On the ring, the two were still fighting fiercely, and they were running through quickly.
The black fog in Moyu Tower surging.
Long Wenmu's flames wrapped around his fist and blasted away from the air.
The fallen sun fire dispels the black air that spreads around.
Since Long Wenmu used Luoyang Tianhuo, the two have been fighting fiercely for a long time.
While this battle between the dragon and the tiger, everyone stared at the stage in a hurry, fearing that they would miss any moment.
It was another collision of strength, and the two figures separated and looked at each other panting on both sides of the ring.
Long Wenmu was breathing rapidly and had many scars on his body. The situation in Mo Yulou opposite him was not better than him.
Long Wenmu slightly calmed the breath in his body, and the fire on his arms also dissipated a little.
Although Luoyang Tianhuo is powerful, it consumes a lot of demonic power. Until now, there is not much demonic power left in the body.
Mo Yulou opposite was also breathing violently. Ordinary demon masters would definitely not be able to deal with Luoyang Tianhuo. It is enough to show that his strength is strong until now.
The black fog around him must be some kind of powerful secret technique. Using this move will consume no less than Long Wenmu.
Long Wenmu panted while grinning.
"Boy, why are you laughing at?" Mo Yulou opposite him said in a low voice.
Now he no longer has the calmness of the first battle.
"Laughing at your disrespectfulness." Long Wenmu said sternly.
He quietly took out a few demon crystals from the Qiankun Ring, and silently absorbed them with his hands behind his back.
Mo Yulou snorted coldly: "What are you doing secretly!"
"What do you care about me?" Long Wenmu kept absorbing the demon crystal.
"I admit that I underestimated you at the beginning." Mo Yulou said again.
"It's great that you can improve your mistakes. You admit defeat, and I'll let you go." Long Wenmu took out dozens of demon crystals with his hands behind his back and held them in his hand.
Mo Yulou's teeth were clattering, and he couldn't see Long Wenmu's small movements. He had an impulse in his heart, wishing he could tear this kid alive.
He never expected that Long Wenmu had the means of Luoyang Tianhuo, and Luoyang Tianhuo was extremely powerful. If he had not mastered some kind of secret technique, it would have been impossible for him to compete today. However, this secret technique also consumed particularly demonic power for him. At this point in the battle, his demonic power had already bottomed out.
How could he not notice that Long Wenmu absorbed the demon crystal? If he hadn't had his own serious physical energy consumption, it would have been impossible for Long Wenmu to give such an opportunity.
He took a step back a little and quickly poured a bottle of powder into his mouth.
When he made this move, Long Wenmu also poured a bottle of liquid into his mouth at the same time.
Both of them are nervous, and sometimes a subtle move or a brief distraction may encounter an unexpected situation.
But if Long Wenmu took the initiative to take things, how could Long Wenmu missed the opportunity? What fell into his mouth was the clear dew given to him by Fei Lie.
As the clear dew entered the mouth, a coolness spread out in the throat, and the dry demonic power actually showed signs of recovery.
Opposite him, after taking a bottle of things, Mo Yulou's breath increased slightly. Sure enough, he also had something to use for restoration.
Neither of them took the initiative to take action, just looked at each other from a distance and recovered silently.
Long Wenmu noticed that his demonic power had recovered a lot, and the dry demonic power in his body had also recovered by 20 to 30%.
Although not much recovery is achieved, recovery of 20% or 30% is likely to be the key to victory in this situation.
After the demon crystal in his hand was completely absorbed, he danced a ball of flames and rushed towards Mo Yu Tower again.
You can't give Mo Yulou too much time to recover. Instead of being passive, it's better to take the initiative.
Mo Yulou also moved the moment Long Wenmu set off.
The two walked away in the ring.
Long Wenmu used the Liuyun Step, and Mo Yulou also used his body skills.
Two figures shuttled quickly, and the flames in Long Wenmu's hand continued to attack with the force of fists, and while Mo Yulou dodged, he continued to fight back with extremely strange moves.
"It's started again." Yun Jia and others looked worriedly in the stands.
"Why didn't that kid recover for a while?" Fei Lie complained.
Qingshen Lu should be able to restore Long Wenmu more, and he shouldn't be so anxious to do it.
To be honest, even Fei Lie is not sure who will win this battle.
On the ring, the battle started again, and various exquisite moves confronted continuously.
Mo Yulou's short sword stabbed, and Long Wenmu turned to the side, avoiding the straight sword. He grabbed the loophole for this moment, and the flames wrapped around his fists and landed heavily on Mo Yulou's belly.
Mo Yulou bowed in pain, and Long Wenmu's knee had already hit his cheek.
"Okay!" Many people shouted in the audience.
Mo Yulou spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. How could Long Wenmu miss such an opportunity? This is the first time he has seized such an opportunity until now.
A fist that struck Mo Yulou's cheek fell on Mo Yulou's cheek, and each fist contained the unpredictable Luoyang Tianhuo.
Mo Yulou's short sword was out of hand, fist power, foot power, and various moves kept calling him, and fire burst out, and his body retreated backwards like catkins in the wind.
"Win!" Fei Lie shouted excitedly on the platform.
Long Wenmu seized this opportunity, and the current offensive fell on Mo Yulou without reservation.
The two were almost the same before, but with the current gap, the result was obvious.
No matter how strong Mo Yulou is, it is now at the end of his strength. It is impossible to turn the tables again under such circumstances. This battle is like this, and it can basically be concluded that Long Wenmu won.
The faces of the Tianmo Masters in Qingyun Castle were filled with smiles, and their expectations were the same as Fei Lie.
The atmosphere in the field finally couldn't calm down anymore, and the shouts were loud and the mountains and tsunamis were heard.
On the ring, Long Wenmu tried his best to vent his spare energy on Mo Yulou.
Every punch is full of strength. The power of Luoyang Tianhuo spares no effort to release each punch, and every punch is as heavy as a tremendous force.
Bright flames burst out, and under his attack, blood was constantly splashing on Mo Yulou's body. Under the hot high temperature, his skin was charred and cracked, and he kept humming in his mouth.
The fifteen Heavenly Demon Masters above are ready to take action to stop the battle.
Long Wenmu's fist wrapped around the power of Luoyang's heavenly fire, and he punched it hard, landing on Mo Yulou's chest impartially.
Blood red ejaculated from the mouth of Mo Yulou, his body flew backwards, hitting heavily on the barrier, and then landed weakly on the ground.
Long Wenmu was breathing heavily, and even his eyes were filled with a heavy shadow.
In the last bombardment, he almost used all the demonic power he had just recovered.
Looking at Mo Yulou who was lying motionless on the ground, the corner of his mouth slightly grinned.
He knew he had won.
No matter how strong Mo Yulou is, he will never stand up after taking this offensive.
Long Wenmu's whole body was already sore and weak. Looking at Mo Yulou who was falling to the ground and motionless, his tense heartstrings finally relaxed. He almost fought to the point where the oil was exhausted. If Mo Yulou had not fallen, he would probably be powerless to fight again.
In the stands around, there was never a fierce sound of cheers. The battle between the sky demons finally decided at this moment.
Long Wenmu and Mo Yulou are undoubtedly the two strongest among the warriors in this battle of the Heavenly Demons. This battle is better than any previous one. If you witness such a battle with your own eyes, let alone those ordinary disciples, even the Earth Demon Master and the Heavenly Demon Master cannot suppress their excitement.
On the ring, Long Wenmu was sweating all over, and turned his head toward the highest stand.
Yun Rulong sat quietly on it, looking at each other from a distance.
After winning the Battle of Heavenly Demons, he was qualified to make a request to Yun Rulong.
I tried everything myself and finally got to this point.
The cheers like tides below the court, and those sounds were so illusory in Long Wenmu's ears.
He saw an emcee walking downstairs.
The emcee came to his senses at this time, solemnly folded his hands in front of him and announced to all directions.
"This battle, Yunxuan Country..."
Long Wenmu felt relieved when he heard him calling out the name of Yunxuan Kingdom.
But after listening to it, he didn't hear the words he shouted out.
A very strange feeling suddenly appeared in Long Wenmu's heart. The few words behind the emcee did not shout out, and the cheers in the venue also came to an abrupt end.
Long Wenmu was confused for a moment, looking back at the strange feeling...
He saw a cloud of black mist beside the barrier.
It was the black fog that was not dissipated, and a figure could be vaguely seen in the black fog.
Long Wenmu's heart, which had just become silent, suddenly rose to his throat.
Mo Yulou has not yet failed?
Just as I was determined to continue the fight, my eyes were filled with a flash and I actually lost the trace of Mo Yu Tower.
What followed was a severe pain in the abdomen, and his body was hit by a huge force, and he couldn't help but fly backwards.
Long Wenmu felt that all internal organs had shifted, and this violent impact had never happened since the beginning of the war.
The force that fell on himself crushed almost all the bones, which was not like the power that a great demon master should have.
Long Wenmu's consciousness suddenly became a little hazy and felt a hint of warmth. He flew backwards and looked down, and one hand pierced through his abdomen.
His hand pierced through his abdomen and penetrated from behind...
The hand was poked out from the black fog. The skin on the hand was ink-colored, dry like the bark of an old tree, which was not like a human hand at all.
The hand was pulled out from Long Wenmu's abdomen, bringing out hot blood.
Long Wenmu felt dizzy again in his mind, and he vaguely heard the sneering sound from the black fog.
Something hit behind him, a heat flowed out of his throat, and he opened his mouth and spit out.
The stands were silent and everyone saw it. When the emcee was about to announce the result, the black mist hit Long Wenmu's body, and one hand pierced through Long Wenmu's body. Long Wenmu flew backwards, hitting the barrier, and spitting out a mouthful of blood red.
"No!" Yun Jia stood up in horror on the platform of Lingyun Castle, wailing heart-wrenchingly.
Without the calmness of the past, he wanted to rush towards the ring frantically, but was stopped by Mi Zhuo and Feng Xiaosheng.
Fei Lie stood up straight and looked at the ring in disbelief.
Except for leaving the Yang Kingdom, in the stands of other countries, the Earth Demon Masters and Heaven Demon Masters stood up silently and stared at the strange scene that happened in the field.
The black fog was still congested, and the person was also wrapped in the black fog.
Long Wenmu fell to the ground, and blood flowed in his abdomen, and the remaining power and consciousness were almost exhausted.
In his blurry sight, he saw the black fog rushing towards him again. He endured the severe pain and stood up and retreated violently.
The speed of the black fog was far beyond his speed of retreating, and he easily caught up with him.
A hand stretched out from the black fog and grabbed it forward.
Long Wenmu couldn't hide at all. His clothes on his chest were scratched and broken, leaving four deep bone-deep wounds, and blood sprayed out from the wound without restraint.
The pain was heart-wrenching, Long Wenmu gritted his teeth and endured it.
He didn't understand what was wrong with Mo Yulou.
Mo Yu Tower was clearly at the end of its power before, so why did this kind of power suddenly burst out?
Neither physical strength nor speed were weaker than when he was in full swing.
Seeing his arm sweeping across, Long Wenmu lifted his arms to resist. At the same time, he used his last remaining power to condense a wall of fire on his side.
The other party's arm swept across, the fire wall was fragile and shattered, and the huge force fell on Long Wenmu's arm. Long Wenmu flew out like a broken blood bag.
"Impossible! This is impossible!" On the high platform, Fei Lie pointed at the black fog and shouted excitedly.
Mo Yulou cannot have such strong power. Where did he get this power? He could not support Long Wenmu's attack in the past moment, why would this power burst out next moment?
Impossible, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible!
Long Wenmu fell to the ground and his arms were already unconscious.
The severe pain in his abdomen almost made him faint several times.
He forced himself to stand up several times, but he fell back to the ground because of his weakness.
The black fog slowly walked over like a cat play rat, poked out the dark hand and pinched Long Wenmu's throat, lifting Long Wenmu up.
As far away as each other, Long Wenmu heard a heavy breathing sound. The power on that arm was something he could not break free from. Not to mention that he was suffering heavy damage now, even Quan Sheng could not resist this force.
What pinched his throat was not like the power of a great demon master, it was more like the brute force of some kind of beast.
There were strange patterns on the arms that were poking out from the black fog, and the black blood vessels were drilling under the skin like earthworms. The dark and dry skin, the sharp fingers and claws like thin swords, and the touch without any temperature. This arm is not a human arm at all.