The blow that Mo Yulou was determined to win was just a hole in a disembodied mist.

Horror flashed across his face, and the mist staggered. It was the first time since the battle began with this look of surprise.

The moment he staggered, a chilling sword light slashed across his waist.

Fortunately, Mo Yulou is not a mediocre person, although he was taken aback, he was not slow to react. When the sword light slashed to his waist, he used the power of his body to unload part of the power, and the knife only left a deep wound on his body.

Mo Yulou rushed through the mist, and the mist recondensed into Long Wenmu's body, and the two reopened the distance.

The people watching the battle witnessed the moment of Fang Cai, and saw the strange scene of Long Wenmu's atomization, and they all exchanged ears.

"Natal Demon Technique!" said a hoarse voice from a Heavenly Demon Master from another country.

This kid can also have natal demon skills!

The people in the ring were in an uproar, and the people in Qingyun Castle were in a slightly better situation than others, because many people had heard the rumors of Long Wenmu. I heard that when he defeated Qu Zhongyi, he used his natal demon technique.

But hearsay is hearsay, and seeing it with your own eyes is another matter.

Mo Yulou pressed the wound on his waist with his hand, and a trace of blood dripped from his palm, he was injured for the first time since the start of the war, and his face sank like water: "Stinky boy, you even know how to use natal demon skills!"

He expected that Long Wenmu had some means, but he didn't expect that Long Wenmu's natal demon skill had no substance. A momentary negligence, in the end, was still injured by Long Wenmu.

Long Wenmu turned the shallow hidden knife in his hand and shut up without answering.

To be honest, when he used his natal demon technique, his original intention was to hit Moyulou hard.

If someone sees through such a thing as a natal demon technique, the effect will be greatly reduced. In his plan, even if he couldn't defeat Mo Yulou with the first blow, he would have to fight for a one-point advantage.

But Mo Yulou's strength is too strong, and if someone else comes, that knife will definitely not be avoided, but Mo Yulou can resolve most of the power. Although there was a scar, the wound was too shallow and had little effect.

That knife was insignificant, and Long Wenmu secretly called it a pity.

Mo Yulou sneered, and his face gradually revealed ruthlessness.

This kid even knows how to use natal demon skills, which is indeed beyond his expectations. But just the natal demon technique wants to win him, which is a bit whimsical.

Since the start of the war, Moyulou has basically been mainly defensive, and at this moment, he took the initiative to kill Long Wenmu.

The sharp and slender short sword stabbed straight in, Long Wenmu blocked it with a shallow hidden knife, Mo Yulou's wrist suddenly swirled, and the sword blade drew an illusory arc, and the next moment, the person suddenly disappeared from Long Wenmu's field of vision.

Long Wenmu's eyes widened, he didn't see how Moyulou disappeared.

Until now, Mo Yulou has never escaped his field of vision, but at this moment, Long Wenmu actually lost his trace.

Not only did the person disappear, but even the breath disappeared together, and the whole person of Mo Yulou was as if he had never appeared.

This kind of surprise was only for a moment, and Long Wenmu felt a piercing chill in the next moment.

A keen intuition of a crisis cultivated from previous battles is often faster than the sight captures. At the same time as the ink rain building disappeared, his vigilance suddenly rose.

At the same time, the hairs stood on end, and there was no hesitation at all, and the natal demon technique was used again.

At the moment when his body atomized, a sharp blade passed through the place where his vest was.

Long Wenmu's body that turned into mist quickly dodged, and in the afterglow, he saw that the figure of Mo Yulou actually came out of a black shadow on the ground.

Rao is Long Wenmu has an outstanding heart, and he is also secretly shocked.

The two touched and separated, and neither succeeded.

Long Wenmu condensed the entity and jerked back a few feet.

Mo Yulou came out of the shadows, this is not a subtle trick, this strange ability is...... Natal Demon Skill!

Several of the Heavenly Demon Masters of Qingyun Castle were all sitting in danger.

"This son, he even knows the natal demon technique!"

There was an uproar in the audience.

Long Wenmu used his natal demon technique, which was breathtaking, and Mo Yulou also performed his natal demon technique immediately afterward.

The last battle between Yu Dashuai and Ning Tai was a duel of natal demon skills, and this battle actually staged the same tactics again.

Long Wenmu's horror was only fleeting, and surprise was surprise, but when he thought about it, he wouldn't feel too strange.

The second-ranked Ningtai will have natal demon skills, and there is no reason why Mo Yulou will not.

It's just his kind of ability...... He had just come out of the dark shadows on the ground. Shadow?

Long Wenmu was secretly vigilant in his heart, and the shallow hidden knife was in front of him.

"Boy, what's going on? You can't be the only one with the Natal Demon Technique. Mo Yulou's tone was playful.

Long Wenmu had no doubt that there was no need for Mo Yulou to expose his natal demon skills at all. He deliberately followed his natal demon technique, and what he did was more like a demonstration to himself.

Mo Yulou's short sword shook in front of him, and his footsteps stepped forward......

Here it comes!

Long Wenmu tensed his nerves, the last time he missed the trace of Moyu Tower, this time he said that he would capture anything. However, Mo Yulou took that step, and the next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

As before, Long Wenmu didn't see the slightest clue at all.

Even the Heavenly Demon Masters were stunned, because when the Ink Rain Tower disappeared, even they didn't catch a trace.

Long Wenmu's heart rang for a long time, and a sense of crisis arose.

I saw it with my own eyes, and in the shadows under my feet, a short sword of cold light pierced straight up.

The speed of the short sword was extremely fast, Long Wenmu didn't have time to think about it, his body flipped back, and he dodged by a fraction of a second. After landing on the ground, he smelled a trace of blood on the tip of his nose and saw a cut of blood on his chest.

Although the wound was not deep, it was indeed injured by the sword qi.

He couldn't calm down for a long time, if he was just suspicious the first time, then the second time he was basically sure that Mo Yulou's ability must be related to the shadows on the ground.

The ability to lurk in the shadows?

I had just settled down, and the sense of crisis hit again. His body misted, and a cold sword struck from the shadows beneath his feet again.

On the field, Mo Yulou was elusive, like a ghost, constantly appearing in different shadows, and every knife was pointing at the vital point.

And Long Wenmu constantly atomized his body, and he avoided it every time.

The people in the stands held their breath, they just didn't play in person, and they knew the dangers of this fight.

Every encounter, every shot, is the ultimate use of power by the two.

The use of power also needs to be controlled at the right time, and the two figures are constantly blurring and fast, and each use of power is just right. Even if it wasn't a direct confrontation with the kind of vigorous engagement, it was a thrilling fierce battle.

"That kid has met an equal opponent this time. Mizo said.

"It's not just that it's evenly matched, if the dragon boy wants to win, I'm afraid it will be very difficult. Feng Xiaosheng stroked his beard and sighed.

Yun Jia was worried: "Senior Feng, did you say it would be difficult for him to win?"

Yun Jia's strength is too low, and this kind of battle is no longer something she can imagine. Now she can't see which is stronger or weaker on the field, she only knows that the two people in the field are constantly urging the natal demon technique.

Feng Xiaosheng said solemnly: "The strength of the dragon boy is not weak, and his natal demon skill is a big killer feature." However, this trick is effective for others, but it is difficult for Mo Yulou to work. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Yun Jia asked anxiously.

Mi Zhuo was impatient: "You girl, why are you so stupid." The stinky boy's natal demon technique has no substance, and it has a great advantage for others. And that Mo Yulou, his natal demon skill shuttles freely in the shadows, and he also has no body, which is the same type as the stinky boy's natal demon skill. Competing with each other, how can the stinky boy have an advantage?"

Yun Jia frowned, Mi Zhuo said this, she also understood.

Although the power of atomization is of great use, the power of Shangmo Yulou is greatly restricted.

Mo Yulou can launch an offensive against Long Wenmu from the shadows, but Long Wenmu has no good way to deal with Mo Yulou.

If this is the case, doesn't it mean that Long Wenmu's battle is extremely dangerous?

Even the hole cards were overcome, and this battle can be said to be quite unfavorable for him.

In the ring, Long Wenmu continued to display his natal demon skills.

If it was him before, I'm afraid he would have been exhausted after performing so many times.

A sword light struck from a certain phantom behind him, and Long Wenmu's speed of performing his natal demon skill slowed down for a moment, and he was slashed on the back by the sword qi between dodging, leaving a bloody wound immediately.

Long Wenmu jumped backwards and landed on the ground, with a bloody patch behind him. Blood dripped down his back and fell to the ground, splashing red flowers.

Mo Yulou carried a blood-stained sword and emerged from the phantom: "Boy, you shouldn't be poor in donkey skills, you only have this ability?"

He admitted that Long Wenmu's strength was not weak, at least he had been entangled with him for so long.

Long Wenmu's natal demon skill has no substance, it is indeed weird, if it is someone else, most of them have already lost in his hands.

But Mo Yulou was not afraid at all, Long Wenmu's power was weird, but it was useless to him. If Long Wenmu's ability is just like this, Mo Yulou wants to win him, but it is only a matter of time.

Long Wenmu reached out and touched the back, and felt a hand that was blood-red and slightly bared his teeth.

"Mo Yulou, apart from sneak attacks and hidden arrows to hurt people, you don't have any other skills?"

"Stinky boy, dead duck has a hard mouth!"

Long Wenmu laughed, and pointed forward with a blade: "Hide your head and show your tail, you can't see anyone, and your ability is not great." Your move, I can break it. If you don't believe me, try again. ”

Mo Yulou felt that this kid was pretending, he had just been forced to be in a hurry by his natal demon skills, and now he dared to speak wildly.

It's just a bluff, how could Mo Yulou be afraid of him.

He is rampant, Mo Yulou wants to see what he uses to deal with himself. The body disappeared in an instant.

Long Wenmu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he used his natal demon skills to fight, in terms of ability, he really didn't have a good countermeasure.

If it was before entering the secret realm, he was indeed helpless, but now......

Long Wenmu jumped towards the height, his body rose into the air, and he raised the sky with one hand: "Hide your head and show your tail, show it to me!"

Dazzling flames appeared in his palms and behind his back.

A pair of dazzling wings of light spread out behind him, and a bright ball of light was held up in his raised hand.

The dazzling light dispelled all the gloom in the field, as if above this ring, a round of the sun emerged.

The scorching heat spread away with the halo of light, filling every corner of the ring in an instant.

In a dissipating shadow, Mo Yulou screamed and fell out.

When I looked up, there was only incredulity in my eyes.

The audience exclaimed, and when the scorching heat ignited, even through the barrier of the ring, people outside could feel the scorching heat.

The crowd of spectators was completely boiling, and all the Heavenly Demon Masters at the location of the Sixteen Kingdoms were all contemplating, and one after another the vast divine thoughts were perceiving the past in the ring.

In the stands of Lingyun Castle, Scarlet suddenly got up, and his divine thoughts also sensed the ring.

You can't be wrong, you can't be wrong with this feeling. In the secret realm of the setting sun, this is the feeling.

"Master, this is!" Scarlet Fish asked in surprise.

She had also entered the Sunset Secret Realm, and she was also very familiar with some of the breaths in it. The aura that Long Wenmu exudes at this moment is exactly the same as the aura in the Sunset Secret Realm.

In the stands where the emperors were, even the Emperor Yanyang stood up with his sleeves and stared deeply at the ring.

Yun Rulong also frowned and looked at it, muttering to himself: "Its brilliance is like the sun, its shape is like the sun, this is ...... Sunset Sky Fire!"