"Okay, that's what I'm waiting for! I'm a soft-hearted person, if you don't be cruel to me, I'm embarrassed to kill you!" Long Yuanwu grinned, and at the end, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, he clenched his fists and made a clicking sound. When the clansmen next to him saw his posture, they all pinched a cold sweat tightly for him.

In their opinion, Long Yuanwu's choice to turn his face with the An family was a great risk. Defeating An Haiming will inevitably attract the hatred of the rest of the An family.

One by one, they ran to persuade them, but they all retreated. Long Yuanwu didn't look at them at all.

The atmosphere on the field became more and more tense, and everyone held their breath, feeling that the situation was irreparable.

"Damn, Hugh is rampant, I may not lose alone, compete with the strength of the family, your Long family is even more unworthy. I have the cultivation of the three qualities of a martial artist, as well as the realm of 'unity of human soul'. If you don't use the power of foreign objects, you Long Yuanwu are not worthy of lifting my shoes, if you know each other, hand over Yao Cuihua, otherwise ......" An Haiming's reddened eyes seemed to be stained red with blood, and with such hateful eyes, he stared at Long Yuanwu, eager to eat his flesh and gnaw his bones, at this moment, he was completely dominated by anger.

When he said this, he urged a powerful spiritual power to control the martial soul hovering above his head.

Above his head, a large knife glowed with cold light, and the outline of a human face bulged out from the blade, circling around him, buzzing.

The outline of this human face is An Haiming's spiritual body condensed into substance. It took the place of An Haiming himself, and said condescendingly: "Before I practiced the 'unity of human soul', I absorbed the power of heaven and earth thunder and lightning, but if I was slashed by a knife, I would either die or be disabled, and my whole body would be scorched black, as if I had been struck by lightning, you should be able to imagine the taste!" Speaking of this, the outline of the high-raised human face on the blade, Sen smiled coldly, "Long Yuanwu, warn you one last time, hand over Yao Cuihua, otherwise you will ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you can beat me, take her away, otherwise, you won't be able to protect yourself!" Long Yuanwu's tone became heavier and heavier, and when he said the last word, a cold light flashed in his eyes, revealing a strong killing intent.

At this moment, he is holding a folding fan, and his demeanor is not at ease.

In his mind, there was such a sentence, sometimes, a person's aura is more important than strength.

In the case of equal strength of both sides, a person's aura can often play a key role.

A few days ago, the contest between him and An Haiming illustrated the problem, at that time, after he and An Haiming had a fight, some of the meridians were damaged and it was not suitable to fight again, but fortunately he used his aura to deter the other party, forcing the other party to give up and then flee in embarrassment.

This time, the situation is different from a few days ago, this time his aura is stronger, his strength is higher, and his confidence is greater.

At this moment, he is holding a folding fan in his right hand and a rusty and simple broadsword in his left hand, both of which set off his aura extremely powerful.

"Arrogance, not self-sufficient!" An Haiming gritted his teeth in anger, wanting to charge immediately, but he was jealous, after all, Long Yuanwu still held two spirit soldiers in his hands.

"If you have the ability, let's compete in pure martial arts, if I lose, I'll ......" An Hai said clearly and suddenly paused.

He had said this before, but the punishment conditions he had promised at the time made him feel a little embarrassed.

He said that if he lost to Long Yuanwu, he would kneel down and call him Dad. The prerequisite is that Long Yuanwu can only use his own martial soul and cannot use external objects.

"If you lose, just fulfill your previous promise and kneel down and call me Dad!" Long Yuanwu finished the second half of the sentence for An Haiming.

An Haiming pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

Long Yuanwu smiled coldly, and with a wave of his hands, the fan martial soul in his left hand and the rusty big knife in his right hand were out of control at the same time, like two off-string arrows, and the two "whoosh" sounds shot at the big tree one after another.

Bang!

Bang!

With two roars, the two trees snapped and burst into flames, which were soon burned to ashes.

Seeing this trick that Long Yuanwu had just used, there were fewer people who persuaded his clan, but the vast majority of his clansmen were still anxious.

Defeating An Haiming is useless, but it will attract even greater killing.

Looking at the overall situation, the overall strength of the An family is far stronger than that of the Long family.

Above An Haiming, there are two older brothers. Further up, there are several father-generation clansmen who are strong enough to kill the dragon battle in seconds, including An Haiming's own father.

"Patriarch, I think it's better to forget it, although your strength is stronger than An Haiming, but this can't solve the problem!" a clansman ran to Long Yuanwu's ear and persuaded in a low voice.

Long Yuanwu didn't pay attention to it, just glanced at the other party.

In front of an opponent who has gained an inch, blindly tolerating will only bring greater disaster.

Before this, the Long family basically chose a tolerant attitude in front of the An family. But the An family not only did not restrain in the slightest, but instead gained an inch. Those mysterious people wearing bull head masks are saboteurs sent by the An family. If you don't knock on the mountain and shake the tiger, the An family will be even more arrogant.

With a sarcastic look at Shanglong Yuanwu, the clansman who came up to persuade him finally had to retreat in disgrace.

However, he also had to admit that the three brothers An Haiming were really hateful, they did a lot of evil on weekdays, ruined the women of good families, and couldn't wait to find an opportunity to kill them, but he didn't have the strength at all.

"Who said that he is stronger than me, tell you, my An Haiming's strength is by no means as weak as you imagined!" An Haiming's angry eyes glared fiercely at the clansman who had persuaded Long Yuanwu to give up just now.

The man gasped, but he still didn't give up, wishful thinking that he could help settle the dispute. So with a glimmer of hope, he walked up to An Haiming and persuaded in a low voice: "Little Master of the An family, you have a lot of adults, spare us this time!"

"Haha, spare you!" An Haiming faintly felt that this was Long Yuanwu's indirect weakness.

An Hai was secretly smug, if he could disintegrate the other party first from the psychological level, it would be half the battle.

He originally had plans to give up, but the words of this Long family member just now ignited his fighting spirit.

At this moment, he looked proud: "If I lose, I will fulfill my previous promise and kneel down and call you Dad." ”

"Happy!" Long Yuanwu smiled faintly, at this moment he was barehanded, but his aura was undiminished.

"Haha, it seems that you are the real fool! Pure martial soul competition, so far, no one has been able to defeat me! This time, I want you to know the end of arrogance!"

An Haiming roared excitedly, controlled the Great Sword Martial Spirit, and stabbed Long Yuanwu directly.