The Onikiri in Tong Qianli's hand moved in the air. Suddenly, the black mist in the Onikiri condensed into a series of ghost cries, making miserable screams. The ghost cries echoed in the air, making people's hearts tremble and their hair stand on end.
The sound of ghost cries kept coming, making people shiver uncontrollably, their heart pounding, and there was a sense of suffocation, as if at that moment, their life would be threatened and completely terminated.
The black mist shrouded the martial arts training platform inside, making it difficult to distinguish the figures of the two people. There was only a mass of black
The mist spreads between the sky and the earth.
A strong wind was raging in the sky, making it difficult to open one's eyes, blocking the sun's rays, and making the entire sky dark, like night.
"The sky and the earth are different?! Does that God of Death still have this ability?" The onlookers looked at the darkening sky in fear. Beads of sweat as big as peas fell down their foreheads, and there was deep fear and fear on their cheeks.
A flinching look.
"Today's competition is really worth watching!"
"I bet that Yunmo will win. This Yunmo is not simple, and he is definitely not an ordinary person."
"I also bet on Yunmo to win!"
The onlookers were talking a lot, some supported Yun Mo and some supported Tong Qianli, and the situation off the field was instantly reversed.
At first, everyone was quite scared, but after someone placed a bet, everyone's emotions were aroused, just like in a gambling house.
"Are you scared?" Zhongli, who was in the crowd, protected the thin Hutao to prevent her from being hit by the chaotic crowd.
"Don't be afraid, watch the fire." Hu Tao smiled, and saw a wisp of fire burning in Hu Tao's palm. A cluster of flames jumped on the tips of her fingers. The flames became more and more intense. Soon, she pushed the flames towards
High in the sky.
The fire reflected half of the sky red, allowing everyone to feel the light. However, the martial arts training ground was still filled with mist, making it difficult to see the movement.
"That's weird." Hu Tao said doubtfully, with some confusion in his eyes.
"That's the technique of Warcraft. It depends on whether Yunmo can break through." As the longest-living god among the seven gods, Zhongli is naturally familiar with some techniques of Warcraft. He has some expectations for Yunmo.
"Then let's wait and see." Hutao shrugged, no longer paying attention to this issue, and focused his attention on the competition on the field.
In the black screen, Tong Qianli's figure became increasingly blurred. Her robe was blown by the strong wind, making her whole person look particularly ferocious and terrifying, which made people feel nervous.
Behind her, a huge black monster with a tiger head and a snake body emerged, with a tiger head, a snake body, and scarlet eyes.
It exudes a bloodthirsty and ferocious light that makes people's hearts palpitate.
"Ouch!" The monster roared up to the sky, its scarlet eyes staring at Yun Mo on the opposite side, its huge fangs flashing with a cold light.
Yun Mo's stern face had an evil curve at the corner of his mouth. He glanced contemptuously at the monster behind Tong Qianli and raised the corner of his mouth. This monster was extremely familiar to him.
The body of the extraterrestrial beast Nue has been destroyed by Yunmo, and now only the remnant soul hidden in Onikiri is left.
Tong Qianli's right arm was raised high, and the ghost in his hand looked particularly weird and evil in the darkness.
"Roar!" A cooing sound came from the darkness, and Tong Qianli's legs kicked the ground violently, and his body turned into a stream of black light, flying toward Yun Mo.
This time, Tong Qianli didn't hold back any force and went extremely fast.
"Well done!" The thunder in Yun Mo's hand burst out with dazzling lightning, and his body disappeared on the spot, leaving only a faint afterimage.
In the darkness, the two intersected and collided.
The thunder blade rushing towards the lightning slashed on the ghostly aura, making the ghostly aura on the ghostly aura become a little thinner.
But Tong Qianli was not surprised, because she also knew Onikiri's weakness, but she was not fighting alone at this time. Nue's spirit body behind her opened its mouth, and an earth-shattering tiger roar sounded in Yunmo's ears.
The edge rang.
A roaring sound instantly sounded in Yun Mo's mind, his head seemed to explode, his head was buzzing, and his whole mental energy was shaking.
"Shut up!"
The Yan Mo knife in Yun Mo's right hand stabbed Nue's tiger head. The sharp blade instantly destroyed the beast's head, but like the moon in the water, it disappeared and then reunited.
At this time, Tong Qianli's counterattack came, and the Onikiri in his hand flew across the sky, bringing up the fierce wind and slashing towards Yun Mo's waist.
Tengu Chao: Yan Fei, the sword skill that combines sound and movement, was perfectly displayed at this moment.
Yun Mo's double swords spun around to remove the power of the attack, and he stepped back continuously, leaving traces of afterimages of his body in the air.
The sword slashed through the air, and Tong Qianli's figure flickered. Onikiri quickly returned to the sheath and slashed out, slashing towards Yun Mo's back.
Tengu copy: Yan Hui! Tong Qianli used several Tengu-style sword skills in conjunction with Nue's sonic attack. Each move was very sharp. If you didn't know how to use skill and steps, it would be difficult to dodge.
Faced with Tong Qianli's attack, Yun Mo used his sword skills to kill Yan Hui, and Su Qin carried the sword on his back.
The long sword was stretched diagonally across the back, and the Onikiri slash struck the blade, making a clanging sound.
"Two against one, it's really despicable. I'm a ninja and I'm fighting you head-on. Can't you, a samurai, not use such insidious tricks?" Yun Mo said sarcastically.
"As long as I can win against you!" Tong Qianli's words contained no warmth at all.
Yun Mo squinted at Tong Qianli and the tiger-headed and snake-like Nue behind her. If there were only Tong Qianli or only Nue, Yun Mo would definitely win, but with two of these forms combined, he would be a little stretched.
Already.
"Can I admit defeat? Give me a chance to survive. You helped me last time, can you give me some face now?" Yun Mo said pretending to be weak, and his handsome face also pretended to be aggrieved.
The expression looks like a little girl acting coquettishly.
"No, Guiqie is thirsting for your blood!" Tong Qianli looked at Yun Mo with a ferocious expression, his eyes shining with bloodthirsty light, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
"Isn't it okay to surrender even if you lose half of it? Does that mean you won't be given a way to survive?" Yun Mo said bitterly, looking as if he had suffered a lot of grievances.
"Suffer death!" Tong Qianli stopped talking nonsense with Yun Mo and rushed over quickly.
"In this case, don't blame me for being merciless." Yun Mo shouted coldly, waved his sleeves, and several black kunai popped out of his sleeves and shot towards Tong Qianli's chest.
Tong Qianli drew her sword and struck with lightning speed, but even this was delayed for a while.
Yun Mo took the opportunity to jump up. In the air, he completed the transformation into a demon. He raised the Raikiri in his hand high, and the sky was instantly filled with dark clouds.
On the castle tower, the woman in purple raised her head slightly, looked at the sky, and whispered: "Go."