The blow that Mo Yulou is determined to win was just a piercing through a fog without substance.
Shock flashed across his face and passed by the mist. This was the first time he had shown this surprised expression since he fought.
The moment he passed by, the cold sword light struck his waist.
Fortunately, Mo Yulou was not a mediocre person. Although he was surprised, he did not react slowly. When the sword light cut to his waist, he used the power of spinning to remove part of the power. The knife only left a small wound on him.
Mo Yu Tower rushed past the fog, and the fog condensed Cheng Long Wenmu's body again, and the two opened the distance again.
The people watching the battle witnessed the moment just now and saw the strange scene of Long Wenmu's mist, all of which were whispering to each other.
"Native demon skills!" A demon master from another country spoke hoarsely.
This kid will also have a demonic skill!
The people on the ring were making a fuss, and the people in Qingyun Castle were in a better condition than others, because many people had heard of the rumors about Long Wenmu. I heard that when he defeated Qu Zhongyi, he used his natal demon skills.
But the rumors are all the rumors, but what you see with your own eyes is another matter.
Mo Yulou pressed his hand on the wound on his waist, and a trace of blood dripped from his palm. He was injured for the first time since the war started, and his face was as deep as water: "Boy, you can even know the magic tricks in your life!"
He expected that Long Wenmu had some tricks, but he did not expect that Long Wenmu's natal demon skills were actually not physical. After a moment of inattention, he was still injured by Long Wenmu.
Long Wenmu turned the Qianyin Knife into his hand and shut up and refused to answer.
To be honest, when he used his natal demon skills, his original intention was to cause Mo Yulou to severely hurt.
If someone sees through the natal demon skills, the effect will be greatly reduced. In his plan, even if the first strike cannot defeat Mo Yulou, he must strive for one more advantage.
However, Mo Yu Tower is too strong. If someone else comes, the knife will definitely not be avoided, but Mo Yu Tower can resolve most of its power. Although it leaves a scar, the wound is too shallow and has basically no effect.
That knife has nothing to do with itching, and Long Wenmu secretly complained that it was a pity.
Mo Yulou sneered coldly, and his face gradually showed ruthlessness.
This kid even knows his natal demon skills, which is indeed beyond his expectations. But it would be a bit whimsical to just want to beat him by his natal demon skills.
Since the war started, Mo Yu Tower has basically been guarding, and at this moment, it took the initiative to rush towards Long Wenmu.
The sharp and thin short sword pierced straight, and Long Wenmu blocked the way with a shallow hidden sword. Mo Yulou's wrist suddenly swung, and the sword edge drew an illusory arc. The next moment, the person suddenly disappeared from Long Wenmu's vision.
Long Wenmu glared at his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly how Mo Yulou disappeared.
Until now, Mo Yulou has never escaped from his sight, but at this moment, Long Wenmu actually lost his trace.
Not only did the person disappear, but even the breath disappeared, Mo Yulou seemed to have never appeared before.
This surprise came in just a moment, and Long Wenmu felt a biting chill the next moment.
The keen intuition about crisis cultivated from previous battles is often faster than the sight. As Mo Yu Tower disappeared, his warning suddenly arose.
While his hair stood up, he did not hesitate at all, and he used his natal demon skills again.
Just as his body was atomized, a sharp blade passed through his vest.
Long Wenmu's body, which turned into fog, quickly dodged. In the afterglow, he saw the figure of Mo Yulou jumping out of a black shadow on the ground.
Even though Long Wenmu was extremely keen, he was still shocked.
The two of them left when they touched each other, and neither succeeded.
Long Wenmu condensed the entity and retreated several feet towards the rear.
Mo Yulou came out of the shadow. This was not a wonderful magic trick. This strange ability was... a natal demon!
Several Tian Yaomasters from Qingyun Castle were sitting upright.
"This boy can even know his own demon skills!"
There was an uproar in the offense.
Long Wenmu used his natal demon skills, which was amazing, and Mo Yulou also used his natal demon skills.
The last competition between Yu Dashen and Ning Tai was a duel of natal demon skills, and this battle actually staged the same tactics.
Long Wenmu's horror was fleeting. Even though he was surprised, he wouldn't find it too strange after thinking about it carefully.
Ning Tai, who ranked second, can do his own destiny skills, and there is no reason why Mo Yulou can't do it.
It's just his ability... He just clearly came out of the shadow on the ground. Shadow?
Long Wenmu felt secretly alert, and the shallow hidden sword was placed in front of him.
"Boy, how about it? You are not the only one who knows the magic tricks in your life." Mo Yulou said in a joking tone.
Long Wenmu had no doubt that Mo Yulou had no need to expose his natal demon skills. He deliberately used his natal demon skills immediately, and what he did was more like a demonstration to himself.
Mo Yulou's short sword swayed in front of his eyes, and his footsteps stepped forward...
Here comes!
Long Wenmu tightened his nerves. Last time he missed the trace of Moyu Tower, and this time he said he would capture anything. However, when Moyu Tower took that step, the next moment he suddenly disappeared in front of everyone.
Just like before, Long Wenmu didn't see any clues at all.
Even the Tianmo Masters were shocked, because when Mo Yu Tower disappeared, they didn't even catch any traces.
Long Wenmu kept ringing in his heart, and a sense of crisis arose.
I saw with my own eyes that in the shadows under my feet, a short sword of cold light pierced straight up.
The short sword was extremely fast, and Long Wenmu had no time to think about it, so he turned his body back and dodged away with a slight slightest bit. After landing, he smelled a trace of blood at the tip of his nose and saw a broken blood mark on his chest.
Although the wound is not deep, it is indeed injured by the sword energy.
I couldn't calm down for a long time. If I just doubted the first time, then he would basically be sure of the second time that Mo Yulou's ability must be related to the shadows on the ground.
Can you lurk in the shadows?
Just as he calmed down, a sense of crisis came again. His body fogged, and a cold sword attacked from the shadow under his feet again.
On the field, Mo Yulou was elusive and appeared in different shadows like ghosts, and each knife was pointed at the key point.
Long Wenmu kept atomizing his body, and he avoided it every time.
The people in the stands held their breath and focused. Even if they did not play in person, they knew the dangers in this battle.
Every confrontation and every move is the ultimate use of power by both of them.
The use of power also requires time to control. The two figures constantly fade away, and each use of power is just right. Even if it is not directly confronting the vigorous battle, it is still a thrilling battle.
"That kid has met a comparable opponent this time," Mizhuo said.
"It's not just about the match. It's a lot of difficulties for the Dragon Boy to win." Feng Xiaosheng sighed.
Yun Jia was worried: "Senior Feng, do you think it's difficult for him to win?"
Yun Jia's strength is too low, and this kind of battle is no longer something she can imagine. She can't tell who is stronger and who is weaker on the field at all. She only knows that the two people in the field are constantly urging their natal skills.
Feng Xiaosheng said seriously: "Dragon boy is not weak, and his natal demon skills are even more of a killer move. However, this move is effective for others, but it is difficult for Mo Yulou to play a role."
"What does this mean?" Yun Jia asked anxiously.
Mi Zhuo was impatient: "How come you are so stupid? The natal demon skill of the stingy boy has no entity, and has great advantages for others. And at Mo Yulou, his natal demon skill is free to travel in the shadows, and he also has no body. He belongs to the same type as the natal demon skill of the stingy boy. When fighting with each other, how can the stingy boy have the advantage?"
Yun Jia frowned and Mi Zhuo said so, and she understood.
Although the power of atomization is of great use, it is greatly restricted against the power of Moyu Tower.
Mo Yulou can launch an offensive against Long Wenmu from the shadows, but Long Wenmu has no good way to Mo Yulou.
If so, wouldn’t it mean that Long Wenmu’s battle is extremely dangerous?
Even his trump card was defeated, and this battle was quite unfavorable to him.
On the ring, Long Wenmu continued to use his natal demon skills.
If it were him before, he would have been exhausted after so many times.
A sword light came from a phantom behind him. Long Wenmu used his natal demon skills for a moment, and was slashed on his back by the sword energy while dodging, leaving a bloody wound.
Long Wenmu jumped back and landed on the ground, with a bloody patch behind him. Blood dripped along his back and splashed blood red.
Mo Yulou showed up from the phantom with a blood-stained sword: "Boy, can you be exhausted? You only have this ability?"
He admitted that Long Wenmu was not weak, at least he had been entangled with him for so long.
Long Wenmu's natal demon skills have no entity, and it is indeed strange. If it were replaced by others, it would probably have been defeated by him.
But Mo Yulou was not afraid at all. Long Wenmu's power was weird, but it was useless to him. If Long Wenmu's ability was just like this, Mo Yulou would beat him, but it was a matter of time.
Long Wenmu reached out and touched his back, and felt a blood-red hand, baring his teeth slightly.
"Mo Yulou, you have no other skills except sneak attacks and hidden arrows to injure people?"
"Boy, the duck is stubborn!"
Long Wenmu laughed and pointed at the front of the blade: "Hidden your head and tail, you can't stand it. You don't have much ability. I can break your tricks. If you don't believe it, you can try again."
Mo Yulou felt that this kid was pretending and was just forced to be in a hurry by his natal demon skills, and now he dares to speak wildly.
It was just a bluff, how could Mo Yulou be afraid of him?
He was extremely arrogant, and Mo Yulou wanted to see what he used to deal with him. His body disappeared and disappeared in an instant.
Long Wenmu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he used his natal demon skills to fight against him. In terms of ability, he really had no good countermeasures.
If he had entered the secret realm, he was helpless, but now...
Long Wenmu jumped to the heights, his body rose into the air, and raised his hand to the sky: "Hide your head and reveal your tail, show it to me!"
A dazzling fire appeared in his palm and behind him.
A pair of dazzling light wings spread out from behind, and a bright ball of light was held up from his raised hands.
The dazzling light dispels all the haze in the field, as if a big sun appears above this arena.
The scorching heat dissipated with the halo and instantly filled every corner of the arena.
In a dissipating shadow, Mo Yulou screamed and fell out.
Looking up, there was only incredible in my eyes.
The field exclaimed in surprise. When the scorching high temperature was ignited, even through the barrier of the arena, people outside could feel the scorching temperature.
The crowd of people watching the game was completely boiling. All the Heavenly Demon Masters were concentrating on the same spot in the sixteen kingdoms, and vast divine thoughts perceived the past on the ring.
In the stands of Lingyun Castle, Fei Lie suddenly stood up, and his divine consciousness also felt the ring.
It’s not wrong, this feeling is absolutely impossible. This feeling is in the secret realm of Luoyang.
"Master, this is!" Fei Xiaoyu asked in surprise.
She also entered the Luoyang Secret Realm and was very familiar with some of the auras there. The aura emitted by Long Wenmu at this moment was exactly the same as the auras in the Luoyang Secret Realm.
In the stands where the emperors were, even the Yanyang Emperor stood up and stared deeply at the ring.
Yun Rulong frowned and looked at him, muttering to himself: "Its brilliance is like the sun, its shape is like the sun, this is... the sky fire in the falling sun!"