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The dragon's roar sounded like it was promised, and Wang Zuolin was already on the alert. Under the stimulation of the Dragon Roar, Wang Zuolin was infuriated as he swung his sword towards the Dragon Roar.

Although Wang Zuolin had only swung his normal sword, the speed was amazing. In one breath, his steps were smooth and smooth, and his sword instantly arrived in front of Long Xiao Yun.

Although Long Xiao Yun was prepared, he still panicked a little when he saw the speed and urgency of the sword. He raised his hand and used the Sickle of the God of Death to protect his vital parts. There was a 'dang' sound. Since Long Xiao Yun had been sent flying by that sword, he had to retreat a few steps before he managed to stabilize himself.

"What a fast sword, such a strong force!" Long Xiao Yun felt a wave of guilt. It was just an ordinary strike, but there was no victory or defeat in it. Wang Zuolin truly lived up to his name.

"Hmph, with this little bit of ability, you actually dare to speak so arrogantly to this young master? Isn't it true that your head is filled with shit?" Wang Zuolin held the upper hand and easily mocked Long Xiao Yun. Outside of the arena, there was also a large group of people who mocked Long Xiao Yun for overestimating his abilities, especially when Long Xiao Chuan continuously jeered at him. If Long Xiao Yun was a bit thin-skinned, then he wouldn't even have the face to look at others.

"Long Xiao Yun is no pushover either. He will not cower in the face of a strong enemy's provocation. It will only further stimulate his fighting spirit." Grandson, if your grandpa's brain is full of dung, then what's in your brain? The competition has only just begun, and you think that you will definitely win? "

"You're sharp-tongued! Then let's see if this young master can seal your mouth first!" Wang Zuolin waved his sword again. This time, it was even faster and fiercer than before. Just as Wang Zuolin had said, the sword was pointed straight at Long Xiao Yun's mouth.

"Come at me!" The corners of Long Xiao Yun's lips curled up as his body became more and more motionless. The Death God in his hand quickly moved outwards, just in time to deflect the incoming sword. As the saying goes, it would take a lot of effort to change the direction of the sword even if Wang Zuolin's strike was full of power.

Long Xiao Yun's Sickle of the God of Death was like a hook. As long as he could grasp the timing correctly, he could easily dispel Wang Zuolin's attack.

However, Wang Zuolin was not someone who was easy to deal with. After his sword was deflected, he only paused for a moment, before immediately stopping the momentum of the sword and slashing horizontally with his back. This strike wasn't a stab, but a cut. The attack was broad, and it was impossible for Long Xiao Yun to completely dodge it. The only way was to block that sword with all of his strength.

Long Xiao Yun didn't expect Wang Zuolin to change his moves so quickly. Just as the Sickle of the God of Death was about to rise, Wang Zuolin's sword arrived as expected. Another crisp sound rang out. Sparks flew in all directions. Dragon Roar's arm was in pain as blood gushed out. At the same time, his whole body was once again sent flying.

Even though the Dragon Roar had blocked Wang Zuolin's attack, his arm was still cut open. This should not have happened, but it did.

It's Sword Qi!" This should be a sword aura that only a person with a cultivation of second rank or higher would be able to produce when swinging the sword! " "Long Biao had always been sweating. He was surprised to see that Wang Zuolin, with his first, eighth stage cultivation, was able to use the sword Qi of a second stage martial artist and above.

"Wow, it's sword qi! The number one genius of Yan City really lives up to his reputation!"

"That's right, the difference in strength between the two of them is just too great. I'm afraid Long Xiao Yun will die without a doubt!"

"That may not be the case. This is only the beginning. We should not jump to conclusions until the last moment!"

"Junior Yun!" You sure as hell don't want anything to happen to you? " Long Ziyuan was exceptionally nervous as well. Her hands were constantly kneading each other, and her heart was burning with anxiety. However, she didn't know how she could help Long Xiao Yun.

Long Xiao Yun took a step back and kept some distance from Wang Zuolin. He looked down at his wound and could not help but feel a little uneasy. This sword Qi was exactly the same as the one Black Scythe had used the day before. It was a powerful attack condensed in the air when he was swinging his sword. When weapons and blades clashed, the sword Qi could pass through the enemy's blade and attack the enemy's body. The strength of the sword was related to the strength one could wield.

Therefore, it wouldn't be rational for Long Xiao Yun to forcefully take the blow. However, as long as his movement was nimble, it wasn't impossible to dodge it. When he was fighting with the black sickle yesterday, didn't he use the Wandering Dragon Steps to dodge the black sickle's sword Qi attack?

"Long Xiao Yun, you are definitely not a match for this Young Master. If you kowtow to me now, I might be able to leave you with an intact corpse!" Wang Zuolin walked step by step towards Long Xiao Yun.

"Kowtow your ass! If you have the ability, then catch me!" Long Xiao Yun's figure flickered as he took a few steps forward. His figure suddenly became very strange, and he looked like he had many phantoms, but he couldn't tell which one was the real Long Xiao Yun.

"Good movement technique, Long Xiao Yun's Wandering Dragon Steps is practiced to the peak of perfection. I'm afraid there aren't many people in the Long family who can match up to him!" Long Biao couldn't help but shout out. However, he suddenly felt a vicious gaze staring at him, causing his back to turn cold! There was no need to guess. In this place, besides Long Xiaochuan, there was no one else who would dare to look at him like that!

Long Biao quickly changed his words, "However, this is a competition of strength. No matter how fast you run, if you can't defeat your opponent, it's all in vain!"

"Wandering Dragon Steps?" Wang Zuolin looked at the phantom figure in front of him as he roared. Not only was he not worried, he mocked, "Such insignificant skill, how dare you take it out to make a fool of yourself!"

As soon as his voice fell, Wang Zuolin also turned into a shadow, using the same Wang Family's movement technique, Flying bird Zong! Flying birds flew, and their skills were just like their names. Once used, their bodies would become as light as a bird. They would rise and fall, left and right. Compared to Long Xiao Yun's Wandering Dragon Steps, each of them had their own merits.

"Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang!" In the middle of the camp, the two of them occasionally crossed each other's steps. Each time they crossed paths, it was an intense confrontation. The sounds of weapons clashing rang out incessantly. Although no one could clearly see the figures of the two, they could tell from the sounds of their clashing that this was an extremely intense battle!

"So interesting, are they really only teenagers?" Many of the onlookers had a cultivation base above the second grade, but they were still astonished by the splendid duel between Wang Zuolin and Long Xiao Yun.

"This is a duel between a genius and a genius. But unfortunately, they are a life and death challenge and one of them must die. What a pity!" Someone said with regret.

"Then what if someone takes the initiative to admit defeat?"

"Don't be silly, the life and death challenge is obviously to take the life of the other party! Do you think they will show mercy! "

After a round of swimming, Wang Zuolin and Long Xiao Yun separated again, but their situation was completely different! Wang Zuolin was still as elegant and unruly as before. On the other hand, he had wounds all over his body and was dripping with blood. It was clear who was stronger and who was weaker.