the surroundings, turning into a huge barrier to wrap the ring. Below the barrier, it just connects with the surroundings of the ring.
Long Wenmu looked up with his hands on his back.
The main competition is a bit different from the preliminaries. It seems that in this battle, there is no way to get people off the stage and end.
When people are on the ring, they either have no power to fight again or admit defeat. There are only these two ways to defeat.
The sixteen people in the sky all dressed differently, and they should be the Heavenly Demon Masters from the Sixteen Kingdoms respectively.
From this barrier covering the arena, the battle will officially start.
"Hey, that black face, if you want to admit defeat, you might even lose better." The man opposite was still shouting.
Long Wenmu waved at him with a smile.
"It's stubborn!" The man snorted coldly, bounced his fingers, and a sharp sword was unsheathed. The man and sword merged into one, turning into a shocking sword light and stabbing straight.
As soon as this man set out his sword, the entire arena was covered with an invisible layer of sword intent.
As long as you have a discerning person, you can see that this person has extraordinary achievements in swordsmanship. Among his peers, it is not easy to cultivate swords to this level.
The moves are not about many, but about the essence. The way is not about the complexity, but about the simplicity.
One swing, one thrust, one thrust, and one thrust. A simple sword move can often contain the ultimate murderous intent.
Somewhere downstairs, Fei Xiaoyu frowned: "What a strong sword intent."
She is also a sword-user, so she can naturally see the depth of the other person at a glance.
With this kind of sword intent, the other party may have spent all his energy on a long sword.
The flowing light and flying thorns are also swords, and swords are also humans. This state is not something that ordinary people can do, and this person is absolutely not weak.
Fei Xiaoyu's long sword in his hand was buzzing and shaking in the scabbard. She was aroused by this person's fighting heart. If she was on stage, compared with this person's sword skills, I don't know who would be better.
The stream of light stabbed Long Wenmu's chest, and the opponent's posture was clearly planning to decide the outcome with one sword.
Everyone in Qingyun Castle was blinded and refused to miss the scene on the stage for a moment.
Long Wenmu reached forward, his movements were slow and he grabbed the sword light straight.
At this moment, his other hand was even on his back.
"Be careful!" Fei Xiaoyu exclaimed.
Even if Long Wenmu was stabbed by this sword, he would have to be severely injured.
Long Wenmu's hands grabbed the sword light straight.
Everyone saw that the moment he held it tightly in his hand, the sword and the person in front of him appeared in an instant.
It was obviously a fierce sword, but it suddenly stopped the moment Long Wenmu captured it.
Time seemed to be frozen, and everyone saw Long Wenmu's two fingers gently pinching the sword's edge.
It seemed that I didn't use much force, but the long sword could no longer push.
The palm of his hand gently swirled, and the person holding the sword behind exclaimed and flipped in the air.
Long Wenmu's palm shook slightly, and the sword edge trembled. The slender blade suddenly turned into dozens of fragments.
The man holding the sword groaned, and the hilt of the sword escaped, and was pushed back by a powerful force until he hit the barrier heavily.
The stands around were in an uproar, and countless people stood up at the same time. Even Yun Jia and others who had been sitting quietly stood up in a row.
Feng Xiaosheng and Mi Zhuo's eyes widened.
At the focus of all eyes, Long Wenmu bounced away the half-broken sword blade in his hand, raised his sleeves and walked forward step by step.
I stopped until I arrived at the man.
The man leaned against the barrier and covered his chest. When Long Wenmu broke the sword, he was shocked very much.
"You...how do you have this strength..."
The long sword is not an ordinary weapon, it is a well-made demon soldier. What kind of strength can destroy a demon soldier at will?
When he looked at Long Wenmu, he no longer felt as contempt as before.
He leaned against the barrier, and Long Wenmu was standing half a step away from him. He wanted to pull away, but Long Wenmu stood still, but it seemed as if he had blocked his way from all directions.
He was forced into the corner by Long Wenmu and could not move at all. An invisible fear surged out of his back.
Long Wenmu's black and gray face grinned gently, reached out and helped him clean his collar.
"There are so many dusts in the world. Look at your spotless appearance. Since you are clean, it is better to go clean." He was old-fashioned.
"What did you say!" the man became alert.
However, before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in the back of his neck. Finally, the ostentatious light saw Long Wenmu use his hands to form a palm, and then his consciousness completely dissipated and fell softly.
Until the man fell to the ground and the scene was completely boiling!
Who would have thought that the first competition would end so neatly?
Someone of the sixteen people floating above closed his eyes gently and sighed helplessly.
"The first battle, Yunxuan Guo wins!" When the voice of victory came, the excitement from the court surged again.
"Hey, who is that person? Why did you win with one move?"
"I heard that it was a man named Long Wenmu in Yunxuan Country. When did this kind of person appear in Yunxuan Country?"
A loud noise was louder than another, and I don’t know how many people were whispering to each other.
Even Fei Xiaoyu and Yu Dashen were shocked.
"Why did he become stronger again?" Yu Dashen said distressedly. He was not as good as him before, but now he saw that he had solved his opponent in one move, so he clearly became stronger.
"It's not just getting stronger, it feels like a different person." Fei Xiaoyu sighed.
Compared to the time when he defeated Qu Zhongyi, his strength seemed to have been completely transformed.
It was obvious that he hadn't seen him for a few days, so how could he be so strong?
If his aura wasn't still like a little demon master, Fei Xiaoyu would almost think he would have been promoted to a great demon master.
Can the little demon master be so strong?
At the end of the first battle, the opponent couldn't even survive a move.
A crack was opened to the barrier, and the fainted man was sent out by a soft force.
"Junior brother!"
"Senior brother!"
In addition, a man and a woman surrounded him, and while catching the man, he was both afraid and hated Long Wenmu.
"Long Wenmu, do you want to fight in a battle? Or replace someone?" A voice came from the sky.
Long Wenmu looked at one of the sixteen people, probably the Heavenly Demon Master of Yunxuan Kingdom.