When they first met, He Qinglan's ability to control weapons was actually above Long Wenmu. The reason why she eventually lost to Long Wenmu was mainly because Long Wenmu made too fast progress.
Feng Jie and Zhou said that Long Wenmu had good talent in the imperial weapon, but Long Wenmu had no real sense. Until this time, he found that he seemed to be really talented in this path.
After He Qinglan left, Long Wenmu practiced for a while and summarized his experience today. When he was tired of the weapon, he broke a piece of small branches and swung them with demonic power, which derived the sharpness of a sword from it.
Time passed and dusk had arrived. He ate some food and drank some wine. When it was late at night, he sat on the bluestone and meditated and rested.
One night passed, and the next morning, it was dawn, and Long Wenmu was awakened by the movements beside him.
The sky was still white with fish belly. In the hazy glow, He Qinglan, who had changed her clothes, had already arrived on the top of the mountain. She changed her gentle outfit before and came prepared today.
"Senior Sister He." Long Wenmu turned over from the rock.
"Junior Brother Long is still here. Yesterday I had something to do, so I left before the competition was serious. I was so excited. Brother Long, don't blame me." He Qinglan stroked his hair with a good knowledge and blinked sincerely.
Long Wenmu knew that silence is golden at this time, and some things cannot be said deeper, so he just smiled and responded: "Senior sister can compare any time, it's okay, I don't matter."
He Qinglan's expression changed slightly, and she quickly turned her head and said, "This... I'm a little inconvenient today. The reason why I came here today was that I specially called another person to come."
As soon as she finished speaking, a figure walked up from behind.
The person who came was a man wearing white clothes, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and was handsome and elegant.
"This is Haoyu, my senior brother." He Qinglan introduced, "Senior Brother Haoyu's weapon control skills are superb. Yesterday, he heard about Junior Brother Long, so he wanted to come over and compete with Junior Brother Long."
The man called Haoyu looks a little older than He Qinglan and has a higher cultivation level. Although he is less than half a step in practicing Taoism, he may have been in the realm of the top-grade Heavenly Demon Master for a long time.
Long Wenmu raised his eyebrows and said, "I came yesterday with a senior sister, and today with another senior brother." But no one is wrong with him.
Haoyu laughed heartily: "You are the junior brother Long, I heard about you a few days ago. Yesterday I heard my junior sister say that she was defeated by you, so I will come and take a look."
With a bang, one foot stepped hard on his instep, stomping his entire foot under the ground.
"I didn't take it seriously yesterday..." He Qinglan's smile on her face was almost squeezed out the ice slag, and she still crushed Haoyu's instep a few times.
Haoyu had one foot stuck underground, with his hands behind his back, and his smile remained unchanged, but his foot was trampled a little trembling.
"I heard that there is a master of weapon control. I came here before dawn. If Junior Brother Long has a good mood, I might as well practice with you today."
For Long Wenmu, as long as there is someone to accompany him, he doesn't mind who it is. And in his opinion, Haoyu's ability to control the weapon is higher than that of He Qinglan. The fastest way to improve the power of the control weapon is to actual combat. Since the other party came to the door to ask for battle in person, Long Wenmu certainly had no reason to refuse.
"I don't care." Long Wenmu made his attitude clear.
"I like people who are happy like my junior brother. Yesterday, my junior sister suffered a grievance from you. I, a senior brother, cannot remain silent. I will not be ruthless. I am careful!"
It can be seen that Haoyu is an extremely generous person and does not like to beat around the bush.
However, He Qinglan curled her lips, obviously feeling angry about words such as "being wronged" and "defeated".
Haoyu just said something, and he said hello. At the same time, he made a "please" move, and then raised his hand and shot four streams of light towards Long Wenmu. There were many weapons, and Haoyu actually made four moves with one move!
Just looking at the posture, you can tell that Haoyu's ability to control weapons is much better than He Qinglan. When fighting with such a person, Long Wenmu would not dare to be careless. He hurriedly used three short swords.
Seven streams of light flew in the sky, and the sound of impact was endless.
Yesterday, Long Wenmu's three imperial weapons were used to deal with He Qinglan's two imperial weapons, and they had the advantage of quantity. Today, it was completely reversed, and he fought with less and more. Just at a sudden confrontation, he fell into a weak position. Only then did he realize that in the confrontation of the imperial weapons, he was at a loss when there were fewer numbers. The difficulty of three imperial weapons resisting against four was beyond imagination.
Haoyu not only has the advantage in quantity, but also has excellent control ability. Not only is the precise control, but each weapon is powerful. Four flowing lights hit Long Wenmu's three flowing lights, barely supporting them.
After more than ten days of confrontation, Haoyu said "Huh" with an inaudible "Eh".
He heard about Long Wenmu from He Qinglan and knew that Long Wenmu could distract himself from controlling the three weapons.
He had a numerical advantage and thought that after the fight, he could defeat Long Wenmu in one breath, but found that Long Wenmu was unexpectedly tenacious. Although he was at a disadvantage, he barely blocked his attack with three weapons.
"It's better to see it at first sight than to hear it. Junior brother is indeed very good." Haoyu said many words of praise.
He sincerely praised him. He had put in a lot of effort to control his weapons to this level. He heard that Long Wenmu had only learned about controlling weapons for a few days. If he compared this, he would inevitably feel frustrated.
You should know that it is not the same thing as controlling objects in the air. The control device attaches the mind to the aircraft and treats the aircraft as its own clone. It can be said that each aircraft has its own independent self. To do this, the controller needs to have a strong soul power and a strong mind. This is definitely not something you can do at will.
In the sky, seven Wuwang swords were divided into three battlefield collisions. Each confrontation was like a swordsman holding a sword fighting fiercely. Each sword contained different sword intents and used different sword moves, sometimes opening and closing, sometimes being tricky and weird. The confrontation was extremely exciting.
The confrontation of the imperial weapon lasted for a stick of incense, and Long Wenmu had retreated more than ten steps from the original site. The place where the dagger kept hitting was just a few feet away from him, completely pressing on his last line of defense. He was rushing to deal with the attacks from four directions, wishing he could grow more hands.
"Have Junior Brother Long used flying weapons in the past?" Hao Yu gracefully gestured in the air with his fingers and asked casually.
"Does the bow count?" Long Wenmu's temples were sweating.
"Oh? It turns out that Junior Brother Long can use a bow, so it's no wonder."
"What does this mean?" Long Wenmu asked in confusion.
"I was thinking before that, Junior Brother, you are a bit exaggerated, even the word "genius" is not enough to describe you. Junior Brother Long, your talent for controlling weapons is so extraordinary, it is related to your ability to use bows in the past. As the saying goes, you are proficient in a long-distance method and will naturally be easy to get started with the control weapons."
Is that true? Long Wenmu has never thought about this. Speaking of which, when he uses a bow, he can shoot hundreds of arrows at the same time and accurately allocate his mind to each arrow. Maybe it is because of his good at this kind of thing that he can grow so quickly on the weapon.
If you think about it carefully, although the harness and arrows are not exactly the same, they are essentially somewhat similar.
If these two can be treated as the same thing, past experience may be learned from the archery.
"Senior Brother Hao, you and I have achieved this today, why not give me a prize?"
Hearing Long Wenmu's suggestion, Haoyu's movements couldn't help but slow down a little.
"Caitto? What kind of lottery do you want?"
"If I win today, can Senior Brother Hao lend me a few more Wuwang Sword Envoys?"
"Do you think three is not enough?" Haoyu frowned. In his opinion, three is already a lot. Could it be that this is not Long Wenmu's limit?
"If senior brother wins, you have any requirements. As long as I can do it, you can just ask."
"Haha, what's the point of junior brother? Wuwang Sword is not a precious thing. Don't mention borrowing it, you beat me, I'll give you a few more."
He praised Long Wenmu's talent, but he didn't think Long Wenmu could beat him. Of course, the Wuwang sword is indeed not very precious. Since Long Wenmu wants it, it doesn't matter if he gives him a few later. Anyway, when he met and fought, Haoyu really admired Long Wenmu's character and felt that he was very compatible with him. As the saying goes, no matter how hard he met without fighting, he has friendship, and there is no need to be stingy to give him a few flying swords.
Just as he was thinking this way, Long Wenmu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and suddenly changed his previous defensive posture. Three short swords shot straight at Haoyu, but he was only attacking but not defending.
Haoyu's heart tightened, and his instinctive fear made him subconsciously draw the Wuwang sword to defend.
Three short swords on Long Wenmu flew in the shape of a font, while Haoyu's four swords formed a flower shape, turning squeakingly to form a defense.
Three swords hit the petals and failed to break them and were directly bounced out.
Haoyu was laughing in his heart. Although Long Wenmu had excellent talent, his methods were still a little more immature.
Just as he was thinking this, three swords flew over again. But in Haoyu's opinion, it was useless to try it any more times.
Three swords are flying back and forth.
The crisp sound of "ding" was a Wuwang sword nailed to Haoyu's defense. Unfortunately, the defense was too strong and a sword could not do its best.
However, the remaining power on the sword had not yet dissipated, and another "ding" sound was another "dink". This was the second sword nailed to the tail of the previous sword.
With the overlap of two forces, the defense composed of four Wuwang swords actually appeared in a gap.
"Ding"! The third sound, the third dagger was nailed to the tail of the second sword!
The three forces are superimposed, pushing waves and pursing waves, and the force is continuous, and it actually penetrates straight through the defense like a spear.
Haoyu was in a state of chaos, and he never expected this to be the result. The opponent broke through his defense with a weak number. He hurriedly changed his moves. At the critical moment, four flying swords were slammed, and seven streams of light spread out in all directions and landed on the ground one after another.
The waves of the battle subsided, Haoyu and Long Wenmu looked at each other, and there was still sweat on Haoyu's temples, and his face was still in shock.
"This is a draw?" Long Wenmu looked at his palm, clenched his fist gently, recalling his feelings just now.
"What was that trick just now?" Haoyu couldn't help asking.
"Senior brother just reminded me, can you forget it?"
"Arrow move?" Haoyu suddenly realized. But it was easier said than done. The Wuwang Sword, which always took off his hands, was difficult to control. This was no better than a bow and arrow. It was amazing that he could make such accurate moves in this state.