Long Yun had been away for some time, and it would take about three days to return to Wushuang City even if he was riding a riding horse.
Feeling the vibration of the soul-calling bell on his waist becoming more and more intense, Long Yun was so anxious that he could no longer care about much at this time.
There was no one in the dense forest. He turned over and dismounted, and Long Yun ran back to Wushuang City by himself.
I don't know what kind of light skill, Long Yun's speed far exceeded the foot distance of Ri Xingju, and he was getting faster and faster. The distance of several hundred meters only took a short moment, and it was as if he was jumping.
Pedestrians passing by had no time to notice the figures passing by. The height of an ordinary three- or four-story restaurant and inn was like walking on flat ground in front of Long Yun. It formed a two-point line with Wushuang City, the shortest distance and the fastest speed.
When Long Yun arrived at Wushuang City, he didn't attract anyone's attention and returned home quietly.
This was also the most critical moment. Looking at the bloody hole on his father's shoulder and the scars all over his soul and soul shadow, Long Yun's anger reached its peak.
"Xuanwu Heavy Sky Sword!"
No one outside the door noticed Long Yun's arrival, not even Bei Mingyu noticed that Long Yun had returned.
In Long Yun's rage, hundreds of large and small dark iron swords condensed in the void and flew straight towards Bei Mingyu and the other four.
Bei Mingyu was the first to react. He raised his hand and spun the golden thread into a circle to smash the flying black iron sword. Then he attacked Qiu Hen and the other three. His reaction was slower, but like Bei Mingyu, he also smashed the flying black iron sword. The Black Iron Sword came.
Countless fragments are scattered in the void.
Bei Mingyu took a closer look and seemed to recognize the young master of Long Mansion.
"You finally showed up! Little beast!"
Long Yun was not interested in having a verbal dispute with Bei Mingyu. With a turn of his finger, countless fragments falling into the void swept through the four of them like a storm.
During this period, the fragments condensed into swords, which may be large or small, long or short, with no rules to be found.
It was like a huge steamer enveloping the four people inside, constantly flying and attacking.
The four people quickly waved the golden threads, breaking the black iron sword again and again, but the fragments reunited again and again, and the cycle started again.
"Virtual level martial arts!"
As soon as Bei Mingyu took action, he felt the pressure was extremely heavy. Such ability must be the effect of virtual level martial arts. Ordinary virtual warriors would never be able to reunite the fragments.
The four of them fought and retreated, trying to leave the envelope of the fragments, but when they retreated, the fragments surrounded them again like flying insects, faster.
Wei Lin was the first to be unable to hold on, and was scratched on the leg by the black iron sword in the gap.
"careful!"
Zhao Ming, who was trying to help Wei Lin up, also had a large gash in his back by the Xuantie Sword.
Bei Mingyu couldn't bear it any longer, and held up two golden threads with both hands at the same time, connecting them to each other, and the length increased several times, like a long whip.
The arms shook around, smashing all the fragments together until they disappeared.
It flew all over the sky and fell. Before the four of them could take a breath, Long Yun came to the injured two.
Wei Lin and Zhao Ming didn't take it easy. They immediately picked up the golden thread and stabbed it into Long Yun's eyes.
Long Yun dodged at a faster speed, pointed his finger at the ground to the side and shouted: "Xuanwu Chongtian Sword splits the ground!"
Several black iron swords emerged from the ground, stabbing Wei Lin and Zhao Ming to the core.
To outsiders, the two men suddenly rose into the air, with several bloody holes appearing on their bodies, and then fell to the ground dead.
Bei Mingyu and Qiu Hen rushed towards Long Yun angrily.
Long Yun calmly picked up hundreds of Xuanwu heavy heaven swords to fight against the two men again.
The golden threads are extremely sharp, and any slight contact will cause damage to the body, thereby affecting the circulation of Qi and blood. However, the golden threads of Bei Mingyu and Qiu Hen can only be used to crush the Black Iron Sword, and there is no time to attack. The difference in quantity is too big. many.
The black iron swords controlled by Long Yun were endless, no consumption at all.
Bei Mingyu did not dare to attack Long Yun at the moment when he shattered the Xuantie Sword. The scene of the fragments reuniting was still in front of him. For a moment, the pavilion master of Jinghai Cihangzhai was also forced into a corner.
The two could only continue to smash the Black Iron Sword until the fragments completely disappeared.
Bei Mingyu and Qiu Hen leaned against the wall with their backs, the golden threads waving around them making it airtight, and the pressure was reduced a bit.
Long Yun smiled: "The ground is cracking!"
Bei Mingyu reacted in time, "No, let's go!"
He pulled Qiu Hen and jumped onto the wall, barely dodging several black iron swords thrust out from the ground.
"Xuanwu Chongtian Sword Returns!"
Two giant swords that were tens of meters long fell from the sky. The two of them were not on a stable footing and did not react hastily. They hurriedly waved their golden threads to resist. Qiu Hen's golden thread was shorter and had no time to destroy the entire sword body. It was split in half by one sword. The golden thread of Bei Mingyu was long enough to destroy the giant sword in just a few strokes, but countless fragments fell down and pierced through the entire body, leaving no trace intact.
The two of them jumped onto the wall, but in the blink of an eye, they landed in three lumps of blood and flesh.
The people around could not understand how dangerous the battle was in just half a stick of incense. They only knew that the pavilion master of Jinghai Cihangzhai was killed!
Seeing this, Ye Yu couldn't help but admire this junior. He could no longer describe it as awesome, but terrifying.
After killing the three elders and the pavilion master of Jinghai Cihangzhai, Long Yun showed no fear at all. Instead, he turned to look at Emperor Liu Cheng, who had appeared here three times for the same reason.
Liu Cheng was stunned and looked distracted.
Although Long Yu's shoulder was pierced, it was not a critical injury after all. After a short period of time, the bleeding had stopped. He looked at Long Yun and hurriedly called out: "Yun'er!"
Long Yun wanted to kill Liu Cheng very much, but he didn't want to break his father's heart.
have no choice………………
Liu Cheng was tremblingly helped away by several guards. Before leaving, he could see Long Yun's piercing eyes and Long Yu's sad expression. From this moment on, Liu Cheng knew that he would no longer have any contact with the Dragon Mansion.
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On a distant mountain peak, in a magnificent palace, a small green lamp was placed on a long chopping board. Several maids were cleaning it carefully, and there was not a trace of dust in the entire palace.
Suddenly, the flame in the small lamp flickered twice and then went out.
From time to time, several maids saw this scene, their eyes widened, and they fled the palace in fear.
"It's not good, it's not good!"
A consul's maid led everyone to the attic on the edge of another cliff. She knelt in front and said in a panic: "It's not good, the soul lamp of the master of the pavilion has gone out!"
A soft voice came from the attic, "You are very well-behaved. You know how to come to me first. Go down and I will handle the rest!"
"Thank you, sir!"
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During the two battles, there were three false warriors in Long Mansion, and the four elders and pavilion masters of Jinghai Cihangzhai were all killed by Long Yun. This news simply made people in the world curse jade and selling fake news. After many people learned about it, they even thought that they themselves Live in a dream.
Long Yun didn't feel anything, he just knew that his parents were fine.
Long Yu had experienced hundreds of battles, so this minor injury did not cause any trouble. In addition, the acupuncture points of the Thirteen Heng Training Golden Bell Cover had the same energy and blood, so the injury healed quickly.
Ye Yu affected an old injury, which meant that it would not be a big deal if it healed later, and it did not matter that the soul and soul shadow were both superficial injuries.
After staying at home for a while, Long Yun saw that the weather was calm and he was ready to leave for Tianshan to meet Yu Ping and experience the Tianshan martial arts competition.
Before leaving, I suddenly had an idea and remembered the Destiny's Great Return Pill. One of the medicinal ingredients was the Millennium Ice and Snow Lotus.
The note given by Yu only recorded that two people owned this object, one was far away and the other was Shangguan Yuan.
"By the way, during the dancing and singing party, Guanyuan received many gifts from the princes, one of which was the Millennium Ice and Snow Lotus. How could I have forgotten it!"
Long Yun was also at the scene that day and didn't pay attention.
He hurried to Mengyu Pavilion. The thousand-year-old ice and snow lotus might not be of any use to Shangguan Yuan, so Long Yun was ready to buy it with money.
The news that Long Yun had killed Bei Mingyu had long spread, and Qin Feng was very nervous about this young and reckless warrior.
"Miss Shangguan, I came here today to ask for the Millennium Snow Lotus. My father was injured before and needs it for medicine. As for the price, please give me whatever you want!"
Looking at Long Yun, who was both strange and familiar, Shangguan Yuan began to tease her, "What if I don't sell it? Are you going to rob it by force?"
Qin Feng on the side was ready to take action at any time.
Long Yun continued: "Girls don't care about money. There are many treasures in Long Mansion. You can also exchange things for things. You can even complete any request you have!"
"No!"
Shangguan Yuan refused without hesitation, which made Long Yun very depressed, "Could it be that I offended her before and wanted to take revenge?"
"Forget it, this one may not be the only one in the world!"
"Okay, since the girl refuses to give up my love, I'll take my leave!"
Seeing Long Yun turn and leave, Shangguan Yuan laughed and said, "It's fun!!"
This sweet laugh numbed the bones of the two men present. Even though Long Yun had extraordinary concentration, his heart softened and he couldn't get angry, not to mention Qin Feng who already loved Shangguan Yuan.
"Wait a minute, I won't sell this thousand-year ice and snow lotus, but I can give it to you!"
"What?"
"I said I could give it to you!"
Looking into Shangguan Yuan's charming eyes, Long Yun turned away and said, "Whatever you need, girl, I can..."
"No, you don't need anything. Your father has been kind to me, so I will certainly do my part to hurt him!"
"I see!"
Long Yun did not delve into when his father helped Shangguan Yuan, but handed Shangguan Yuan a bell less than the size of a palm in his arms.
Shangguan Yuan played with the little bell and asked curiously: "What is this?"
"This is a soul-calling bell. No matter how far away you are, as long as you ring this bell, I will feel it. If the girl is in danger in the future, you can ring this bell. No matter where you are, I will come to help as soon as possible!"
"Oh!" Shangguan Yuan didn't take the bell seriously. What danger would there be if Qin Feng was protecting him!
"Meng'er, give the things to Young Master Long!"
"Yes, miss!"
Meng'er struggled to drag a large wooden box to Long Yun, and ran away in fear.
Inside the wooden box is the thousand-year-old ice and snow lotus wrapped in ice.
"Thank you girl, farewell!"
Long Yun lifted the wooden box over his head with a slight lift and strode away.
Meng'er shivered when she saw it, "He is indeed a virtual warrior, he is so strong!"
Shangguan Yuan took Meng'er's hand and covered it, "You girl, you didn't listen when I called you, but now you know you're scared!"
After taking the wooden box back to Long Mansion and instructing Hun Ling and Hun Ying to take good care of it, Long Yun left in a hurry.
The Tianshan Martial Arts Tournament is about to be held, Yu Ping may have arrived at Tianshan by now, and Long Yun doesn't want to miss the date.
