The night was like ink, and the wind was howling, mixed with violent fluctuations of Yuan force, raising puffs of dust on the barren field. The figures of Mu Yu and Ji Hexuan flickered in it, and the aura of both of them was extremely fierce, like two sharp swords out of their sheaths, ready to pierce the dark night at any time.

The Ancestor of the Poor Strange Lineage, an old man with a gloomy face, stood not far away, his eyes flashing with a cunning and cruel light. With his hands behind his back, he looked leisurely, but the powerful aura exuded from his body was not to be underestimated. He looked at Mu Yu and Ji Hexuan coldly, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying a wonderful gladiatorial fight.

Although Mu Yu and Ji Hexuan were suppressed by the ancestors, they showed amazing combat effectiveness by virtue of the inheritance of the gods. Their body movements were agile and swift, and each attack carried a strong fluctuation of Yuan Force, as if they could tear through space. However, in the face of the profound cultivation of the Poor Qi Ancestor, they were never able to achieve an overwhelming advantage.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from the side, and the speed was staggering. This is a master of the Frontier Realm, he is tall and exudes a strong aura all over his body. He held a jet-black long sword in his hand, the tip of which was pointed directly at Mu Yu, obviously wanting to take advantage of his unpreparedness and launch a fatal blow.

Mu Yu felt the murderous intent behind him, and a trace of calmness and firmness flashed in his eyes. He quickly turned around, and the weapon in his hand collided with the long sword of the Sealed Realm master, making a deafening loud noise. The power of the two collided violently at this moment, as if the entire space was trembling at this moment.

Seeing this, Ji Hexuan also acted quickly, and her figure turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the ancestor. She knew that this was a pivotal moment for them to turn the tide.

In the night, the figures of the four people were staggered, and the battle became more and more intense. Yuan Force fluctuations raged like a storm, enveloping the entire wilderness in a solemn atmosphere.

The confrontation between Mu Yu and the masters of the Sealed Territory is particularly eye-catching. The weapons of the two men collided in the air, making a crisp metal clash sound. Every collision is accompanied by the burst of Yuan Force, as if space is torn apart at this moment. Although Mu Yu's cultivation was inferior to the other party, with the inheritance of the gods and his extraordinary combat skills, he was inextricably able to fight with the masters of the Feudal Realm.

Ji Hexuan's battle with Lao Zu was equally fierce. Her body was light and fluttering, sometimes appearing on the left side of the ancestor, sometimes on the right side, and her attacks were as dense as a storm. Although the ancestor cultivated profoundly, he was also forced by Ji Hexuan to keep retreating.

However, as time passed, Mu Yu and Ji Hexuan's physical strength gradually depleted, while the two of them did not seem to be affected too much. Mu Yu and Ji Hexuan knew that they had to find a breakthrough as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this moment, Mu Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he discovered a flaw in the ancestor. He quickly seized the opportunity, and his figure flashed, and he came to the front of the ancestor. The weapon in his hand carried a powerful Yuan Force fluctuation, slashing fiercely at the Ancestor.

At the same moment, Ji Hexuan also found the flaw of the master of the Sealed Territory Realm, her body was like the wind, and she instantly appeared behind the other party, slapped out with one palm, and Yuan Li surged out like a frenzy.

The attacks of the two hit the target almost at the same time, and the two of them screamed at the same time, and their bodies flew out upside down. Mu Yu and Ji Hexuan took the opportunity to retreat, they knew that this battle was not over yet, but they had already seen the dawn of victory.

In the night, the figures of the four men staggered again, and the battle continued. However, this time, Mu Yu and Ji Hexuan had already taken the initiative, and with the inheritance of the gods and their superior fighting skills, they gradually forced the two of them into a desperate situation. In the end, in an earth-shattering fluctuation of Yuan power, Mu Yu and Ji Hexuan finally defeated the two of them and won this thrilling battle.

At this time, Mu Yu's figure was like a bolt of lightning, drawing a sharp arc in the night. His movements were swift and precise, as if he had anticipated the danger that was coming. At that moment, he jerked sideways and skillfully dodged the attacker's attack.

The sneak attacker, he couldn't be more familiar, is the Qi Qi who had attacked the security department in the Battle of Jiulong Mountain. The two have been entangled in grievances for a long time, and when they meet again tonight, it seems that it is providence. A trace of coldness flashed in Mu Yu's eyes, but his heart was even more determined to defeat this old enemy.

He stared at Qi Qi tightly, his gaze like a torch. Qiqi's face looked particularly hideous in the night, and the weapon in his hand flashed with cold light, as if it was about to tear everything apart. But Mu Yu was unmoved, his figure loomed in the night, as if he was one with the darkness.

The eyes of the two met in the air, as if they could spark. Qi Qi roared angrily and attacked again, while Mu Yu responded flexibly, and every dodge seemed to be easy. He knew that this battle was not only for his own honor, but also for the dignity of the defense department.

The battle continued under the cover of night, and Mu Yu and Qi Qi's figures were intertwined to form a thrilling picture. Each of their encounters was filled with a collision of power and speed, as if it could set the entire night sky on fire. And in this fierce battle, Mu Yu gradually gained the upper hand, his figure became more and more flexible, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

In the end, under a thunderous attack, Mu Yu successfully defeated Qiqi. He stood in the night, breathing slightly short, but his eyes sparkled with victory. He knew that this battle not only allowed him to successfully avoid the sneak attack, but also brought an end to the grudge between him and his old enemy.

The night was falling, and the wind was roaring, like the anger and conflict in Canghe Muyu's heart. They met on a barren ruin, and tension filled the air as if it were about to erupt. Cang's eyes were cold and sharp, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, piercing Mu Yu's heart. Mu Yu, on the other hand, was stubborn and unwilling, with a glint of challenge in his eyes.

The hatred between the two is like a raging flame that illuminates the darkness around them. Their figures staggered in the wind, their movements swift and sharp. Cang's attack was like a storm, unstoppable, and Mu Yu responded with a nimble body and sharp counterattack. Their battles were fierce and intense, and each attack was filled with strength and determination.

The surrounding ruins became witnesses to their battle, with broken stones and smoke and dust. Each impact made a deafening sound, as if even the heavens and the earth were trembling. In this battle, both Cang and Mu Yu showed their determination and strength as enemies.

However, in this fierce battle, they also showed respect and recognition for each other. Each of their attacks is full of strength and skill, as if they are proving their strength to the other party. This conflicting emotion makes their fights even more complex and engaging.

In the end, after a fierce confrontation, both Cang and Mu Yu stopped what they were doing. They stood staring at each other, their eyes glinting with a complex light. While the hatred between them didn't go away, the battle gave them a deeper understanding of each other. They know that this battle is just a small episode on their long road of hatred, that there is still a long way to go, and that their grievances will continue.

Under the thick dark clouds, the confrontation between Mu Yu and Cang was like two sharp swords, each shining with cold light. The hatred between them burned like a fire in the eyes of both of them, reflecting their determined faces.

Mu Yu's eyes were as cold as ice, as if they could penetrate Cang's soul. His movements are swift and powerful, and each swing carries a thunderous momentum, as if it is about to tear the whole world apart. His attack was as fierce as a torrential rain, making it impossible for Cang to breathe.

And the sky is like a boulder in the wind, standing still. His gaze was deep and fanatical, as if it was about to devour everything. His defenses were like an impregnable wall, no matter how fierce Mu Yu's attacks were, they couldn't break his defenses. His counterattack was lightning fast and unpredictable.

The battle between the two was fierce and brutal, with each encounter accompanied by the roar of thunder and the howling of the wind. Their figures shuttled quickly through the dark clouds, as if two lightning bolts were intertwined in the night sky. Their power collided in the air, making a deafening sound that was awe-inspiring.

The battle is like a stormy, full of wildness and passion. Mu Yu and Cang both showed their strength and determination in this battle, and their hatred was fully vented and released in this battle.

The night was hazy, and in the cloudy sky, the rain fell quietly like thin needles, adding a bit of solemnity to this silent battlefield. Mu Yu and Cang, two former friends, are now standing on opposite sides, and the enemies are very red when they see each other.

Mu Yu was dressed in black, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and his aura was like the calm before the storm, deep and depressing. Cang is dressed in a white shirt, and his eyes are as sharp as knives, as if he can penetrate people's hearts. The eyes of the two collided fiercely in the air, as if sparks burst out.

Suddenly, Mu Yu moved. His figure fluttered like the wind, and with one step, he turned into an afterimage and galloped away towards the sky. Cang sneered, and instead of retreating, he advanced towards Mu Yu's attack. The fists of the two collided fiercely in the air, erupting into a deafening sound of air waves.

At this moment, Yusi also seemed to be infected by their battle and became even more violent. The rain hit the two of them, but it couldn't wet their determined eyes. Their figures moved rapidly in the rain, sometimes staggering, sometimes separate, each collision bursting with astonishing force.

Everything around them seemed to be eclipsed by their battle, and only the figures of the two of them danced in the rain. It was a fierce contest and a battle of dignity and faith. Mu Yu and Cang, their every movement is full of strength and determination, as if announcing their existence to the world.

In this battle, there is no retreat, no compromise, only victory and defeat. Mu Yu and Cang, they will write the legend of this battle in their own way.

Under the cloudy sky, the confrontation between Mu Yu and Cang was like a prelude to a lightning bolt cutting through the darkness. The eyes of the two are like two sharp swords, looking through each other's pupils, trying to probe each other's weaknesses. Mu Yu's eyes were cold and firm, like a bottomless cold pool, while Cang's eyes were as hot as fire, burning with the flame of revenge.

There was tension in the air, as if even the wind had frozen. Suddenly, Mu Yu's body moved, rushing towards Cang like a gale, and the long sword in his hand slashed at his opponent with a thunderous momentum. Cang was prepared, his figure flashed, and he skillfully avoided this fatal blow. With a backhand sword, he drew a silver arc that approached Mu Yu's throat.

Both men's swordsmanship is exquisite, and every encounter takes your breath away. Their figures shuttled quickly in the wind and rain, and the sword light flickered, reflecting the perseverance and ruthlessness on their faces. Every collision was accompanied by a thunderous roar, as if even the heavens and the earth were trembling.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the rain hit the two of them, but it could not extinguish the anger in their hearts. Their movements became faster and faster, and their swordsmanship became more and more aggressive, as if they were about to put each other to death and then hurry. In this life-and-death contest, they have long forgotten everything around them, leaving only the opponent in front of them and the sword in their hands.

Suddenly, Mu Yu swung out with a sword, with a strong sword aura, straight to Cang's heart. Cang's complexion changed, and his body retreated sharply, and at the same time he swung his sword to fight back. The two swords intersected with a deafening loud bang. Mu Yu took advantage of the momentum and pushed Cang back again and again. However, Cang did not give up, his eyes flashed with the fire of mad revenge, and he clenched the sword in his hand, ready to deliver the final blow.

At this moment, the thunder in the sky intensified, as if to cheer for this duel. The figures of Mu Yu and Cang were staggered in the wind and rain, and the sword light swam like a dragon and snake. Their battle has entered a white-hot phase, and every attack is fraught with deadly danger.

In the end, in a fierce confrontation, Mu Yu pierced Cang's chest with a sword. Cang's eyes widened, looking at Mu Yu in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he would lose here. He fell slowly, his body rippling in the rain.

Mu Yu stood in the rain, his eyes flashing with mixed emotions. He was victorious, but the joy of victory was overwhelmed by the heaviness of revenge. He took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the rain washing over his body, as if trying to wash away the hatred in his heart.

This battle is over, but the grudge between Mu Yu and Cang is far from over. Their fate is as unpredictable as this storm, and this battle is only an episode in their long path of hatred. In the days to come, they will continue to be entangled and pay more for each other's grievances.

The night was dark, the wind was howling, and the dark sky seemed to herald an inevitable storm. At this moment, the two figures stood opposite each other in the wilderness, their eyes flashing with a cold glint of hatred, like two lightning bolts about to collide, stirring up a tense and murderous atmosphere in the air.

Mu Yu, dressed in black like ink, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes are deep and sharp, as if he can perceive people's hearts. His hands clenched a long sword, and the blade of the sword shimmered with cold light, revealing endless killing intent. The momentum on his body was like the depression before the storm, which made people breathless.

Cang Ye, on the other hand, was dressed in white, with long hair and a shawl, and his eyes were cold and arrogant, as if everything was under his control. He held a short sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword was flowing with a faint blue light, which looked mysterious and dangerous. The momentum on his body was as cold as a glacier, and people didn't dare to look at it.

The two looked at each other as if time had stood still in this moment. Suddenly, Mu Yu's body moved, turned into a black afterimage, and swooped towards Cangye. His long sword sliced through the air with a thunderous momentum, making a sharp sound of breaking wind.

Cang Ye was not afraid at all, his body flickered, turning into a white phantom, and skillfully avoided Mu Yu's attack. His short sword drew an elegant arc in the air, with a chill, piercing Mu Yu's heart.

Mu Yu sneered, and his body rolled in the air, skillfully avoiding Cangye's counterattack. His long sword drew a perfect arc in the air, with a fierce momentum, straight to Cangya's throat.

The figures of the two were staggered in the air, the sword light flickering, and the momentum was like a rainbow. Their swordsmanship is superb, and every attack is dazzling. Mu Yu's swordsmanship is powerful and ruthless, and each sword reveals endless killing intent; And Cang Ye's swordsmanship is smart and weird, and every sword is unguardable.

The battle entered the white-hot stage, and the figures of the two moved quickly in the air, their sword lights flashing and majestic. Every encounter was accompanied by a deafening collision sound, as if the whole world was trembling. Their swordsmanship collided with each other, stirring up countless sparks that stained the air around them with a murderous aura.

Mu Yu's eyes became colder and colder, and his attacks became more and more fierce. He knew that he had to win this battle or he would lose everything. And Cang Ye still remained calm and confident, and his swordsmanship became more and more agile, as if he was dancing with the wind.

Eventually, in a fierce encounter, Mu Yu's long sword finally broke through Cangye's defenses and stabbed straight into his chest. A trace of surprise and unwillingness flashed in Cangye's eyes, and then turned into a white light and disappeared into the night sky.

Mu Yu stood on top of the wilderness, looking at the direction in which Cang Ye had disappeared, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes. He won the battle, but he also lost a friend he once loved. He took a deep breath, put away his sword, and turned to disappear into the night.