I thought this kid was enlightened, but who knew that he didn't have a good heart at all.

Having said all this, in the end it was just playing the piano to the cow.

To be honest, Kong Xuan really wanted to recruit Long Wenmu into the Black Dragon Palace. If Long Wenmu made a difference in the Black Dragon Palace, then his status would also rise.

But unfortunately, this kid is not interested.

Since he was stubborn, Kong Xuan had no interest in persuading anymore.

Long Wenmu glanced at the people behind him: "You guys retreat as much as possible." ”

The people of the Yu family have almost escaped at this moment, and Kong Xuan doesn't seem to have any intention of continuing to chase.

Long Wenmu didn't dare to take it lightly, now that Qing'er was injured, the rest of the people had some ability to protect themselves. When they were in the fighting, they might not be implicated.

Ye Yan pursed her red lips and helped Qing'er to retreat backwards.

Long Wenmu flicked his fingers, and a jade bottle fell into Ye Yan's hand.

That's healing medicine.

Qing'er clenched her teeth, and after being hit hard, her arm couldn't lift up, so she could only cast a grateful look at Long Wenmu.

The four sons of the Yu family are also retreating.

Qing'er glanced at Yu Dashuai, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

In the past, she never thanked others easily. But if it weren't for Yu Dashuai's voice at that time, Qing'er might have died in the hands of Kong Xuan at this moment, and Long Wenmu might not have been able to save them in time.

Qing'er had always regarded Yu Dashuai as a timid person before, and she had never treated him very much, but this time, she expressed her gratitude from the bottom of her heart.

On the contrary, it was Yu Qingfeng and the three of them, and there was not much joy in escaping death, but when they looked at Yu Dashuai, an indescribable sense of humiliation and frustration appeared on their faces.

In the face of a strong enemy, the three of them groveled to others in order to save their lives, and lost face. On the contrary, Yu Dashuai, who they despise the most on weekdays, actually stepped forward, and even inadvertently saved Qing'er's life, whether he intended it or not, but this is a fact.

Yu Qingfeng and the three of them were flattering Qing'er and the others all the way, just to curry favor with the people of Qingyun Castle. But at the critical time, instead of being able to afford any rental, they became the first to compromise.

Those who used to slap horses, looking at them on this occasion, are simply slapping their faces.

If there is no contrast, forget it, but Yu Dashuai is the most stark contrast. This sense of humiliation is even greater than that of people.

Just thinking about this layer makes them feel like they can't even lift their heads.

Long Wenmu stood with his sword in his hand, staring at Kong Xuan vigilantly. On the contrary, Kong Xuan was also looking at him.

Long Wenmu didn't dare to be careless at all, Kong Xuan's strength was two levels with Yuluo.

It is not only the gap in cultivation, but also the gap in the source stone of refining.

What Yuluo refined was the source stone of the little demon, and this empty Xuan, Long Wenmu was basically sure that he had refined the source stone of the big demon. Long Wenmu himself had also refined the Great Demon Source Stone, so he was naturally very familiar with this unique aura, and the oppression exuded by Kong Xuan's body was essentially different from that of others.

"Since you don't want to surrender, then you should die. Kong Xuan let out a feminine laugh.

The palm of the hand was raised forward, and the invisible demonic power burst out.

Long Wenmu's cold hair stood on end, and he only felt as if thousands of fine needles were piercing his skin, and even his scalp was a little numb.

Kong Xuan, among the people he has faced, is definitely the most powerful enemy in history.

This kind of pressure that even Liu Yuan couldn't match after taking the pill hit, Long Wenmu jumped out backwards, and just as he jumped out, the ground under his feet was suddenly crushed by a huge force.

There was a violent earthquake, and the earth and rocks were splashed.

Long Wenmu raised his knife to block, only to see a hand tearing through the dust, and the hand was in the shape of a palm, which was heavily imprinted on the roaring lion knife.

Long Wenmu's long knife was almost unable to hold it, and when the huge force hit, the knife was almost shocked and flew out.

Even if you are prepared, you can't help but be surprised.

The lion roared in the sword, and the sound became a little muffled.

There was spirituality in the demon soldiers, and after receiving this blow, even the spirituality in the Howling Lion Knife was damaged.

Long Wenmu was shocked and flew out, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth in the air.

"Dragon Prince!" Yu Chiyo exclaimed anxiously.

Today's situation is too dangerous.

Yu Chiyo was overstretched just to deal with the enemy in front of him, and if he continued to fight, he felt that he might not have a chance of winning.

And Long Wenmu's side still has to face an even more terrifying enemy, which makes Yu Qiandai's heart tighten.

Long Wenmu was able to get rid of and deal with that middle-grade woman, which was already excellent, but if it continued, it would still be difficult for their side to win.

Qian Lingxue didn't know what was going on, and now in this situation, she had to come up with a way to break the game.

Yu Qianyo's whole body was full of blood, and he even had to use some desperate means.

Although Long Wenmu was also frightened, he was much calmer than Yu Qianyo.

Growing up in Wolf Mountain, his psychological quality is better than ordinary people. The more crisis there is, the calmer my heart becomes.

Carrying the Roaring Lion Knife, he moved quickly, while Kong Xuan followed him like a shadow.

"I'm very strange, are you really a little demon master? your strength should be equivalent to a middle-grade great demon master, no, even an ordinary middle-grade great demon master is probably not your opponent. When Kong Xuan was chasing, he even had the leisure to speak, "With the power of the little demon master, even refining the Great Demon Source Stone will not be able to do it to your level." Boy, you shouldn't be refining the source stone of the earth demon, right?"

Long Wenmu didn't answer, and slashed out with a backhand.

It seems to have been hit, but in fact it was slashed on the phantom.

The phantom dissipated, and the empty man appeared a few feet away from him, looking at him with his hands behind his back. However, between the ends of the hair, there were a few strands of severed hair that gently fluttered down.

Kong Xuan also really fought with him before he felt something, this kid's strength was actually stronger than he thought.

This kid obviously exudes the aura of a little demon master, and he can actually do this. It stands to reason that even if he refines the Great Demon Source Stone, his own cultivation is here, and he shouldn't have this kind of strength.

No matter how high the source stone of refining is, what is added is only personal background, and the overall strength is more limited by cultivation itself.

Xiu Wei is here, but he has a strength comparable to that of a middle-grade demon master, which is outrageous.

Just refining the Great Demon Source Stone shouldn't be like this, could it be that he is refining the Source Stone above the Great Demon, otherwise his strength is really inexplicable.

This made Kong Xuan a little happy, if the source stone refined by this kid was really above the big demon, then if he killed him, wouldn't he be able to pocket it along with the source stone.

The source stone above the big demon, that kind of good thing, even Kong Xuan envy.

Just thinking of this, the mood of killing Long Wenmu was irrepressible.

Fingers gently twisted around the hair, shadows hanging from the forehead to block the falcon's eyes, and the scarlet tongue licked some of the blackened lips.

The figure suddenly turned into a series of phantoms, and it was just an instant in front of Long Wenmu.

Long Wenmu was stunned, and before he could raise his sword, Kong Xuan's palm had already attacked him.

At the last moment, the demonic power in Long Wenmu's body suddenly boiled violently. In the face of that palm, he did not retreat but advanced, stepped on the ground, and punched forward.

The punch seemed to be fast and slow, and it was obvious that the punch was not thrown quickly, but when he reacted, the fist wind was already in front of him.

The fist was the last to come, and at the same time as the punch, Long Wenmu had a strange aura fluctuation on his body.

Kong Xuan's eyes glared, he actually vaguely felt the aura of danger, and hurriedly withdrew and retreated.

When he was retracting his strength and retreating, a huge black crack came into view in front of him.

The black crack is one zhang long and half a zhang wide, like a huge mouth across the air, and in that crack, there is a power that makes Kong Xuandu quite fearful.

Sky Splitting!

This is the recipe that Long Wenmu found from Liu Yuan's Qiankun Ring that day.

After cultivating for a period of time, although he couldn't comprehend it, he could somehow stimulate part of the power of this set of techniques.

A punch out, as the name suggests, shatters the sky.

This spell was not a powerful technique, but a strange and silent force of destruction.

Kong Xuan hurriedly pulled back, dodging the crack by a fraction of a second. However, while dodging, the sleeve robe was rolled into the crack and was directly torn to shreds.

As soon as the two made a slight contact, they immediately separated, and the void storm withdrew a few feet away.

Long Wenmu punched fruitlessly, and he was a little regretful.

According to the records of the Heaven Splitting Fist, if this move is cultivated to the extreme, the fist power will split the sky, and there will be no dodging in the nearby things.

If this trick is perfected, what is swallowed into it will be directly crushed by the force in the crack.

If this move reaches perfection, even if he can't kill Kong Xuan just now, it will definitely hurt him.

However, it was a pity that Long Wenmu's cultivation time for this move was still too short after all, and the power that could be activated was limited, so he just tore his sleeve.

But Rao is like this, and for Kong Xuan, he also feels the danger of that moment.

The formula is conclusive?

This kid still has this kind of means. If you're not careful, you'll probably end up with a setback.

Just when he was lucky enough to dodge the Sky Splitting Fist, he saw Long Wenmu pressing up again, and the Howling Lion Knife slashed out.

Kong Xuan had just dodged the killing move, and at this moment he hurriedly responded and grabbed towards the Screaming Lion Knife with his bare hands.

Thanks to his strong strength, he actually extinguished the flames on the Howling Lion Knife with his bare hands and pinched it fiercely on the blade.

Long Wenmu kicked out with his leg, and Kong Xuan had no choice but to let go of the blade and hurriedly retreated backwards.

The distance between the two was pulled apart again.

"Stinky boy, it's so difficult. Kongxuan's face was gloomy.

On the palm of his hand, a shallow wound, a trace of blood red dripping down his fingertips.

This kid's strength is not as good as him, but his combat experience is unexpectedly sophisticated, and his control of crises and fighters is also extremely good.

Long Wenmu gasped slightly, and also took two steps back.

The technique of Heaven Splitting Fist, before he cultivated it at home, also had a lot of burden on him.

"Boy, do you really want to enter my Black Dragon Palace?" Kong Xuan asked one last time.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, where is so much nonsense. Long Wenmu raised his knife and shouted.

Kong Xuan's eyes narrowed, the killing machine was brewing, he felt something, looked down at his palm, and his brows immediately furrowed: "Stinky boy, what's on your knife?"

"What's there? There's the soul of your Black Dragon Temple. Long Wenmu drank vigorously.

"Pretend to be crazy and stupid, your knife is poisonous!" Kong Xuan used a force in his hand, and the shallow wound that had been cut by the Howling Lion Knife before was forcibly squeezed out of a puff of blood mist, and in the blood mist, there was an abnormal blackness.

Long Wenmu sighed secretly in his heart, he actually saw through it, but it was a pity.

Kongxuan was completely uncalm, and if he hadn't accidentally noticed something strange in his palm, he might have been ignored.

A small oversight, almost even he capsized in the gutter.

He said, why was Yuluo so quick to kill this person when she was cautious.

At that time, Yuluo was also stabbed in the body, and now that I think about it, it must be because of that knife.

The knife is poisoned, this is not something that those sanctimonious hypocrites in Qingyun Castle would do.

This method is more like a trick used by evil people who do everything they can.

This kid is so vicious.

Ruthless methods, peculiar moves, rich combat experience, and unpredictable strength. These things appear in a person's body at the same time, what is the origin of this kid?

In Kong Xuan's opinion, I am afraid that such a character cannot be cultivated in the strict environment of Qingyun Castle.