"Boy, are you really from Qingyun Castle?" Kong Xuan asked doubtfully.
No wonder he would ask more, because Long Wenmu's behavior is indeed different from that of the people in Qingyun Castle.
If Long Wenmu was said to be an evil person, Kong Xuan might still believe it.
"Who am I and what does my relationship have to you?" Long Wenmu seemed unafraid.
"Boy, let me ask you again, are you really not afraid of death? If I want to kill you, you may not be able to escape even if you have some means." He was observing Long Wenmu's reaction as he spoke.
Long Wenmu just thrust the Roaring Lion Sword in front of him and didn't want to say anything more to him.
In any case, now we not only need to find a way to deal with this powerful enemy, but also buy time for those who escape down the mountain.
Seeing that Long Wenmu stopped paying attention to him, Kong Xuan also knew that it was useless to talk more.
After several attempts to persuade him to no avail, his patience was exhausted.
His breath became slightly heavier, and he pounced again like an arrow leaving the string.
Strong murderous intent, wrapped in an irreversible bloody aura.
In any case, since this kid has no intention of surrendering, he must be killed.
If one day this kid grows up and still stands against himself and others, he will undoubtedly be a formidable enemy.
He threw himself in front of Long Wenmu and covered Long Wenmu with intensive attacks. Every move and every move was a killing technique.
Kong Xuan was already murderous.
Long Wenmu had a head-on confrontation with him, but he immediately fell behind in just the first encounter.
Moves often rely on novelty and strangeness. The poisoned weapons and the Sky-Splitting Fist have been exposed, but any move that has been exposed will be difficult to be effective again, especially for people who are stronger than you.
Kong Xuan basically didn't leave Long Wenmu a chance to fight back. He had tried to test before and didn't use all his strength. Now he attacked with all his strength and decided to judge.
Only a moment later, Long Wenmu's body was dripping with blood. Apart from passive defense, he had no chance to fight back.
Somewhere at the foot of Chaoshan Mountain, Ye Lan and others were hiding in a bush.
They shouldn't have stayed at this time, but Qing'er's injuries were serious and the group had no time to go far.
Qing'er had already applied ointment on her hands, and the cold feeling had somewhat relieved the pain. However, after being injured by Kong Xuan, she was temporarily unable to move, and her condition had worsened.
Listening to Long Wenmu's muffled grunts from the direction of the battlefield, the two women's hearts tightened.
Kong Xuan pointed out a finger, pointing like a sword, and pierced Long Wenmu's shoulder straight.
Use your hand as a knife and lift it upward.
Hissing sound.
The clothes on Long Wenmu's shoulders were completely opened, revealing the scars underneath that looked like cuts from a knife blade.
The flesh on his shoulder was torn open and there was a lot of blood. Long Wenmu groaned and stumbled back.
There were countless large and small wounds on his body, and they were so deep that they might even have damaged his organs. An ordinary demon master would have lost his fighting ability long ago with such injuries.
Kong Xuan couldn't help but be surprised. Ever since he started seriously, this kid had been hit hard by him many times, and he was already in such a mess, yet he hadn't fallen down yet.
Revenge ignited in his heart, and he struck harder and harder, vowing to crush Long Wenmu to ashes.
With the frenzied attacks and the gap in cultivation and strength, Long Wenmu was severely wounded by Kong Xuan again and again.
Finding an opening for Long Wenmu, Kong Xuan's palm prints landed heavily on Long Wenmu's chest.
In order to prevent Long Wenmu from causing any trouble, he acted mercilessly.
When he was struck by the palm, Long Wenmu's chest dented downwards, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he flew backwards in embarrassment.
"Let's see if you die this time!" Kong Xuan shouted coldly.
No matter how strong this kid is, he will never be safe after being hit hard like this. Even if he doesn't fight back at this point, it's probably because he's at the end of his rope. Kong Xuan wants to see how much more he can endure.
when.
The surrounding fog filled the air, and Long Wenmu flew backwards more than ten feet away and fell directly into the thick fog.
Kong Xuan walked forward, hummed softly, waved his arms, and the strong wind swept away, blowing away the mist.
Long Wenmu's aura disappeared as soon as he fell into the mist.
died?
Kong Xuan was wary.
This kid is cunning by nature, so he won't be careless.
However, after the fog was blown away, he found that Long Wenmu was not where he expected.
"Huh?" Kong Xuan let out a light sigh.
The breath suddenly burst out, and with him as the center, the mist within a few feet was blown away. But looking around, there was still no sign of Long Wenmu.
"You brat, you want to avoid me?"
If he died, at least he would still have his body, and if he didn't see anyone else, it would mean that he was still alive.
But I couldn't feel his aura, and I couldn't see him anywhere. He had obviously suppressed the fluctuations in demonic power and hid.
He actually wants to hide in the thick fog? This kid is too underestimated. Kong Xuan sneered.
A seriously injured person, he was clearly struggling to his death.
No matter how hard he suppresses it, it is impossible to suppress the demonic power to the point where there is no ripple at all. As long as he senses it carefully, Kong Xuan still doesn't believe that he can hide it.
This was Kong Xuan's plan to kill that kid in one go without leaving him any chance to breathe.
However, after careful sensing, he was surprised to find that he could not sense Long Wenmu's aura.
After all, he is a top-grade demon master, and his perception ability is quite outstanding, so he can't even catch that kid.
The battle at Yu Qianyo's side not far away interfered with his perception. He frowned slightly, calmed down his mind, simply closed his eyes, and expanded his perception to the maximum.
The delicate perception spreads out peacefully, enough to cover a half-mile radius, and no disturbance can escape his sensing.
But just when he closed his eyes, a bright light flickered in the darkness in front of his eyes.
Kong Xuan didn't think much at first, but instinctively took half a step back. Just in this half step, the sound of the blade breaking through the wind came to his ears.
Panic erupted from the bottom of Kong Xuan's heart. He has been able to grow to this point because he has experienced many life and death battles.
This feeling was the huge fear of life and death that he had experienced.
His eyes suddenly opened. In front of him, just one step away, was Long Wenmu's face stained red with blood.
Half of Long Wenmu's body was integrated with the mist, and only half of his body was condensed into substance. He seemed to be a person solidified from the mist, and it was that solid hand that cut off the Roaring Lion Sword from top to bottom.
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Kong Xuan's mind went blank. In this short moment, he didn't even understand what happened.
There was no time for him to think too much, the light of the sword flashed out, and the sharp energy disappeared in a flash.
Kong Xuan felt a pain in his shoulder, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his right arm flying out.
The Roaring Lion Sword cut off his right arm and left a huge scar on his abdomen.
Kong Xuan has never been careless, but no matter how careful he is, he can't guard against the killing move that suddenly appears in front of him.
If he hadn't taken half a step back instinctively, the knife would have split him in two.
Relying on the force of the slash, Kong Xuan retreated violently.
My feet felt weak and I almost stumbled and fell.
In the mist, Long Wenmu revealed his true form.
He has been brewing this attack for a long time, and the demonic skills he inherited from the Cloud Hidden Beast can be said to have miraculous effects on the foggy mountains.
He had endured the fierce attack of Kong Xuan for so long, just waiting for the opportunity. Originally, this attack was carried out with the idea of killing Kong Xuan, but unexpectedly, he still escaped.
Long Wenmu spat out bloody saliva, concentrated the demonic power on his chest, and pumped it gently.
The chest that had been dented by the opponent re-inflated with a "click" sound.
I wiped it on the wounds on my body, and the bleeding wounds stopped bleeding in a blink of an eye.
"You...what on earth have you done!" Kong Xuan glared at him and yelled at the top of his lungs.
Tick-tock, the sound of dripping water.
A pool of blood had already gathered at Kong Xuan's feet.
One arm was cut off and a large gash was opened in his abdomen. If he hadn't used his other hand to hold down the wound on his abdomen, his internal organs might have been spilled all over the floor.
Although he is not dead, he has been severely injured. Because of this sword, I am afraid that not even 10% of his combat strength is left. The great situation has been changed in one fell swoop.
He looked at Long Wenmu as if he were looking at a monster.
What was this kid's move just now? A magic trick? No, I'm afraid it was a natal demon skill. How did he turn into mist? What kind of demonic beast's ability is this?
Also, this kid should have been severely injured, so how could he look like he was fine? All the wounds on his body, large and small, were healing at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. What is this terrible resilience? This is still human resilience.
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Who is he?
Long Wenmu waved the blade gently, shaking away the blood on the blade.
The scars all over his body indeed looked extremely miserable, but only he knew that in the face of his unusual recovery power, mere flesh wounds were not serious.
For the first time since the battle began, Kong Xuan felt the fear of death.
If it were a head-on fight, that kid would not be his opponent. But that kid used every one of those killing moves just right.
He repeatedly pretended to be embarrassed, but it was just inducement. Like an experienced hunter, luring a powerful prey into a prepared trap bit by bit.
It's not about the level of strength, but about the calculations. In this kind of battle, you can still judge the situation calmly. People who are not used to fighting strong enemies will never be able to do such a thing.
Long Wenmu stepped forward with his sword in hand, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
The Roaring Lion Sword rekindled its flames, and the sword's aura was overwhelming.
Kong Xuan's forehead was sweating, and he retreated in panic, leaving a bloody footprint with every step he took.
He was really panicked. How could he have imagined that he would fall into this kid's hands?
"Wait...wait a minute, as long as you join me in the Black Dragon Palace, I can give you everything you want." Kong Xuan said in a panic, and the calmness he had before was long gone.
"I just want your life." Long Wenmu grinned with two rows of blood-stained teeth, looking like a bloodthirsty ghost.
Kongxuan's souls were all gone, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
Could this guy be the incarnation of a powerful ghost? Who are he fighting?
On the other side, Yu Qianyo's opponent, after seeing the situation on Kong Xuan's side, suddenly launched a fierce attack, forced Yu Qianyo back with a palm, pulled away and rushed towards Kong Xuan.
Yu Qianyo had already suffered serious injuries in the previous fight and was unable to stop him at all.
The man flew to Kong Xuan and grabbed Kong Xuan before Long Wenmu pounced on him again.
"Let's go!" He hugged Kong Xuan and rushed into the jungle.
That man wanted to escape, and with the strength of the top-grade demon master, Long Wenmu couldn't stop him.
After just a few steps of pursuit, the other party was already gone.
Long Wenmu stood in the woods, holding the roaring lion knife and breathing heavily.
"Master Long!" Yu Qiandai rushed over.
The two of them looked at each other and saw each other's embarrassment.
Yu Qiandai's face was covered in blood, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was as white as paper.
"Run away?" Yu Qiandai frowned.
Long Wenmu gritted his teeth gently: "It's not that simple to run away. One of them is injured and can't run far."
Yu Qiandai looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Long, are you okay? You are injured..."
Long Wenmu gasped for a while before he pulled the Lion-Screaming Sword out of the ground again.
In fact, his consumption is not small. No matter how strong he is in front of his opponent, he still can't cover up the vainness of his aura.