This young man is Long Yunlie, Long Kui's second son.

The two brothers, like his father, both have a strong desire to compete, but a few years ago, Long Kui accidentally injured his muscles and veins during his cultivation, and the status of the father and son was gradually surpassed.

"Why should I abide by the so-called ban?" Long Yuanwu believed that there must be an inner ghost in the theft of the Treasure Pavilion.

"You are knowingly committing a crime!" Long Yunlie's tone was much heavier, and the long sword in his hand pointed at Long Yuanwu, who was close at hand.

"Those who are clear are self-purifying, and those who are turbid are self-turbid! Sooner or later, there will be a day when the water will come out!" As soon as Long Yuanwu's voice fell, he took a step and left.

After taking a few steps, there was a sound of sword qi behind him, Long Yuanwu's eyes froze, and his intuition told him that Long Yunlie was going to make a move.

At this moment, a divine dragon power in the body, like a river and a sea, surged, followed a dragon vein in the body, and reached the right arm.

Under the powerful perception, the surrounding time and space seemed to suddenly stagnate, and the sound of the sword qi behind it became intermittent.

He felt a sword coming at him at his back, stabbing at him at an extremely slow speed.

He could sense the length of the sword, and the distance between the tip and the back. Judging from the distance, it seems that the other party only intends to let him suffer a little bit of flesh and skin.

However, he, Long Yuanwu, is not the kind of person who is slaughtered by others, as long as the other party violates his own interests and harms his health, he will not hesitate to fight back.

However, the choice may be different from the previous one.

Long Yunlie's cultivation is only a martial apprentice, and he has dabbled in both physical and magical techniques, and he is proficient in swordsmanship in physical arts, and his spells are also related to swordsmanship.

Moreover, casting spells consumes a lot of physical energy, and if your own cultivation is not high, you must get as close to the opponent as possible.

Through his powerful perception, Long Yuanwu sensed a long sword behind his back and stabbed towards his right arm.

In Long Yunlie's opinion, his sword will definitely hit the target, although it is just intended to make the other party suffer a little bit of flesh and skin, but it can play a deterrent role to a certain extent, and it can also hit the other party's confidence hard.

Now, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion has banned Long Yuanwu, which means that in the next month, before the final assessment of the martial arts academy, Long Yuanwu's cultivation will stop, and if he suffers another heavy blow to his self-confidence, the final assessment will inevitably encounter Waterloo.

And the next city lord election will regard Long Yuanwu's final assessment as a key part of the city lord candidate's canvassing.

However, the other party's sword, in Long Yuanwu's eyes, was not as bright as the other party thought it was.

Under his strong perception, Long Yuanwu not only sensed the precise position of the opponent's sword, but also sensed the attack speed of the opponent's sword.

The opponent's sword was completely within his control.

At this moment, under the control of powerful spiritual power, he gathered a divine dragon power on the tips of his two fingers, and in a flash of sideways, he accurately clamped the tip of the sword that was piercing.

Since it was late at night, the light in the library pavilion was dim, Long Yuanwu's move was very hidden, and he didn't let the other party react, he sneered and stepped out.

Long Yunlie stayed in place for a long time, withdrew his long sword and stared at the tip of the sword for a long time.

His sword, forged from the pig iron of Hanyuantan, was actually only a lower grade, but it was also extremely hard, and now it was easily cut off, and it seemed to be cut off by the other party's fingers.

"How is this possible!" Long Yunlie had an incredulous expression, in his opinion, if Long Yuanwu hadn't used a mid-to-high-grade magic weapon or a spiritual weapon, he must have secretly cultivated a forbidden book.

"Long Yuanwu, you and your prospective daughter-in-law sneaked into the Treasure Pavilion, what forbidden books did you steal?" Long Yunlie's face was swollen and red, not to mention how embarrassed he was. As he said this, he subconsciously looked at the innermost part of the library.

There, there are desks, and a young girl is immersed in reading.

I was so engrossed that I didn't seem to be aware of what was just happening.

Long Yunlie also felt that he still had a chance, and he wanted to defeat Long Yuanwu before the girl found out about the situation here.

After he made up his mind, he walked a few steps briskly and quickly approached Long Yuanwu.

Although the pace is fast, it is extremely light, and in his opinion, he will be able to succeed this time.

With this belief in victory, the long sword in his hand stabbed Long Yuanwu in the back when he took the last step.

"Hmm......" Suddenly feeling the abnormal yuan force fluctuation behind him, Long Yuanwu's heart condensed, isn't this Long Yunlie still dead?

Just now, he used his fingertips to cut off the tip of the opponent's sword, which increased the sound of the long sword when he stabbed it, and he could sense it more clearly.

Long Yuanwu was not in a hurry, and at the moment when the opponent's sword stabbed over, he flashed sideways slightly, and took a few steps forward, and a divine dragon power gathered at his fingertips.

Click.

The broken sword in Long Yunlie's hand was cut off an inch again.

He had a shocked look on his face, and when he put away his sword, the shock on his face became a little stronger.

What kind of divine weapon did Long Yuanwu use, able to cut the sword in his hand so cleanly and neatly?

At this moment, Long Yuanwu sneered, he didn't plan to entangle with Long Yunlie about this matter, and he didn't think about taking revenge immediately, because he felt that it was unnecessary.

In other words, when he used the trick just now, he had already achieved the purpose of punishing the other party.

At the psychological level, he has achieved the goal of deterring the other party.

Under Long Yunlie's angry gaze, he calmly walked to the bottom of the library pavilion.

"I'm sorry, the seat next to me is reserved for Yun Lie. The girl suddenly raised her head and reminded Long Yuanwu who was sitting beside her.

"Long Ling'er, we used to read books together a lot, why did we suddenly become indifferent to me today?" Long Yuanwu's face had a look of incomprehension.

"I won't take back what I just said until the theft of the Treasure Pavilion is revealed!" Long Ling'er said in a firm tone and a resolute attitude.

Long Yuanwu smiled bitterly, he didn't expect that Long Ling'er, who used to trust him the most, was now like a stranger to him.

He stood up silently and left silently, and suddenly, laughed out loud with relief.

"What are you laughing at?" Long Yunlie was furious and fierce, rushed to the opposite side of Long Yuanwu, and pointed at Long Yuanwu with a broken sword.

He was unwilling, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Long Yuanwu could easily dissolve his sword moves, and he didn't believe that the other party could cut off his sword with just two fingers.

"Brother Yun Lie, what's wrong with the sword in your hand?" Long Ling'er stood up with a confused look on her face.