The night is deep, the crescent moon is setting in the west, and the autumn wind brings a bit of coolness.??
There was still a faint smell of blood in the empty square. After all, there were thousands of casualties that day. The blood almost stained the ground red, and even after cleaning, it could not be completely removed.
The surrounding bronze lampposts shone brightly, making the square highly visible. Now that these people walked out of the hall, they also attracted the attention of many Fengming Valley disciples. News spread that Mr. Qiu was going to confront the young master of Wanshou Mountain.
This made the disciples flock to him in droves.
Qiu Yu, who returned to Fengming Valley, always made some unexpected moves, such as the thrilling contest with a bearded strong man. Of course, if compared with the fierce battles between the Demon Sect members, it pales in comparison. This one pales in comparison.
During the battle, Qiu Yu killed many enemies and became an idol worshiped by the disciples of Fengming Valley, and many girls fell in love with him.
Now that the injury has not yet healed, the storm has arisen again, and he has to take action with the young master of Wanshou Mountain. The opportunity cannot be missed, and the disciples of Fengming Valley are coming from all directions.
The disciples of Yunlan Palace also learned the news, and flew over here with flying monsters, forming a rather spectacular sight in the sky. Each disciple held a lantern in his hand, which looked particularly eye-catching in the night sky.
After arriving at the square, these Yunlan Temple disciples did not land, but ordered their mounts to float in the air. They looked down at them, intentionally or unintentionally amplifying their sense of superiority.
There is a reason for this. After the previous battle, the leader Zhou Xuelian ordered the Yunlan Palace disciples to clean up the corpses, so that they lost face in front of the disciples in the valley and lost their majesty. Now they naturally want to regain their face.
In the center of the venue stood both parties, both young and talented men, with fierce gleams in each other's eyes, creating a tense atmosphere.
There was a group of important people standing on the other side of the steps. Yin Mingjun, the head of the Yantian Sect, had a sinister look in his eyes and said loudly: "Since you two are both great people, let's use all our abilities in this duel, no matter what.
As long as you can crush your opponent by any means, you will be a real hero if you win."
Such words made He Tianchou's heart move, and he heard it. Old Yin was obviously speaking for the father and son, didn't he mean that he could use animal pets, and He Mang was sure to win.
Abbot Kongde also said: "Another point is that since it is a voluntary fight to resolve grudges, you are completely responsible for the consequences. Even if one party is killed or injured, the other party does not need to be punished."
The old monk's words made many onlookers sigh. They felt that this guy seemed peaceful, but he didn't have the compassion of a monk. He was too insidious. He clearly wanted to kill without blood.
Yu Buji, the leader of Yufeng Temple, said in a deep voice: "It should be so. The sword has no eyes, and no one can predict what the outcome will be."
You can see that the old Taoist priest is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He obviously made it clear that he can use weapons to chop at will. Whoever dies will be unlucky!
These sect leaders are all ruthless people, and each has his or her own agenda. Jiang Dongyun knew it in his heart and did not object. Instead, he asked: "Qiu Yu, He Mang...you all understand, no matter what happens,
You are responsible for any outcome, even if you die here."
The two young men were not good friends. They nodded almost at the same time and agreed fiercely. The fierce light in their eyes became more and more intense, which made the disciples watching around them feel frightened. They felt that these were clearly two ferocious beasts that would bite each other at any time.
Together.
Jiang Dongyun said in a cold voice: "Then let's start!"
He Mang was the first to shout: "Little brat, I will chop you alive..." His tall figure jumped up suddenly, and as his wrist flipped, a jade-like scimitar suddenly came out of its sheath and struck fiercely in mid-air.
Slashing towards the opponent, sharp white light appeared immediately, condensing into a huge arc, extremely fierce.
As soon as the move was launched, many of the disciples watching could not help but shout in surprise, "Ah... such a domineering attack!"
"You are worthy of being the young master of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, you are so awesome..."
Qiu Yu snorted coldly, and when he raised his wrist, a ray of light flashed out, but the Ice and Fire Cloud Sword was unsheathed, and it suddenly thrust out, and the icicles formed by the cold air hit the arc-shaped white light.
"Bang!"
There was an explosion and the sharp edge was surging. Qiu Yu couldn't help but take three steps back. He only felt a dull pain in the meridians in his body. He screamed in his heart that it was bad. He hadn't seen him for several years and this guy had become more powerful!
The last time they fought was in Red Soul Marsh. At that time, Qiu Yu's cultivation was not as good as He Mang's, and the latter had not entered the realm of soul fusion. Just a few years had passed, and Qiu Yu had made rapid progress at an incredible speed. Now he has
He was in the late stage of Soul Fusion, which was quite impressive, so he dared to fight against him while he was injured.
Well, He Mang obviously did not waste his time. His father, He Tianchou, used all the resources at his disposal to help his son continue to advance. Not only did he succeed in fusion, he also reached the mid-level realm of fusion, so he was quite confident.
provocative.
Both of them have very domineering strength. Of course, if Qiu Yu was not injured, he should be able to deal with the other at this moment, after all, the level is higher. However, that shocking battle cost him a lot of spiritual power, and the injury was not serious, in such a short time
It is impossible to recover within a short period of time, so that if too much force is used, the meridians will hurt, the condition is not good, the attack power is greatly reduced, and the chance of defeating the opponent is too small.
After this move, He Mang had the upper hand. After all, it was just a shock to his body, but Qiu Yu was knocked back. Even so, a look of shock flashed in his eyes. He thought that he had experienced the calamity of life and death in the past few years.
To reach such a point is rare in the world. It should be easy to kill the opponent. Unexpectedly, this person actually has the strength to compete with him.
Many onlookers also made some comments. A male disciple from Fengming Valley frowned and said, "Wasn't this Qiu Yu very powerful before? Why can't he do it anymore?"
Because Qiu Yu was in the limelight, like a piece of jade that was carved into stone and shined brightly, many female disciples were fascinated by him. They talked about him all day long, admiring him like a groupie, which naturally made some male disciples quite dissatisfied.
It's just that I can't find an outlet. After all, I have great strength. Now I finally have something to say.
Several male disciples said angrily: "I don't think I'm very capable. I'll give up when I encounter a more domineering opponent."
"Isn't it? He's just so ordinary. He's almost praised to the heavens. There are so many nymphomaniacs who like him. It's really laughable..."
Hearing these male disciples slandering Qiu Yu, many female disciples quit. They all turned their heads, their eyes piercing like blades, and shouted sternly: "Stop talking nonsense, don't you know Mr. Qiu is injured?"
"Hmph, if it weren't for the great power of the **** that killed many members of the Demon Sect, I'm afraid you would have died a long time ago."
"I have no conscience at all, I'm worse than a pig or a dog..."
Many female disciples attacked in groups, and the sharp words made these male disciples unable to resist. Their faces turned as red as monkeys' butts, and they did not dare to speak loudly.
The eyes of the female disciples also flashed with worry. After all, Mr. Qiu is not in good condition. It seems that he is really in danger. Can he escape this disaster?