In the ring, the two were still fighting fiercely. Hours, minutes, and fast shuttles.

The black fog of the Ink Rain Building surged.

Long Wenmu's flames wrapped around his fist and blasted through the air.

The sunset sky fire dispersed the black gas that permeated the surroundings.

Since Long Wenmu used the Falling Sun Heavenly Fire, the two have been fighting fiercely for a long time.

At the same time as this dragon fight, everyone stared intently at the stage, for fear of missing any moment.

Another clash of forces, the two figures separated, panting at each other on both sides of the ring.

Long Wenmu was short of breath, and there were already a lot of scars on his body, and the situation of Mo Yulou opposite was not better than him.

Long Wenmu calmed down the aura in his body slightly, and the firelight on his arms also dissipated a little.

Although the power of the Sunset Sky Fire is great, the consumption of demonic power is also not small. Until now, there is not much demonic power left in the body.

The Mo Yulou on the opposite side was also wheezing violently, the ordinary Great Demon Master would definitely not be able to deal with the Sunset Sky Fire, and he could support it until now, which was enough to see that his strength was strong.

The black mist around him must be some kind of powerful secret technique, and using this kind of move will consume him no less than Long Wenmu.

Long Wenmu gasped and bared his teeth and smiled.

"Stinky boy, what are you laughing at?" said Mo Yulou on the other side.

Now he no longer has the lightness and lightness of the beginning of the war.

"Laugh at the fact that you have no one in your eyes. Long Wenmu pretended to be stern.

Quietly took out a few demon crystals in the Qiankun ring, put the back of his hand behind his back, and silently absorbed them.

Mo Yulou snorted coldly: "What are you doing secretly!"

"You don't care what I do. "Long Wenmu didn't stop absorbing demon crystals at all.

"I'll admit, I underestimated you at first. Mo Yulou said again.

"Knowing your mistakes can improve a lot, you obediently admit defeat, and I will let you go. Long Wenmu took out dozens of demon crystals with his hands behind his back and held them in his hands.

Mo Yulou's teeth were clenched, how could he not see Long Wenmu's small movements. There was an impulse in my heart to tear this kid alive.

He never expected that Long Wenmu would have such means as the Falling Sun Heavenly Fire, the Falling Sun Heavenly Fire was infinitely powerful, if he hadn't mastered some kind of secret technique, it would have been impossible to compete today. But this kind of secret art is also extraordinarily consuming demonic power for him. At this point in the battle, his demonic power has bottomed out.

Long Wenmu absorbed the demon crystal, how could he not notice it. If it weren't for the fact that he himself was also seriously physically exhausted, it would be impossible to give Long Wenmu such a chance.

His steps were slightly half a step back, and he quickly poured a bottle of powder into his mouth.

When he made this move, Long Wenmu also poured a bottle of liquid into his mouth at the same time.

Each other is nervous, and sometimes a slight movement, a short distraction, is likely to encounter accidents.

But Mo Yulou took the initiative to take things, how could Long Wenmu miss the opportunity, and what was poured into his mouth was the Qingshen dew that Scarlet Lie gave him.

Qingshen dew his mouth, and a coolness spread out in his throat, and the dried demonic power actually showed some signs of recovery.

Opposite him, after Mo Yulou took a bottle of something, his aura also improved slightly. Sure enough, he had something to restore on him.

Neither of them took the initiative to do anything, just looked at each other from afar, and recovered silently.

Long Wenmu noticed that his demonic power had recovered a lot, and the dried demonic power in his body had also recovered two or three percent.

Although the recovery is not too much, the recovery of two or three percent, in this situation is likely to be the key to victory.

When the demon crystal in his hand was completely absorbed, he danced a flame in his hand and rushed towards the Ink Rain Tower again.

You can't give Mo Yulou too much time to recover, instead of being passive, it's better to strike first.

Mo Yulou also moved at the moment when Long Wenmu left.

The two of them scurried in the ring.

Long Wenmu used Liuyun Step, and Mo Yulou also used his technique.

The two figures shuttled quickly, the flames in Long Wenmu's hands were accompanied by the continuous onslaught of fist power, and Mo Yulou dodged and constantly fought back with extremely strange moves.

"It's going to start again. In the stands, Yun Jia and the others looked worriedly.

"That kid, why don't you recover for a while. Scarlet grumbled.

Qingshenlu should be able to make Long Wenmu recover more, he shouldn't be in such a hurry.

To be honest, at this point, even Scarlet is not sure who will win this battle.

In the ring, the battle resumed, and all kinds of exquisite moves continued to clash.

Mo Yulou's short sword stabbed, and Long Wenmu leaned to the side, avoiding the straight sword. Seizing the loophole of this moment, the flames wrapped around the fist and fell heavily on Mo Yulou's stomach.

Mo Yulou bowed in pain, and Long Wenmu's knee had already hit his cheek.

"Good!" shouted from the crowd.

Mo Yulou's mouth spat out a mouthful of blood, how could Long Wenmu miss such a good opportunity. This is the first time he has seized this kind of opportunity.

A fist that split his head and covered his face fell on Mo Yulou's cheek, and each punch contained the unpredictable power of the sunset skyfire.

Mo Yulou's short sword was out of his hand, fist power, foot power, and various moves kept beckoning him, and a ball of fire burst out, and his body fell backwards like catkins in the wind.

"Win!" shouted Scarlet excitedly on the high platform.

Long Wenmu seized this opportunity, and now this offensive fell on Mo Yulou without reservation.

The two were almost the same before, but with the difference at this moment, the results are already obvious.

No matter how strong Moyulou is, it is now the end of the strong crossbow, and it is impossible to turn the tables again in this situation. This battle is like this, and it can basically be concluded that Long Wenmu won.

A smile appeared on the faces of the Heavenly Demon Masters of Qingyun Castle, and their expectations were the same as Scarlet's.

The atmosphere in the stadium finally could not be calm, and the shouts and tsunamis were raised.

In the ring, Long Wenmu tried his best to vent all his remaining strength on Mo Yulou's body.

Every punch and kick is riveting with all your might. The power of the sunset sky fire spared no effort to release, and every punch was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Patches of bright flames erupted, and under his attack, Mo Yulou's body continued to splash blood, and under the blazing heat, his skin was scorched and cracked, and his mouth was humming continuously.

The fifteen Heavenly Demon Masters above were already ready to take action to stop the battle.

Long Wenmu's fist was wrapped in the power of the Falling Sun Heavenly Fire, and he swung it out with a fierce fist, landing on Mo Yulou's chest impartially.

Mo Yulou spat blood red from his mouth, his body flew upside down, slammed into the barrier, and then fell weakly to the ground.

Long Wenmu's mouth was full of breath, and even his eyes were ghosted.

In the last bombardment, he almost used all the demonic power he had just recovered.

Looking at Mo Yulou, who fell to the ground motionless, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly.

He knew he had won.

No matter how strong Mo Yulou is, it is impossible to stand up again after eating this offensive.

Long Wenmu's whole body was already sore and weak, looking at Mo Yulou who fell to the ground motionless, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed. Dealing with Mo Yulou, he almost fought to the point of running out of oil and lamps. If Mo Yulou hadn't fallen, he would probably have been unable to fight anymore.

In the surrounding stands, the cheers were more intense than ever. The battle of the Heavenly Demons was finally decided at this moment.

Long Wenmu and Mo Yulou were undoubtedly the two strongest in this battle of heavenly demons, and this battle was better than any before. Witnessing such a battle with his own eyes, not to mention those ordinary disciples, even the Earth Demon Master and the Heavenly Demon Master couldn't suppress their excitement.

In the ring, Long Wenmu was covered in sweat like rain, and turned his head towards the highest stand.

Yun Rulong sat quietly on it, looking at each other from a distance.

After winning the battle of the Heavenly Demons, he also had the qualifications to make a request to Yun Rulong.

I did everything I could, and I finally came to this point.

The tidal cheers from the audience, those voices were so illusory to Long Wenmu's ears.

He saw a master of ceremonies walk to the stage.

The master of ceremonies came back to his senses at this time, solemnly folded his hands in front of him, and announced in all directions.

"In this battle, Yunxuan Kingdom ......"

Long Wenmu heard him shout the name of Yunxuan Kingdom, and his heart was relieved.

But when I listened further, I didn't hear him shout the next few words.

Long Wenmu suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart, the words behind the master of ceremonies were not shouted, and the cheers in the field also stopped abruptly.

Long Wenmu's head was stunned for a moment, and he looked back for the strange feeling......

He saw a black mist on the edge of the barrier.

It was a black mist, and in the black mist, a figure could be faintly seen.

Long Wenmu's heart, which had just fallen silent, suddenly rose to his throat.

Moyulou hasn't been defeated yet?

As soon as he had the heart to continue to fight, he lost the trace of Moyu Building in front of him.

This was followed by a sharp pain in the abdomen, and the body was hit by a huge force, and it flew backwards uncontrollably.

Long Wenmu felt that all his internal organs were displaced, and this violent sense of impact had not been felt since the beginning of the battle.

The force that fell on him almost crushed all the bones, which was not at all like the strength that a great demon master should have.

Long Wenmu's consciousness suddenly became a little hazy, and he felt a touch of warmth. As he flew upside down, he looked down, and in his abdomen, a hand pierced through.

The hand pierced through his abdomen and peeked out from behind......

The hand was poking out of the black mist, and the skin on the hand was inky and dry like the bark of an old tree, which did not look like a human hand at all.

That hand was drawn from Long Wenmu's abdomen, bringing out hot blood.

Long Wenmu felt dizzy again in his mind, and vaguely heard the laughter coming from the black mist.

Something hit him in the back, and a stream of heat overflowed his throat, and he opened his mouth to spit it out.

There was silence in the stands, and everyone saw it, as the master of ceremonies was about to announce the results. The black mist crashed into Long Wenmu's body, and one hand pierced Long Wenmu's body. And Long Wenmu flew upside down, crashed into the barrier, and spit out a mouthful of blood red.

"Don't!" On the high platform of Lingyun Castle, Yun Jia stood up in horror and wailed heartbreakingly.

Without his previous calmness, he frantically wanted to rush towards the ring, but was stopped by Mi Zhuo and Feng Xiaosheng.

Scarlet stood up straight and looked at the ring in disbelief.

In addition to the Izuyang Kingdom, in the stands of other countries, the Earth Demon Master and the Heavenly Demon Master rose silently one after another, staring at the strange scene that happened in the field.

The black fog did not disperse, and that person was also wrapped in the black fog all the time.

Long Wenmu fell to the ground, his abdomen was bleeding profusely, and his remaining strength and consciousness were almost drained.

In his blurred vision, he saw the black mist on the opposite side rushing again, and he endured the severe pain and stood up and retreated backwards.

The speed of the black mist far exceeded the speed at which he could retreat, and it easily caught up with him.

A hand reached out in the black mist and grabbed it forward.

Long Wenmu couldn't dodge at all, the clothes on his chest were scratched, and the clothes were torn, leaving four deep wounds that could be seen to the bone, and blood spurted out of the wounds without restraint.

That kind of pain was heartbreaking, Long Wenmu gritted his teeth and endured it.

He didn't understand what was wrong with Mo Yulou.

Mo Yulou was obviously at the end of the strong crossbow before, why did it suddenly burst out with this kind of power.

Neither physical strength nor speed is weaker than when he was in his prime.

Long Wenmu saw his arm sweeping over, and forcibly raised his arm to resist. At the same time, he used the last remaining strength to condense a wall of fire on his side.

The opponent's arm swept across, the wall of fire was fragile and shattered, and the huge force fell on Long Wenmu's arm, and Long Wenmu flew out like a broken blood bag.

"Impossible! This can't be!" On the high platform, Scarlet shouted excitedly, pointing to the black mist.

It is impossible for Mo Yulou to have such a strong force, where did he get this kind of strength? He couldn't support Long Wenmu's attack one moment ago, why would he burst out with this kind of power the next moment?

No way, absolutely impossible!

Long Wenmu fell to the ground, and his arms were already unconscious.

The sharp pain in his abdomen almost made him faint several times.

He tried to stand up several times, but fell back to the ground because of weakness.

The black mist came slowly like a cat playing with a mouse, and reached out to pinch Long Wenmu's throat with a black hand, lifting Long Wenmu up.

An arm's length away from each other, Long Wenmu heard a heavy wheezing sound. The power in that arm was something he couldn't break free no matter what, not to mention that he was now suffering a heavy injury, and even in his heyday, he couldn't compete with this force.

What was pinching his throat was not like the power of the Great Demon Master, it was more like the brute force of some kind of beast.

There are strange lines on the arms that poke out of the black mist, black blood vessels drill under the skin like earthworms, the dark and dry skin, the thin knife-like sharp fingers and claws, and the touch without any temperature, this arm is not a human arm at all.