Long Yijian looked surprised and moved his eyebrows, and then simply agreed to Ye Qiu's request.

"Well, I'll keep her from leaving the family headquarters for a while. ”

"Ye Qiu, no, you can't, you can't do this——!"

Fang Wuxian shouted behind Ye Qiu while crying. But Ye Qiu didn't look back. He just retracted his right foot and lowered his right hand sword to assume his fighting stance.

Long Yijian lifted his own enchantment, who knows what other tricks he has besides the enchantment.

After disarming the barrier, Ryuchi drew his sword from the floor and placed the crossbow behind him.

Ye Qiu's consciousness was very calm and clear. "Fang Wuxian, I'm sorry......" This thought appeared in his mind like a bubble, and then after it flew away, Ye Qiu's heart was shrouded in battle instinct, and it began to become as sharp as a blade.

To be honest, Ye Qiu didn't know how much chance he had of winning. In the previous duel, technically, I didn't feel inferior to him.

But only if that guy doesn't use the hidden power of his mouth, the kind of trick that stops him and only he can move.

It all depends on Long Yijian's self-esteem. Judging from what he had just said, he should have been prepared to use only the "Divine Sword" ability to outdo himself. In this way, only by deciding the outcome as soon as possible before he used his special ability, Ye Qiu could have a chance of survival.

The tension between Ye Qiu and Long Yijian gradually rose. It felt like even the air was shaking because of the murderous aura of the two. This is no longer a duel, but a simple killing battle. That's right—I'm going to put that man—

"Kill you......!"

Exhale sharply from your mouth and kick the ground at the same time.

When there was still some distance between them, the sword in his right hand swept out. Long Yijian easily resisted with the shield in his left hand. Sparks flew away, illuminating the faces of both of them for a moment.

The crash of metal against each other was like a signal that the battle had begun, and the sword light and sword shadows that accelerated between the two of them began to press the space around them.

This was the most irregular and humane battle among the countless battles that Ye Qiu had experienced so far.

Both had seen each other's moves before. In addition, he also knew about the Xuantian Cold Ice Sword, so the simple tricks would definitely be seen through by him. When you think about it this way, you can understand why all your moves will be blocked in a duel.

Ye Qiu didn't use his original tricks at all, and only relied on his own fighting instinct to constantly swing the sword in his hand. Of course, there is no way to get the best attack speed in this way, but relying on the perception of being accelerated to the limit, the arms can easily exceed the usual swing speed of the sword. Even his own eyes saw the appearance of several, if not dozens, swords in his hand because of the afterimage. But—

Long Yijian continued to swing Ye Qiu's attacks down with astonishing accuracy. And as soon as Ye Qiu appeared a gap in the attack, he immediately applied a sharp counterattack to me.

And Ye Qiu could only rely on his instantaneous reaction ability to resist it. The whole situation is deadlocked. In order to be able to obtain more information about the enemy's thinking and reaction, Ye Qiu focused his consciousness on Long Yijian's eyes. This leaves the two eyes staggered.

But the brass-colored eyes of the Demon King, Long Yijian, have always been quite cold. The human feelings that had appeared in the previous duel have completely disappeared now.

Suddenly, Ye Qiu felt a chill on his back.

Ye Qiu was now facing a man who had ruthlessly killed countless people. Can an ordinary normal person do such a thing? and still remain calm under the heavy pressure of so many deaths and so many resentments—that is no longer a human being, but a monster.

He's a monster, right? just like a human.

"Woo-oh-oh-oh!"

He roared to clear the small sense of fear that had arisen deep in his heart. Ye Qiu accelerated the movements of his hand even faster, and launched several attacks in a row in a second, but Long Yijian's expression still did not change at all. He swung his cross shield and long sword at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and indeed bounced all of Ye Qiu's attacks away.

He's just trying to play with himself——!

The fear in my heart gradually turned into anxiety. Could it be that the reason why Long Yijian has always been on the defensive is because he can counterattack himself at any time, and he is confident that he can withstand his own blow and still survive?

Ye Qiu's heart began to be overshadowed by doubts. It turned out that for him, there was no need to use the so-called hidden power at all.

"Damn......

In that case - how about this trick——!

Ye Qiu switched his attack mode and used the Xuantian Cold Ice Sword's highest level move, "Ice Age". The tip of the sword, which erupted in all directions like a corona, slashed at Long Yijian with twenty-seven consecutive attacks at super high speed.

But--Long Yijian, he was waiting for this moment, waiting for himself to use the trick of the Xuantian Cold Ice Sword. For the first time, an expression appeared on the corner of his mouth. This time, however, it was the exact opposite of what had happened before – a smile that confirmed that he was about to win.

After sending out the first few attacks, Ye Qiu had already discovered his mistake. At the last moment, he didn't rely on his instincts to seek help from the sword. It's no longer possible to stop halfway through. At the end of the attack, you will be taught a moment of stiffness. Moreover, Long Yijian knew everything about his attacks from beginning to end.

Seeing that Long Yijian completely guessed the direction of his sword, and dizzily moved the cross shield to block all the attacks, Ye Qiu could only say silently in his heart:

I'm sorry - Fang Wuxian...... At least you have to -- stay --

The left thrust of the twenty-seventh hit the center of the crossbow, sending a burst of sparks. Then there was a sound of hard metal, and Ye Qiu's sword shattered in an instant.

"Goodbye - Ye Qiu. ”

Long Yijian's long sword was raised high on Ye Qiu's head, who had stopped moving. The blade of his blade glowed a dark red. Then the sword rained down on my head with a blood-colored glow—

At this moment, a strong, violent voice appeared in my head.

Ye Qiu—it's up to me to guard!

A figure rushed into the crimson sword of the grass field with great speed, and stood in the middle of himself on the spot. Ye Qiu's eyes could see long black hair flying in the air.

Fang Wuxian - Why——!

She was standing in front of her, who should not be able to move due to the paralysis she had just caused. She bravely puffed out her chest and spread her arms wide. Long Yijian also had a surprised expression on his face. But there was no one left to stop the falling slash. Everything went on as slowly as if it were slow motion, and the long sword slashed from Fang Wuxian's shoulder all the way to his chest, and then stopped.

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